Old Enough
“Old Enough” is a classic. After releasing “Born To Frolic, World Is a Garden!” on cassette, seeing Long Stay Ultra Girls play live at Fanfulla 5/a – Circolo Arci was
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Melting Moments
It all happened so quickly, and I already miss my Australian friends. What an amazing tour, what an incredible experience traveling with The Cannanes and Long Stay Ultra Girls. More
The Cannanes in Italy
1,402 kilometers traveled by van, and 1,402 emotions lived through. Would you like to read a short recap? Let’s start with The Cannanes, whom I had the incredible fortune of
Fine De Fete (Live at Arci U Capòne)
Having Linda and Nancy in Puglia for two months was fabulous! Here they play “Fin De Fete” at the Arci U Capòne in Noci. More videos are available and will
Disintegration
Today we celebrate the anniversary of the release of The Cure’s Disintegration, we do it by listening to Mus 🔥 Wio’s Disintegration A love letter, a tribute to a timeless
The Ghost Of Gram Parsons – Part Three
(the story continues) He isn’t looking for applause. Maybe he’s still looking for a destination that isn’t an ending. If you wait long enough, you might see him pause under
A Spare Snare Collection For Almost Halloween Time Records
Spare Snare arrive from Dundee like an old cassette recorder rediscovered in an attic: a little dusty, unmistakably alive, filled with stories that have no urgency to end. Active for
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The Ghost Of Gram Parsons – Part Two
(the story continues) He moves slowly, trailing that sheet-suit along the ground without ever touching it. With each step, a trace of pedal steel hums in the air, as if
A Spare Snare Collection For Almost Halloween Time Records
Thursday, and in the studio time crackles like a needle on vinyl.This is Luigi speaking. At the beginning of 2025, I wrote to Spare Snare with a simple, almost hesitant
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The Ghost Of Gram Parsons – Part One
There’s a station that, by day, feels forgotten even by its own timetable. The boards flicker with a delay that doesn’t belong to trains but to time itself, like someone
