Stolen Car (Take Me Dancing) Whenever I Say Your Name
I'm replying to @[musicalrust] after my post about Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot. It's true that Brand New Day can be the beginning of the end, but in my opinion, this album, Sacred Love, takes the crown. Not only are the arrangements breathtakingly beautiful, but the collaborations! Vicente Amigo, Mary J. Blige, a sitar player, daughter of the one who taught George Harrison to play the sitar! I consider this, along with Mercury Falling, a legendary album. There is still a hint of commerciality, like in the chorus of Stolen Car, but dear @[musicalrust], maybe that's the beginning of the end for me. A kiss, you're always legendary!!
 
Lucio Battisti | Rilassati E Ascolta 1982 Autumn, the first chills and autumn rains, I remember:
 
Summertime Fun
#songsforthesummer
 
7th, Daniele Silvestri
It's not the artist, but the title of his debut. And honestly, despite being raw, and although not all the tracks are memorable, it flows very well: there are already huge sparks of talent in the beautiful "Voglia di gridare," but also excellent slow tracks like "Dove sei" and "L'uomo intero," and in between "Quanto è," a piece with interesting blues sounds at times. However, what truly makes this album stand out compared to all of Daniele Silvestri's others is how this project is set up: being a first album, it's much lighter than the subsequent ones; it's an album that, despite having beautiful pieces, doesn’t take itself too seriously, it doesn’t aim to develop songs with strong themes as it will mainly do in "S.C.O.T.C.H." This debut is a carefree record that begins with total self-irony in "Idiota" and continues in other tracks like "Datemi un benzinaio," "Paolo," and "Il flamenco della doccia," songs that already showcase our irony but here have even more room to breathe. It would be dishonest, however, to say that the album, in its entirety, is always at these levels: many tracks here are still just sketches that aren't particularly striking like "Non sono stato io," "Mi fido poco," "Amarsi cantando," and "Portami via," all songs that, in the economy of the album, neither add nor subtract; they are just there to add fluff to the tracklist, nothing serious but unfortunately present. Overall, this is a flawed album in many aspects, especially regarding the song writing, which is still very raw and not very impactful, but there are at least 4/5 pieces worth remembering and another couple that are pleasant, all in an album that, despite the lesser tracks, flies by beautifully, and 40 minutes and more feel like 20 minutes.

The meticulous rating: 8-

The gem:
Daniele Silvestri - Voglia Di Gridare (videoclip)
 
Totò, Peppino e la malafemmena: la lettera. only the ancient can remember. The modern ones do not look at these tales of a bygone life, in black and white.