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Post by Entendance on Jul 29, 2023 7:14:33 GMT -5
I was unfashionable before anyone knew who I was. -Paul Desmond
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Post by Entendance on Jul 31, 2023 10:31:28 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Aug 6, 2023 7:39:46 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Aug 8, 2023 13:56:47 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Aug 14, 2023 4:49:07 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Aug 15, 2023 5:09:31 GMT -5
Ferragosto, or Assumption Day, is an Italian national holiday celebrated on August 15. Assumption Day is a nationwide public holiday in Italy. Many businesses and shops in Italy are closed on August 15 although on the coast and near major tourist sites shops are more likely to be some open. Most museums and tourist sites are open on August 15. Italians head to the beach for Ferragosto, so the coast (and coastal roads) are usually very crowded while the cities may be fairly empty.
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Post by Entendance on Aug 20, 2023 6:48:20 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Aug 26, 2023 2:10:28 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Aug 27, 2023 5:35:21 GMT -5
If you see something that looks like a star And it's shooting up out of the ground And your head is spinning from a loud guitar And you just can't escape from the sound Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high priced While you're living beyond all your means And the man in the suit has just bought a new car From the profit he's made on your dreams But today you just read that the man was shot dead By a gun that didn't make any noise But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest Was the low spark of high-heeled boys
If you had just a minute to breathe And they granted you one final wish Would you ask for something like another chance? Or something similar as this? Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you As sure as your sorrows are joys
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high priced While you're living beyond all your means And the man in the suit has just bought a new car From the profit he's made on your dreams But today you just read that the man was shot dead By a gun that didn't make any noise But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest Was the low spark of high-heeled boys High-heeled boys
If I gave you everything that I owned And asked for nothing in return Would you do the same for me as I would for you? Or take me for a ride And strip me of everything including my pride But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound Of the low spark of high-heeled boys Heeled boys Ooh, ooh, ooh
'...Traffic...Di questo gruppo ho un ricordo molto vivo. Roma, 2 aprile 1974: tournée italiana con esibizione al PalaEur. Mi ricordo di quell’episodio sia per la performance in se stessa (un assolo di Jim Capaldi di quasi 20 minuti), che per i lacrimogeni lanciati dalla polizia durante gli scontri verificatisi all’esterno della struttura. Erano anni nei quali si pretendeva di non pagare il prezzo del biglietto (al costo, tutto sommato accettabile, di lire 1.500; un quotidiano costava all’epoca lire 150 ed un litro di benzina lire 200); “la musica si ascolta, non si paga” era lo slogan, e come sempre si prendevano a pretesto queste occasioni per dare sfogo a violenze ed incidenti. Cominciò così il periodo nel quale in Italia, per motivi di sicurezza, non arrivarono più i grandi gruppi rock...'
Anche io ero al Palasport quel 2 aprile del '74, ho evitato il gas dei lacrimogeni all'esterno per poco; entrato, ho raggiunto l'ultima gradinata in alto ed ho registrato tutto il concerto su un nastro, che conservo gelosamente. Scrissi anche un pezzo di commento al concerto dei Traffic di Steve Windwood, che venne fortunosamente pubblicato su una rivista italiana di musica, oramai scomparsa. E.
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Post by Entendance on Sept 3, 2023 4:32:07 GMT -5
Whoo Somebody loves me too I guess I always knew I'd find someone like you So doggone sweet and true My My, oh me, oh my You're the reason why I'll love you till the day I die My, oh my
Honey please, can't ya see you saved me? Can't ya see you gave me? Can't ya see you made me, yeah Honey please, can't ya see (You saved me) Honey, can't ya see (You made me) (Can't ya see you gave me) What you gave to me, yeah, yeah, yeah Honey please, can't ya see you saved me? Can't ya see you made me? Can't ya see you gave me? Honey please, can't ya see you saved me? Can't ya see you made me? Can't ya see? Oh, honey please
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Post by Entendance on Sept 16, 2023 3:24:25 GMT -5
God breathes through us so completely, so gently we hardly feel it, yet, it is our everything. -John Coltrane
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Post by Entendance on Sept 17, 2023 5:21:49 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Sept 19, 2023 16:29:29 GMT -5
E la chiamano estate questa estate senza te ma non sanno che vivo ricordando sempre te il profumo del mare non lo sento non c'e' piu' perché non torni qui vicino a me
E le chiamano notti queste notti senza te ma non sanno che esiste chi di notte piange te ma gli altri vivono parlano amano
E la chiamano estate questa estate senza te
Il profumo del mare non lo sento non c'e' piu' perché non torni qui vicino a me
E le chiamano notti queste notti senza te ma non sanno che esiste chi di notte piange te ma gli altri vivono parlano amano E la chiamano estate questa estate senza te
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Post by Entendance on Sept 22, 2023 16:57:10 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Sept 30, 2023 5:07:06 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Oct 7, 2023 10:48:36 GMT -5
I must admit, I'm a bit burned out on Facebook and YouTube. Too many rules and restrictions. So I'm moving all my new content to a blog I call Syncopated Justice. I'll be posting about Jazz, cinema, my life as an Expat in Mexico, and much much more.
'...A week after my 74th birthday, an unexpected event changed the course of my life. I had been living in Mexico, my cherished home for over a year. Then, disaster struck when intruders broke into my home and stole my computer and an SSD drive containing two decades of my life's work. Devastated is an understatement. It felt as if an anonymous thief had snatched away my core, leaving me with little hope of recovery. I felt as if I was standing on the edge of a world spinning out of control. Time was precious, especially as I, like everyone else, faced an uncertain future. I could live to see my nineties, or I could die tomorrow. There was no way to know....'
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Post by Entendance on Nov 12, 2023 10:01:01 GMT -5
'...The Art Ensemble of Chicago was not just a band; it was a symbol of creative freedom, artistic innovation, and cultural pride that left a lasting imprint on the world of music...'
Era oramai pomeriggio avanzato, quando li andai a prelevare in albergo per portarli a pranzo da me. Roscoe sempre silenzioso e serio, Malachi invece molto contento all'idea di poter stare all'aria aperta; appena arrivati, occhieggiò l'immensa amaca brasiliana che avevo installato fra due alberi in giardino e ci si piazzò dentro, senza indugiare.
Tornai per chiamarlo a mangiare, ma dormiva profondamente e lo lasciai tranquillo, senza disturbarlo.
Per il caffè, con gli altri, ci trasferimmo in salone. Roscoe si diresse verso la mia discoteca, iniziando a curiosare fra i miei LPs e CDs. Sentii immediatamente l'obbligo di mostrargli gli album dell'Art Ensemble, oltre che i suoi personali; assentì senza alcun entusiasmo ma poi lo vidi fissare intensamente un libro di Francis Paudras
che immediatamente gli porsi. Si mise seduto a sfogliarlo avidamente, mentre gli altri iniziarono a maneggiare gli strumenti a percussione disseminati nella stanza. Iniziò Don con le mie congas, mentre Joseph trafficava con i tamburi africani, Non mi seppi tenere...afferrai i bongos e iniziai anch'io a percuotere. Andammo avanti almeno un quarto d'ora, mentre Roscoe, imperterrito, senza alzare mai lo sguardo verso noi, continuò a sfogliare il raro libro su Parker. Alla fine, con un yeah corale, smettemmo di suonare. Roscoe allora si alzò e venne deciso verso di me, mi appoggiò la mano sulla spalla, e mi disse: 'Potresti davvero suonare in concerto con noi stasera.' Rimasi davvero turbato dalla sua affermazione e biascicai un 'grazie Roscoe'. A levarmi dall'imbarazzo ci pensò Malachi che, svegliatosi a causa del nostro frastruono sonoro, venne a reclamare il suo pranzo! 'Erano anni che non dormivo così sereno, all'aperto!', mi confessò.
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Post by Entendance on Nov 19, 2023 6:20:47 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Dec 6, 2023 6:44:33 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Dec 16, 2023 17:51:30 GMT -5
Vladimir Putin and Kim Jong Un
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Post by Entendance on Dec 29, 2023 12:07:49 GMT -5
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Post by Entendance on Feb 9, 2024 5:21:40 GMT -5
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