Then, he says, you need blues.
And the dose is gradually higher and higher. To endure traffic jams, the silly advertising jingles on the radio, to remain free from the river of shit that is burying those who work in this place. Here, like one of those moments where, among the hills of threatening clouds and dripping rain, you start with a small burst of light that is able to open yourself to others, new horizons and remember that there is sun.
The sun, these days, is a CD recommended to me (again by Peter) Gregg Allman.
An unusual blend of blues, which at first listen indifferent but that can be appreciated to be looped, the car stereo, whenever I feel the unbearable routine (news, talk shows, call to arms blowjobs and cultural).
Gregg Allman was one of the Allman Brothers. Sti cocks, one might say. Yet if you should happen now listen to a song called Jessica , and in the 70's were the height of the hormonal storm, you could understand what I'm talking about.
The beauty of the disc lies in the manner in which is recorded, certainly, beyond the blues dell'indiscussa attitude of the protagonist. A treat, a small gem which sounds, as mentioned, is able to restore, and open a nice general greyness in parentheses.
Excellent track 6, Just another rider with guitars that seem to give off energy with both hands.
Uhm .... Thanks (again) to Peter.
Resources:
here a couple of reviews (the first , the second )
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