And with this, we close the match *definitively*! Because if there’s anyone among you who believes that there can be more than a line like "Even in Valsugana they use the banana," then it means you don’t know what shame is...
@[Dislocation]
@[Almotasim]
and also @[IlConte] (for other reasons)
Here’s the record that the Velvet Underground didn’t have the courage to record! Here’s the cover that Warhol would have wanted (but didn’t know how to) create, here’s the work of 4 GENIUS (Palmieri, Nicolosi, Giunta, Miraglia) that only the mediocrity of Italy could keep in an unjust oblivion!
GRETA CAMPBELL - Banana (1977)
 
Charlie Chaplin & Martha Raye - Rowboat Scene (Monsieur Verdoux)

"Monsieur Verdoux"
by Charlie Chaplin (1947)

starring Charlie Chaplin
Martha Raye
and Marilyn Nash

#35mm
 
Fair Weather - Art Farmer

Art Farmer (10 out of 10)
"Fair Weather" from: Modern Art
1958 (United Artists)

#jazzlegends
 
Since @[Dislocation] is jabbering about "noble and humanitarian purposes" and "elevating taste," I - being a good person - bring you a touch of internationality in this contest that, if only you had the good taste to understand it in time, would have already concluded declaring the one and only possible winner (which would be me, clearly!)
Here are two pearls of ITALIAN music that dare to address the international market fearlessly!
My Land
I invite you to enjoy the beauty and professionalism of the diction.
 
Flavia Fortunato - L' Amore é (HQ)
I’m bouncing back with this beautiful song (fresh, catchy, and part-ti-cola-la-la-re-re-e-eh) as part of the "launched with noble intentions and clear humanitarian purposes” review (as well outlined by the good @dislocation), without further letting it descend into gratuitous vulgarity and mental illness as some unnamed person would like...
And I’ll throw in the amazing choreography too!
 
Led Zeppelin - Going To California (Official Audio)

Dear Joni, I don’t wish you many more years… just that they are not filled with suffering, that's all…
 
Joni Mitchell - In France They Kiss On Main Street Happy birthday Mrs. Roberta Joan Anderson ...
 
Dancing In The Moonlight (It's Caught Me In It's Spotlight)

The Countess reminded me of them... beautiful story, dear Phil, just like old times...
 
Pooh-Per te qualcosa ancora più intervista

December 1974
What a thrill, I'm running to the store

Ingrandisci questa immagine
 
Mangoni - Total Eclipse Of The Heart Well, maybe the best cover in history
 
Leonard Cohen's Everybody Knows (arr. Luna Pearl Woolf)
but what a drag to always be tinkering!
 
The Immortal Lee County Killers - Rollin' Stone

The Immortal Lee County Killers - Let's Get Killed

What to say… punkblues is often reductive…

Robert Johnson, Gun Club, MC5 blended together and the older brothers Oblivians and Pussy Galore serving as godfathers…

Heavily, wonderfully, drugged up, lovable…

The debut in 2000, marking the dawn of the millennium. First and last track: a lethal blow and an endless rolling stone blues, cemetery-like, blazing, stunning, sublime…

#garagedintorni (103)
 
I wanted to comment on an editorial, but I just noticed that I missed the DeOdio of a DeUtente. Fantastic! So I'm asking here... For the sake of consistency, I ask @[Ilovemusic] the following --> What happened to what she wrote on November 30, 2022, namely: "I asked to permanently delete my account" ... Changed her mind??
 
Furry Sings the Blues

80 of these years, Goddess
 
Here, I knew it, this review, started with noble intentions and clear humanitarian purposes, has ended, thanks to the usual glutton for their own nonsense called @[lector], by declining into vulgarity.
As always, it's up to me to elevate a trend otherwise compromised with excerpts whose absurdity grazes the absolute but can be comfortably placed in a niche of classicism of the genre.
Here’s a first example, representative of how, with a touch of taste, undoubtedly innate in me, one can propose a soft and warm fragrant bun, just out of the oven, filled with delicious and intoxicating dog feces freshly laid, and make it appealing even to crowds like those of DeBaserians, who are already experts at a cathedratic level in such residual matter.
Don't look for the same classicism and refinement in that sneaky fart emitter of a @[lector], you won't find any.

Pippo Franco - Chì chì chì cò cò cò (Sanremo '83 - 3a serata) - stereo
 
Ian Brown - Northern lights

... e le aurore boreali brilleranno di nuovo e di nuovo