The #armageddonversion is almost ready #maybe.
Gather your belongings and enjoy these last moments. It’s time to migrate.
 
Gil Evans & Ten - Remember

Gil Evans (4 of 10)
"Remember" from: Gil Evans & Ten
1958 (Prestige)

#jazzlegends
 
ENZO JANNACCI Quello che canta onliù
As often happens with Jannacci, cheerfulness and sadness-melancholy blend and merge perfectly.
 
Forse Le Lucciole Non Si Amano Piu Can someone get it out of my head please?
 
Jula de Palma - Tua (1960)
In Italy, in 1959, a song like "Tua," sung by Jula De Palma, caused an incredible uproar. And after all, it is a decidedly bold song, by the standards of an era that was far too modest. Jula De Palma received thousands of letters a day full of insults directed at her (I can only imagine that they at least called her shameless and who knows what else they wrote...). There were even attempts to attack her in the street (we hadn’t even reached the stage of having the Internet and social media platforms to fill with insults…). The fact remains that Jula De Palma was a remarkable and unjustly forgotten singer, deserving to be rediscovered. As for the mischiefs of those upstanding citizens, fearful of any hint of sexuality, I wouldn't exclude that they might now be expiating their sins down in the depths of hell...
 
Peter Gabriel - Games Without Frontiers (original video version 1)
Great piece!!! Gabriel looks good even now......
 
LIGHT AS THE BREEZE

She stands before you naked,
you can see her, you can taste her.
And she comes toward you light as the breeze.
Now you can drink her or you can feed her,
it doesn’t matter how you worship her,
as long as you are always
on your knees.
So I knelt there at the delta,
at the alpha and the omega,
at the cradle of the river and the seas.
And like a blessing descending from heaven
for just a moment
I was healed and my heart
was lightened.

Little one, I have waited
so long for your kiss,
for something to happen,
oh something like this.

And you are weak and you are defenseless
and you sleep in your harness,
and the wind rustles
freely among the trees.
And here it isn’t quite a prison,
but you will never be forgiven
for what you’ve done
with the keys.

Little one, I have waited
so long for your kiss
and for something to happen,
oh something like this.

It’s dark now and it’s snowing,
and my love, I must go,
the river has started to freeze.
And I can’t pretend anymore,
I’m exhausted from bowing so low,
I have lived too long on my knees.

Then she dances with such grace,
and your heart is hardened and full of hate,
and she is naked,
but it’s just a provocation.
And you turn away in disgust
from your own hatred, from your own love,
and she comes toward you
light as the breeze.

Little one, I have waited
so long for your kiss
and for something to happen,
oh something like this.

There is blood on every bracelet,
you can see it, you can taste it,
and then please, little one,
please, little one, I beg you.
And she says, Drink deeply, Romeo,
but don’t forget there’s still a woman
beneath this
sumptuous slip.

So I knelt there at the delta,
at the alpha and the omega,
I knelt there like one who believes.
And the blessings descend from heaven
and for just a moment
I am healed and my heart
lightens.
 
The Beguiled - Kitten With a Whip

We also close the Beguiles…

Blue Dirge builds on the insights of Gone Away, the fantastic debut album that's now six years old, and sharpens the aggression to turn the Beguiled into a sort of garage-punk and Cramps-inspired version of the Jesus Lizard. The chords have a metallic and genuinely twisted quality, like the scene of a highway accident.

The Beguiled churn out a sequence of hellish and murky riffs, with a whole new ferocity, as if they had been without a hot meal for all these years while keeping to themselves and had literally resorted to gnawing on their private record collection just to feed themselves.

Tracks like The Bloody Soul, Fire Rock – That Nagging Voice, The Screaming Rummy, She-Devil Rock, Kitten with a Whip, and the voodoo dance of I Walk Alone are irritating flintstones on which to fry your flesh, in the absence of anything else.
 
Marsupilami - Time Shadows
2 albums of psych prog fused with jazz rock and other dark stuff.