spotify know who knows that at some point you find your voice despite the puttanesca Alicia Keys or whoever she promotes her latest crap-flavored lip gloss in strawberry-flavored caramel-flavored sugar Coffee-flavored cup flavored lip gloss, and then back to the notes you've chosen.
play this record at that that remains of my room, once again, a temple full of objects from all trooped out, the skull had to angle beams from a few frosts, a storm of ill-drafts, a refuge in the depths.
"these are the vistas" is a disc recorded in a manner that, to many will seem a bit 'old-fashioned, with the bass to one side, the top part, the battery is held in balance in the center and goes a bit 'here and a bit' over there. sometimes one of only three left, then when you would not say that the others came here to say something, good friends and they all give a little 'annoyance with each other but no one complains, no one takes it, no one wants command, is a good time, drinking, have fun, sometimes also referred to the one on top of another, the euphoria makes us all a bit 'chatty, exuberant, we listen or pretend to listen, but who cares, we are together and that is enough. and very often becomes a chorus, and then inevitably the chorus gets a little 'anarchist, they cry together in a delirious final, then one stood up and dry with a gesture of the forearm squeezes the air in a fist and silent all. and down a laugh or a drink. and then again serious, and after a while 'we leave to speak, perhaps for something new, indeed, for sure.
among the gems of the disc is a cover of "smell like teen spirit", a swing of those pictures where you ride (raid) wand and just as they were a huge lollipop and citrus with his stick, but always stuck together forever destined to be separated.
"everywhere you turn" is almost a ballad, cadenced, more and more solemn, with the bass pedal and the floor that says little, but all important, repeating with a little 'satisfaction with the sentences of the most successful, and the battery pulling straight, dry, without a lot of accents. and lasts all too little.
opening was "big eater", I say this now because I did restart the disc, and I did it again because "big eater" is one of the best songs, as befits the first track on a disc well done .
I listened to the first time "these are the vistas" in 2005, I believe, I certainly listened to in the car in 2006, is a disc of 2003, seven years have passed at times, it seems nothing. and oh well, maybe not a hard major, never will be, but it's nice, no doubt.
"boo-wah" is the antiswing the antitema, the anti-time, is an ode to mental dissociation, dance across the inner, intimate and unleashed, like jumping on the bed, trooped with the furniture, do a shoulder with wall, but without getting hurt.
and then comes "flim" version of addivanata already too beautiful song by Aphex Twin.
the cover of "Heart of Glass" is perhaps too playful for half too didactic for the other half.
"silence is the question" is all in the title.
in "what is this love" you feel the full brunt of the physical plane, you realize that just the fact that such an instrument is also the most graceful of the heavy trio, with its 250-500 kg. we hardly get a battery, especially in jazz double bass needless to talk about it.
