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No one, except for those who have heard him play (that stuff that's no longer used), can understand the devastating impact of this unfortunate human being who was better than any fucking god.

The electric bass has its name.

On the double bass I waver: I'm not talking about technique but about emotion.
Chazz number one.
Then Charlie Haden.
One who seemed to do nothing but after five minutes of listening to him...
 
Bohemian writer and painter meet over a two-headed trout, La Vie De Boheme, Kaurismaki

"Life as a Bohemian"
by Aki Kaurismäki (1992)

starring Matti Pellonpää
Evelyne Didi
Kari Väänänen
André Wilms
Jean-Pierre Léaud
and Samuel Fuller

#35mm
 
Alexander von Schlippenbach, Paul Dunmall, Paul Rogers & Tony Bianco - Salamander (SLAMCD262)

Alexander von Schlippenbach, Paul Dunmall, Paul Rogers & Tony Bianco
"Salamander" from: Vesuvius
2005 (Slam)

#jazzlegends
 
Frank Zappa - Blessed Relief
Zappare is also relief from the rain.
 
Bob Dylan - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Official Audio)

I’ve always had a liaison with rain, whether it’s gentle or heavy.
It has always accompanied me because, in case you didn't know, it often rains around here.

Its tapping on the windows, while I work at night sketching you, is something that needs no other music: if not that of the perfect accompaniment of silence.

Then, when it really rains for weeks on end, it takes on another meaning.

Meow.
 
#moreSoberThanThis
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David Lee Roth backstage before a 1981 Van Halen concert
 
Service Communication 1:
I receive various private messages requesting to be added to the group. I enjoy receiving your requests as it gives me the pleasant opportunity to tell you all to shove it, but I must point out that the cruel and centralizing administrator of the group is
@[cofras], and only he has the button to add anyone, so these requests should be directed to him.

Service Communication 2:
Since the group is growing and low-quality individuals are joining, like the cowardly @[Dislocation] or the gruesome @[Falloppio] or the unnameable @[tia] and so on... it would be wise to explain a couple of things about the concept of "ugly covers" to the less capable attendees (like those mentioned) before these ignorant folks ruin everything:
a) an ugly cover must be the result of unintentional ugliness; its creators must truly believe in it and not pretend or (worse!) be self-deprecating. Here’s one of the most famous examples, and I wonder why no one has mentioned it yet!
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b) if the ugliness is intentional, the effect is null!
See below
 
Marina Rei Un inverno da baciare (video ufficiale) #boppone among the best at Sanremo '99 alongside the #boppone winner
 
New Riders of the Purple Sage - Dirty Business (1971)
Garcia and Lesh from the Dead, Spencer Dryden from JA, the music of Crosby for this lovely debut of the New Riders of Purple Rain. Then they got lost in banal country.
 
Bahia Blanca - Carlos Di Sarli - Tango Clásico
perhaps the most beautiful tango. pure music
 
 
xiu xiu - a promise (full album) 320kbps ..Not exactly their strong suit when it comes to album covers...
 
xiu xiu - a promise (full album) 320kbps Not exactly their strong suit, album covers...
 
I Got It Covered
Space High
Crazy album... then in the end I'll tell you...
Glenn is another one of those I care about a lot. Forget about a book - a beautiful autobiography, anyway.
The tragicomic stories are countless, a totally insane life.
This one is funny. CHRISTMAS LUNCH 1976. Glenn Hughes is 24 years old, he's "king of the world"... mainly, he's completely out of his mind.
He says he's getting married, and the LUNCH is at his future in-laws'. A typical American Midwest family, husband, wife, five kids, and Thor, the dog.
Glenn lives among "rivers of alcohol, miles of drugs, and hundreds of groupies." Especially COCAINE.
The night before, he was already at his future in-laws' house, who kindly reserved a guesthouse for him.
It's tough to make it to the next day... he snorts a mountain of cocaine intending to destroy himself and sleep until the next day... avoiding all those phobias and paranoia that relentlessly plague him every day.
However, he wakes up in the middle of the night feeling like “shit”… “What’s that smell, fuck?” Then he realizes… he shit himself… or to be precise, in his future father-in-law’s bathrobe…
In the dead of night, he goes out into the garden, digs a hole, and buries the shit-filled bathrobe. It seemed perfect.
The LUNCH goes smoothly, which is a pleasure… then Thor shows up...
“Come here, puppy, show daddy what you have in your mouth”…
Proudly, Thor drops the bundle into his owner’s hands… it was the unearthed bathrobe…
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Play Me Out - Glenn Hughes - recensione