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has long felt the need to house a local Mestre unusual musical ideas and groundwater have already been tried in Franchin villa. The evening at
Flat, risen from the ashes (a few years ago there was a fire) of a basement club that hosted other historians, such as the Underground and the Metro provides a set of acoustic concerts: Mattia Coletti in the opening, then Trees Mint and close of Nancy Elizabeth.
The first moves in solitude on minimal structures with the help of acoustic guitar and ukulele to support a whispered vocals and monotonous; come to mind certain compositions of skeletal Boduf Songs, or the first things to Devendra Banhart, but 'with less insight or flashes of genius.
The impression is that you have in front of a formula that's been chopped and rititrita prewarfolk now show that the rope. Trees of mint on electric guitar instead proposes a set of projections suggestive assisted visionary Olak.
A sort of post rock or pop, if you like the song form in the manner of the first Mojave 3 or Sophia in post-rock version.
The English singer-songwriter, who juggles acoustic guitar, a small harp and piano, takes the stage accompanied by two other musicians on cello, guitar and percussion. His folk
clearly draws ideas and inspiration the English tradition, but in some songs you feel the influence of American songwriters such as Joni Mitchell
the first two albums and the latest Alela Diane.
What strikes during the concert is her voice, perfect intonation flawless, and AC sensitivity supported by exceptional talent in writing songs that already seem to folk classics. Then, between songs, present and communicate with the public, it turns out the side comic, ironic, and the sympathy of an artist who does not compare with the public through poses and atteggiamneti studied.
inevitable, then, after a got a long applause, go to the banquet and purchase the latest CD, have it autographed memento of a special evening.

Massimo Saccarola

I fell in love with Jealousy Party punch of the first time that I heard on CD: Now. Then the rest ... Again and again and again. JP
But you hear them play. Disk is lost something burning but introspective. The music does not love the post-muscled. Punk spirit is as free jazz. Beat. I remember the Fugs. Guys, I know that few people know who were the Fugs. Yet their spoken words would help us to forgo the school and especially the English School, the institution that stifles. Oh yeah - Fugs! (A little-known Anglo-American interlayer censurato, per chi non l’avesse compreso). È la voce delle colonie! –Mi hai stufato, ti voglio vedere in faccia- E alzare la voce. E togliermi i glasses e vedere di più. E riprendermi il mio tempo. –I need more time for my dreams to come true. I need time-
Andiamo oltre. Behind the music. C’è l’improvvisazione. L’agitazione. L’autogestione. C’è una collisione di persone. Ci dovrebbe essere la comunità. Ecco. In queste terre venete se si parla di comunità si intende ormai quelle di recupero. Invece si deve recuperare la comunità/città. Siamo noi. Siamo vivi, anche se ci vorrebbero morti.
E so che al concerto, nonostante la calda intimità di un FLAT, alcune people were non-GP and others were stunned. People destroy people. But there are those who are worse off, because a flat does not have it.
You get used to the disease rather than trying to cure. Yo Lo siento. Oh no, let the music play on ... I listen. Listening. I feel it. I am sensitive. I care.
cultivate ignorance, but with intelligence.
Cheers!

Sara Bonaventure