Waiting for the guide Sanremo Caesar, I will try to entertain you with some of my thoughts on the Sanremo not have seen.
" But how do you talk about if you have not seen Sanremo ?" Rightly tell someone. In fact I will not speak of Sanremo, in which I am proud not to have thrown an eye on a frame or even a picture of the scene (this week I have not even bought the newspaper not to hit directly against) but three songs. Today I have sent two
raccolte di Sanremo (cosa inutile visto che sui torrent sono già disponibili da lunedì!) ed ho voluto ascoltare le canzoni di Roberto Vecchioni, Patty Pravo, Anna Oxa.
A dir la verità, la canzone della Oxa l'ho sentita casualmente in un negozio di dischi che sta chiudendo (l'ennesimo) e che svende tutto il magazzino al 30-40-50%.
Mi sono accorto che era lei soltanto per la difficoltà nel capire quello che stava dicendo. Poi verso la fine del brano, un gran baccano che mi sembrava altresì esagerato. La prima sensazione è stata pessima e con stizza ho pensato "ma vai a cucinare le cime di rapa, che forse ti riescono meglio".
Questa sera mi sono voluto risentire la canzone e nonostante sia veramente bruttina and a final crescendo that was not even the Ride of the Valkyrie, chloroform in the flatness of the music scene today is not the worst. I would say you are. Yes, a pass-fetched though it deserves it.
Let Patty Pravo: Well, I refused to believe that you can sing well.
I had a boiled potato in his mouth, but they explained that because of the cut and sew surgery is even more able to move his lips without tearing like "sheet of paper." And the result is what you hear on the CD, which is a toxic drunk trying to stammer a mediocre song.
atmosphere vaguely reminiscent INNOCENT EVASION, the chorus is addictive for half, then everything is terribly banal turning on the singer herself struggling to follow the words of the song, for sure already lost in a whirlwind of all his thoughts, thoughts that surely do not understand the song it sings. Rated
five but only with respect to the character that was otherwise a four was a must. But the alienation of PS
Battiato is dedicated to her?
Roberta Flack: I guess I'm one of the few who still follow Roberto Vecchioni, become a seventy-year old trombone, pompous and rhetorical, and above all a moralist. The morality disgusts me waving the flag as if to show that people can invent everything except become suffreggette morals. A singer / songwriter bent on the same melody for too many years and involution of literature that condemns him to write with the same formula and the same words. Flack is equal to itself since 1991.
Nevertheless, he managed to make songs that, thanks to a classical arrangement (violins, violas and flat out) hit the mark.
titles? REVERSED THE SKY, MY FRIENDS, THE WIZARD OF RAIN, LOVE SONG COMING HOME, Stupid, I dreamed I LIVE, I WANT TO BE YOUR MOTHER and the beautiful PURPLE WINTER. All songs that are between half past seven and nine. Back to Sanremo after nearly forty years (probably because the media needs a new start) and we go back good fifteen years.
Apart from some passages in the text that make me feel an instant sense of belonging and non-disgust, in the general lexicon of Vecchioni smells of old, stale, already heard. The songs mentioned are not the first absolute perfection, but each has it that vibration makes you prick up their ears. This makes you fall
balls. The difference lies here. If it were not
Flack would have been more lenient, but I expect someone like him is always something important. This time has not arrived. Too bad. Rating: five.
The others, I tried to listen but I did. Half of a certain song and I already saw Emma in the act of chasing her with a meat hook to apply under the chin. Neksø: I thought it was the new name instead of Nek is a group of losers with the Southern accent that makes rap. But none of these little shits
feel that their gender is now thirty years old? It's still
"gggiovane" sing as he did Jovanotti or Article 31 in 1988?
In 2011 we did not go more than a rap? Most of the modern?
And I have to see the Festival of Sanremo and maybe ugly and useless as well as listen to songs, hitting the servo system of Benigni?
But please ...!
Quartetto Cetra it has always amused to interpret current events and parody or not. As the singers and especially of vocalists, the songs could not be an exception. Those who follow the blog will have had the opportunity to learn about their personal interpretations of Sanremo 1960. Well, apparently was certainly not the first. Here we have twenty-five centimeters of 1957 dedicated to the edition of the Sanremo Festival. Beautiful, right from the cover, when you put it on the dish is really entertain the listener who perhaps unwisely, think you have to do with a simple song of Sanremo in version four of the Cetra, whereas it becomes immediately clear that this same song is shaped almost at will become a piece of cabaret. A mus t Thank Kurtigghiu for the deluxe package.
SONGS OF SANREMO 1957 SEEN FROM THE HARP QUARTET (1957)
01 strings of my guitar (Ruccione-Knight-Fiorelli)
02 The Blue Trout (Calcagno-Gelmini) Radius 03
In Fog (Salina-Pagano) 04
In Garden Of My Heart (Kramer-Testoni)
05 The danger Numero Uno (Cozzoli-Bonagura)
06 Casetta in Canada (Mascheroni-Panzeri)
07 was the time of Heart (Segurini)
08 Sorry (Malgonia-Perrone-Colombi )
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