The Satelliters - Lost In Time

The Satelliters - Make Me Smile

German garages have been haunted for 30 years by these Noble Faces. Authentic sixties fetishes, capable of assembling S.O.T.N., Standells, Sonics, Byrds, Kinks, and whoever else you can think of. A dozen albums, all presumably of high quality (I have half of them), and about fifteen EPs. The guitar is killer, the voice is “perfect.” They are certainly not famous and although they deserve a list just for them, we’ll include them here. New Unclaimed, Fuzztones, Cynics… let’s go with THE SATELLITERS!

#garagedintorni (130/2)
 
I Don't Travel Anymore
a bit like me...
 
Joe Zawinul - In A Silent Way

Asterics' One Hundred Favourites [in random order] (75/100)
 
Jackson C. Frank - Marlene

The bloodiest song of all.
 
FROM THE BEGINNING - Emerson, Lake & Palmer (ELP) (With Lyrics on screen)

@[Jesterhoax1]
In short, coming home in an alcohol-induced state from a license suspension, radiocàpital transmits this to me.
And right away I thought of you.
This is Prog, damn it! And Jester is with me: NOBODY can stop me!
 
Birmingham Sunday by Joan Baez
Broselmaschine
I once loved
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine
 
The Satelliters - Trip To Your Soul

THE SATELLITERS - For You

German garages have been infested for 30 years by these Noble Faces of Bullshit. Authentic sixties fetishes, capable of assembling S.O.T.N., Standells, Sonics, Byrds, Kinks, and whoever else you want to add. A dozen albums, I assume all of high quality (I have about half of them), and around fifteen EPs. The guitar is deadly, the voice "perfect." They’re certainly not famous, and even though a list just for them would be needed, let’s include them here. New Unclaimed, Fuzztones, Cynics… let’s make it THE SATELLITERS!

What a beautiful Trip To Your Soul... and also For You...

#garagedintorni (130/1)
 
Counting Crows - A Long December (Official Video)

I extend my wishes for the New Year of unknowns with the most appropriate text.
 
Bass Desires (Johnson, Erskine, Scofield, Frisell) - Resolution Part 1

Have I ever told you about my lowly desires? No? Too bad!

When I read in the "Messaggero Veneto" - back then, there was no internet - that an "eclectic jazz-oriented formation would perform at the legendary Palasport Carnera composed of..." well, given the names and the absolute cluelessness of the pseudo-journalist who evidently knew as much about jazz as I know about sumo, I passed out.

PETER ERSKINE! Holy moly!!! The greatest jazz drummer, for me, in the whole created universe!
JOHN SCOFIELD! For crying out loud!!!
I shouldn't have to tell you who he is: just listen to his latest album that just came out, featuring double bass instead of electric bass.

I knew everything about Marchetto, being aware of his absolute love for interplay that is never self-serving, but is woven with a feeling for the musicians that only truly great humble artists can create.

But the real surprise for me was that young lad - who I had never heard of - playing a Diavoletto (a shame for the jazz musicians present) like I had never heard before.
Bill is someone who doesn’t do things like others, doesn’t think like others, and he goes to find his notes where others don’t play them, just as visionaries see images that others cannot imagine.
Yuk!
 
Elliot Lurie – Elliot Lurie (1975) Full Album

#onewhodoesnotbeanything

An almost impossible attempt at a semi-serious journey through the discography and countless collaborations of Steve Gadd, in almost chronological order.
1975 ELLIOT LURIE - SELF-TITLED