Keep Your Eye On The Sparrow

#unochenonsiannoiavaperniente

An attempt, almost impossible, at a semi-serious journey through the discography and countless collaborations of Steve Gadd, in almost chronological order.
1975 MERRY CLAYTON - EYE ON THE SPARROW
 
Well It's True

The Creeps

#garagedintorni (66/1)

Let’s close the story with the Reverend:
This album remains a testament to the most enigmatic garage band of the Eighties, capable of putting on a circus where a psychotic beat like Hard to Find coexists side by side with the dreamy arabesques of Well It’s True, the rattlesnakes of The Creep with the exceptional country ride of Bodhi Tree, the gentle tinkling of Betty Crooper with the cyclopean pace of Valley of the Giants, the carbon copy of Teeny Bopper, Teeny Bopper with the deadly Haunted. An album completely wrapped in the threads of the Sixties (the dark-folk of the Music Machine, instrumental and cinematic music, the raw energy of the Count Five, the rebellious sound of the Standells, the jangle-beat of the Syndicate of Sound, the psychedelic punk of the Chocolate Watch Band) yet capable of unleashing a unique aroma, the aroma of the most stylish retro-band in all of underground garage.
 
#laughingsoasnottocry

Enzo Maolucci ‎– Un giorno da leone

"In the ghetto where I teach, I hate union diplomacy. My relationship with the school, I confess, I would like to be purely sexual. The girls in the class have butts that can drive you crazy. The principal reminds me of Lana Turner and has a smile like a Nazi 'maitresse'. I say everything and I'm screwed; they've suspended me and then reported me, but I turn to a friend, a party official.
With him, I keep spilling my guts. I laugh at Berlinguer and his compromise. I talk as a pessimist: even Marxist faith brings anguish. I want to take action and make my revolution.
But he says, in a Bolshevik tone: "I don’t know what you’re looking for, my friend!" And I: "Your wife's thighs, which know my desires!". There’s a scuffle, I run away, and take shelter in a pizzeria. (Better to be an idiot with a meal than a starving lion)."
 
The Unclaimed - "Haunted"

Great Mystery

#garagedintorni (66)

continues… the first thing that stank of rot was that they had changed their name. The Unclaimed were now Attila and the Huns, Shelley Ganz was obviously Attila, their tyrant. Horrible cover. Lee Joseph written backwards. Omens of doom. After all, when Under the Bodhi Tree is released, after five years of waiting, the Huns have already disintegrated like their ancestors. Here the tracks are under the name Unclaimed… wrong. The album is by ATTILA + THE HUNS!!! VERY ENJOYABLE…
 
Scratch Acid - The Greatest Gift (full) Complete Discography
David Yow is a stage animal. His guttural and clumsy vocals have set a standard.
 
Highly Suspect - Send Me An Angel [Audio Only]

Nocturnal suggestions #sleepwalkingonsubjects
 
Anyway, the best track to prepare zabaione by hand for the breakfast-of-champions remains this one:

Bathory - Equimanthorn

the initial portion of the song gives you time to pour two tablespoons of sugar into the cup and crack the egg exactly in half, thus letting the egg white slide out.

The yolk, rich in protein, you set aside for @[IlConte]

Starting from minute 0:36, the perfect rhythm kicks in for the wrist whirl you need to execute: it creates the right blend and perfectly whips everything together.

Give it a try, come on!