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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:56:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>spot</category><category>automobili</category><category>musica</category><category>sport</category><category>1981</category><category>spazio</category><category>1983</category><category>Nobel</category><category>personaggi</category><category>costume</category><category>1987</category><category>1989</category><category>tecnologia</category><category>guest post</category><category>1985</category><category>economia</category><category>pubblicità</category><category>telefilm</category><category>1984</category><category>arte</category><category>storia</category><category>letteratura</category><category>classifiche</category><category>cinema</category><category>1988</category><category>cartoni animati</category><category>1982</category><category>giochi</category><category>abbigliamento</category><category>cronaca</category><category>1986</category><category>1980</category><category>collezionismo</category><category>televisione</category><title>Il cubo di Rubik</title><description /><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/eAZO" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="blogspot/eazo" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-5520856575733035978</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-04T19:49:29.416+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1986</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1980</category><title>Don’t stand so close to me</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Don’t stand so close to me”, canzone dei Police scritta da Sting, ha una storia curiosa: ce ne sono due versioni che attraversano gli Anni ‘80. La prima è questa, inserita nell’album &lt;em&gt;Zenyatta Mondatta&lt;/em&gt;: uscì come singolo in anticipo di due settimane rispetto all’album, il 19 settembre 1980. Il brano, che parla dell’infatuazione di una studentessa per un giovane insegnante, valse ai Police il Grammy Award nel 1982, oltre al primo posto nella classifica inglese e l’ingresso nella Top Ten americana.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/88/Don%27tstandsingle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c445bbf9-95eb-4555-a4bc-3d37ac28f9f5" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="c29e3849-8fe2-477c-866e-6f56299fcb8d" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvfb8GcKAWs" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YEug3r7hokE/TwSfMIr55II/AAAAAAAAC4c/jTTInin9irI/video78f896c2e5b5%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('c29e3849-8fe2-477c-866e-6f56299fcb8d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kvfb8GcKAWs?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kvfb8GcKAWs?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nel 1986 il brano venne riarrangiato, con un coro diverso e toni più pop. Uscì come singolo in ottobre con il titolo “Don’t stand so close to me ‘86” e fu inserito in una raccolta di singoli,&lt;em&gt; Every breath you take: the singles.&lt;/em&gt; Nonostante fosse praticamente una riedizione, si piazzò al numero 24 della classifica inglese e entrò tra le prime 20 in Irlanda, Nuova Zelanda e Olanda. Sul retro del 45 giri c’era la versione live.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="373" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/64/Don%27t_Stand_So_Close_to_Me_86.jpg" width="376"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:b15af865-9f18-436f-b10e-d57cdf5c4847" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="70bedccc-d9fb-429d-a481-4aa23e981441" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76DMyKSiOeg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-E-4F0QS5Ldg/TwSePziYGjI/AAAAAAAAC4k/T3ugOWNkoAY/video9f48b5e9a94f%25255B32%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('70bedccc-d9fb-429d-a481-4aa23e981441'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/76DMyKSiOeg?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/76DMyKSiOeg?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON’T STAND SO CLOSE TO ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young teacher the subject&lt;br&gt;Of schoolgirl fantasy&lt;br&gt;She wants him so badly&lt;br&gt;Knows what she wants to be&lt;br&gt;Inside her there's longing&lt;br&gt;This girl's an open page&lt;br&gt;Book marking She's so close now&lt;br&gt;This girl is half his age&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't stand to close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her friends are so jealous&lt;br&gt;You know how bad girls get&lt;br&gt;Sometimes it's not so easy&lt;br&gt;To be the teacher's pet&lt;br&gt;Temptation, frustration&lt;br&gt;So bad it makes him cry&lt;br&gt;Wet bus stop, she's waiting&lt;br&gt;His car is warm and dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't stand so close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loose talk in the classroom&lt;br&gt;To hurt they try and try&lt;br&gt;Strong words in the staffroom&lt;br&gt;The accusations fly&lt;br&gt;It's no use&lt;br&gt;He sees her&lt;br&gt;He starts to shake he starts to cough&lt;br&gt;Just like the old man in&lt;br&gt;That famous book by Nabokov&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't stand so close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;NON STARMI COSÌ VICINO &lt;p align="center"&gt;Il giovane insegnante è il soggetto&lt;br&gt;Della fantasia dell’alunna&lt;br&gt;Lei lo desidera tantissimo&lt;br&gt;Sa cosa vuole essere&lt;br&gt;In lei c’è il vivo desiderio&lt;br&gt;Questa ragazza è un libro aperto&lt;br&gt;un libro segnato, lei è così vicina adesso&lt;br&gt;Questa ragazza ha la metà degli anni di lui&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Non starmi così vicino&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I suoi amici sono invidiosi&lt;br&gt;Sanno cosa ottengono le cattive ragazze&lt;br&gt;Qualche volta non è così semplice&lt;br&gt;Essere l’insegnante prediletto&lt;br&gt;Tentazione, frustrazione&lt;br&gt;Il suo grido diventa così cattivo&lt;br&gt;Umida la fermata dell’autobus, lei sta aspettando&lt;br&gt;La sua macchina è calda e asciutta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Non Starmi così vicino &lt;p align="center"&gt;Libero dialogo in aula&lt;br&gt;Provano e riprovano a ferirlo&lt;br&gt;Parole forti nella sala del personale&lt;br&gt;Le accuse volano&lt;br&gt;Non è modo&lt;br&gt;Lui l’ha vista&lt;br&gt;Comincia ad agitarsi comincia a tossire&lt;br&gt;Proprio come l’uomo maturo in&lt;br&gt;Quel famoso libro di Nabokov&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Non starmi così vicino    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-5520856575733035978?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-stand-so-close-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YEug3r7hokE/TwSfMIr55II/AAAAAAAAC4c/jTTInin9irI/s72-c/video78f896c2e5b5%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-5201112999579419977</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2011 19:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-30T20:02:57.837+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1986</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">televisione</category><title>Il Capodanno Fininvest</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Capodanno negli Anni ‘80: la prima cosa che mi viene in mente sono gli allucinanti spettacoli televisivi registrati delle reti Fininvest dove tutti aspettavano a reti unificate con aria finta&amp;nbsp; che arrivasse una finta mezzanotte di un finto Capodanno.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ecco il promo per il Capodanno 1987, introdotto da Marco Columbro: i grandi nomi delle reti Fininvest ci sono tutti, dai presentatori ai cantanti, dai comici alle ballerine. E un nome inaspettato, sparato lì per ultimo come un botto: Roberto Benigni.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:49891a0c-f1ac-4bed-87df-0533d3adabac" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="72180e13-3e96-4e2f-92ab-e43a9aca2813" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUAkfkP0O-4" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YIeE9Hc_QOY/Tv4K4KvnbFI/AAAAAAAAC24/UEGHVXhweFE/video7181934e4a9a%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('72180e13-3e96-4e2f-92ab-e43a9aca2813'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/TUAkfkP0O-4?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/TUAkfkP0O-4?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-5201112999579419977?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/12/il-capodanno-fininvest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YIeE9Hc_QOY/Tv4K4KvnbFI/AAAAAAAAC24/UEGHVXhweFE/s72-c/video7181934e4a9a%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-8772410863568139754</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T19:38:43.957+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1986</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>Merry Christmas Baby</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://991.com/newGallery/Bruce-Springsteen-War-310204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Amici del &lt;em&gt;Cubo di Rubik&lt;/em&gt;, quest’anno gli auguri di Natale ce li fa nientemeno che Bruce Springsteen. Questo è un brano che arriva dal 1986 ed è il lato B del 45 giri “War”, cover di un pezzo di Edwin Starr del 1969. Manco a dirlo, uscì in prossimità delle feste. Una pagina del repertorio minore del Boss, ma carica del suo ritmo, che riesce a vestire il Natale con il suo tipico stile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:9d3f45ff-65d8-497f-9bc5-02427193691a" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="0557c354-0ccb-489a-bf03-664f0e42db4d" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ppjoh4ItrO0" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-l9JGu7RumTI/TvN5FlS0dpI/AAAAAAAAC2k/XNrNnlDBwXM/video4cf31fdf3950%25255B19%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('0557c354-0ccb-489a-bf03-664f0e42db4d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Ppjoh4ItrO0?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Ppjoh4ItrO0?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS BABY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Br&lt;/em&gt;i&lt;em&gt;ng it down, band!&lt;br&gt;Now, I just came here tonight to say...&lt;br&gt;I just wanna say...&lt;br&gt;I just wanna say...&lt;br&gt;Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice&lt;br&gt;Come on, merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice&lt;br&gt;I feel just like I'm living, living in paradise&lt;br&gt;Now listen&lt;br&gt;Now you see, I feel real good tonight&lt;br&gt;And I got music on the radio&lt;br&gt;And I feel real good tonight&lt;br&gt;And I got music on the radio&lt;br&gt;And the boys in the band are playing pretty good!&lt;br&gt;Now, I feel just like I wanna kiss you&lt;br&gt;Underneath my mistletoe&lt;br&gt;But now listen&lt;br&gt;Santa came down chimney, half past three&lt;br&gt;With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me&lt;br&gt;Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice&lt;br&gt;And I feel like I'm living, just living in paradise&lt;br&gt;Come on boys!&lt;br&gt;Well now, Santa came down chimney, half past three&lt;br&gt;With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me&lt;br&gt;Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice&lt;br&gt;I feel like I'm living, I'm living in paradise&lt;br&gt;And I just came down to say&lt;br&gt;Merry Christmas baby&lt;br&gt;I just wanna say, merry Christmas baby&lt;br&gt;I just wanna say, merry Christmas baby&lt;br&gt;I just wanna say, merry Christmas baby&lt;br&gt;And happy New Year, too!&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br&gt;Play it boys, go!&lt;br&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br&gt;Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-happy New Year&lt;br&gt;Ohhhh!&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br&gt;Merry Christmas baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bè, che altro dire? Merry Christmas, anzi… Buon Natale e un 2012 ricco di salute e di letizia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-8772410863568139754?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-l9JGu7RumTI/TvN5FlS0dpI/AAAAAAAAC2k/XNrNnlDBwXM/s72-c/video4cf31fdf3950%25255B19%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-7778565668719042241</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-23T14:27:39.906+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1984</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>Albert One</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="448" src="http://www.mirek.egate.pl/okladki/Albert_One-Turbo_Diesel.jpg" width="448"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:70ffdc2e-7ad7-466f-859a-bc1b9aa23ac0" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="343f8f90-b359-437e-b4b3-3043bc0aee39" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9Wqo25DF3s" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5lZom2f74bE/Tsz0xd_JVSI/AAAAAAAAC04/0g1NPxsYkyI/videob43428015d0b%25255B26%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('343f8f90-b359-437e-b4b3-3043bc0aee39'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/l9Wqo25DF3s?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/l9Wqo25DF3s?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Un tipo in carne vestito da pilota di Formula 1 dei tempi eroici con caschetto bianco e volante appeso al collo. Così, con &lt;em&gt;Turbo Diesel&lt;/em&gt;, Albert One balzò alle cronache musicali italiane nel 1984: la sua era la classica italo-disco, simpaticamente allegra e un poco trasgressiva. Già il nome, Albert One (si legge in inglese, “Albert Uan”) è chiaramente gioco di parole, vista la stazza del cantante-dj, Albertone. Si tratta di Alberto Carpani, un piacentino nato nel 1956 e capace se non di bissare il successo di &lt;em&gt;Turbo Diesel&lt;/em&gt;, almeno di dignitosissimi singoli negli anni a venire: &lt;em&gt;Heart on fire&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Lady O&lt;/em&gt; nel 1985, &lt;em&gt;Secrets&lt;/em&gt; nel 1986,&lt;em&gt; Everybody&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Visions&lt;/em&gt; nel 1988, &lt;em&gt;Loverboy &lt;/em&gt;nel 1989.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRnPzobHLfqs3fOWpyMGCvMNcKbZDfdoY_eh_A9UhVr_gCJJ6rxkI5WNn-q3g"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/316758.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E, per la serie “Che fine hanno fatto?”, ecco qui Albert One in un’intervista nel 2010:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c6a30590-10a4-4ed6-b86b-5b5629c5b567" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="9f1f8159-b1c2-4288-93af-7deb8325e19c" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58MYSi4ipNY" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-nERZb1A-Y4A/Tsz0yY7XMII/AAAAAAAAC1A/5gWvQUd3pVY/videod175de77ce26%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('9f1f8159-b1c2-4288-93af-7deb8325e19c'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/58MYSi4ipNY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/58MYSi4ipNY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-7778565668719042241?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/11/albert-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5lZom2f74bE/Tsz0xd_JVSI/AAAAAAAAC04/0g1NPxsYkyI/s72-c/videob43428015d0b%25255B26%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-7519256353332287330</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-13T19:57:11.218+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tecnologia</category><title>Una app Anni ‘80</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nostalgia degli anni ‘80, di quando si ascoltava la musica in &lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2008/06/le-musicassette.html"&gt;cassette&lt;/a&gt;, di quando le si infilava nei dock degli stereo, dei grandi impianti portatili, dei primi piccoli &lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2008/10/il-walkman.html"&gt;walkman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nostalgia canaglia…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;E qualcuno ha pensato a noi, creando una &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/aircassette/id445325105?mt=8"&gt;app&lt;/a&gt; per iPhone, iPod Touch e iPad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CQKn2NkCKV8/TsASsaynWKI/AAAAAAAAC0A/T6-OQf9kYHM/s1600-h/mzl.iuigisog.320x480-75%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="mzl.iuigisog.320x480-75" style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="347" alt="mzl.iuigisog.320x480-75" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Clph8QjJvYc/TsAStYG1cxI/AAAAAAAAC0I/2G92q7tNYOg/mzl.iuigisog.320x480-75_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="505"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Non è la stessa cosa, sappiamo tutti che è un mp3 o qualche altra diavoleria digitale che stiamo ascoltando. Ma, magari, quando mettiamo &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/05/forever-young.html"&gt;Forever young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; degli Alphaville, &lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/01/99-luftballons.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;99 Luftballons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; di Nena o &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2009/12/cosa-restera-degli-anni-ottanta.html"&gt;Cosa resterà degli Anni ‘80&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; di Raf, ci sembrerà che il tempo non è passato…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-7519256353332287330?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/11/una-app-anni-80.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Clph8QjJvYc/TsAStYG1cxI/AAAAAAAAC0I/2G92q7tNYOg/s72-c/mzl.iuigisog.320x480-75_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-7362560548251983674</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 11:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-24T13:54:40.531+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1982</category><title>La signora Luisa</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uno dei tormentoni che hanno caratterizzato gli Anni ‘80 viene - come molti altri – dagli spot televisivi. Non dobbiamo dimenticare che è stato il loro decennio di lancio e creatività, grazie al fenomeno della nascita dei grandi network televisivi privati e al loro massiccio uso pubblicitario.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ma chi è la signora Luisa? È un’energica donna delle pulizie che in uno spot del 1982 entra in casa come un ciclone e comincia a dialogare con la padrona:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Signora Luisa! Ah, grazie di essere venuta!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Luisa comincia presto, finisce presto e di solito non pulisce il water&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Non lo pulisce?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- No, perché nel water mette una schiuma attiva&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Una schiuma attiva nel water?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Sì, Gled Magic Water&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Gled Magic Water…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Rinfresca ad ogni scarico. Venga! Gled Magic Water ad ogni scarico produce una schiuma attiva che previene le macchie e dà un gradevole profumo. Gled Magic Water, la “schiumattiva” che mantiene il water pulito e profumato.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d06db79a-be58-4b4c-8d39-5b20bdb92881" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="0aa21d9b-1354-40c8-9945-ae51f3033ca0" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZAXeC7r4qk" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gMKFZQWOmYg/TqVR_tlv9BI/AAAAAAAACr8/nrMy0fTuO24/videod57d61212a7d%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('0aa21d9b-1354-40c8-9945-ae51f3033ca0'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/PZAXeC7r4qk?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/PZAXeC7r4qk?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quel “comincia presto, finisce presto e di solito non pulisce il water” entrò nelle battute di tutti i giorni nei più svariati contesti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-7362560548251983674?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-signora-luisa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gMKFZQWOmYg/TqVR_tlv9BI/AAAAAAAACr8/nrMy0fTuO24/s72-c/videod57d61212a7d%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-2505909241673473654</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-14T19:49:32.964+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1985</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>Glory days</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/66/Glory_Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glory Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; uscì il 13 maggio 1985, quinto singolo estratto dal fortunatissimo &lt;em&gt;Born in the USA&lt;/em&gt; di &lt;strong&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/strong&gt;. In realtà era stato registrato nella primavera del 1982, durante le sessioni per l’album e considerato subito uno dei pezzi di punta. Il testo narra di un uomo che ricorda i suoi “giorni di gloria” e rievoca le persone che ha conosciuto. La musica, composta con organo rock, piano honky-tonk, chitarra da garage-band e arricchita dal mandolino suonato da Steve Van Zandt, ebbe certamente una notevole parte nel successo del brano.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glory Days&lt;/em&gt; salì al quinto posto dell’hit parade americana, riuscendo a portare nella top ten un’altra traccia dell’album, la quinta, come detto. Sul retro del 45 giri c’era &lt;em&gt;Stand on it&lt;/em&gt;, un brano non presente in &lt;em&gt;Born in the U.S.A.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:046bef0b-863d-4335-985f-3453f5fb0f9f" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="7161e1e1-6521-4aca-bc17-1b941ca555b3" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vQpW9XRiyM" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3NmKK-dJzhs/Tph2K6B6WrI/AAAAAAAACqc/SgsGK46KUHk/video20a97b45fc9d%25255B37%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('7161e1e1-6521-4aca-bc17-1b941ca555b3'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/6vQpW9XRiyM?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/6vQpW9XRiyM?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLORY DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a friend was a big baseball player&lt;br&gt;back in high school&lt;br&gt;He could throw that speedball by you&lt;br&gt;Make you look like a fool boy&lt;br&gt;Saw him the other night at this roadside bar&lt;br&gt;I was walking in, he was walking out&lt;br&gt;We went back inside sat down had a few drinks&lt;br&gt;but all he kept talking about was&lt;br&gt;Glory days well they'll pass you by&lt;br&gt;Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye&lt;br&gt;Glory days, glory days&lt;br&gt;Well there's a girl that lives up the block&lt;br&gt;back in school she could turn all the boy's heads&lt;br&gt;Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by&lt;br&gt;and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed&lt;br&gt;Her and her husband Bobby well they split up&lt;br&gt;I guess it's two years gone by now&lt;br&gt;We just sit around talking about the old times,&lt;br&gt;she says when she feels like crying&lt;br&gt;she starts laughing thinking about&lt;br&gt;My old man worked 20 years on the line&lt;br&gt;and they let him go&lt;br&gt;Now everywhere he goes out looking for work&lt;br&gt;they just tell him that he's too old&lt;br&gt;I was 9 nine years old and he was working at the&lt;br&gt;Metuchen Ford plant assembly line&lt;br&gt;Now he just sits on a stool down at the Legion hall&lt;br&gt;but I can tell what's on his mind&lt;br&gt;Glory days yeah goin back&lt;br&gt;Glory days aw he ain't never had&lt;br&gt;Glory days, glory days&lt;br&gt;Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight&lt;br&gt;and I'm going to drink till I get my fill&lt;br&gt;And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it&lt;br&gt;but I probably will&lt;br&gt;Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture&lt;br&gt;a little of the glory of, well time slips away&lt;br&gt;and leaves you with nothing mister but&lt;br&gt;boring stories of glory days&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;GIORNI DI GLORIA&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avevo un amico che era un grande giocatore di baseball&lt;br&gt;quando era alle superiori&lt;br&gt;Poteva tirarti quella palla veloce vicino&lt;br&gt;Ti faceva sembrare stupido&lt;br&gt;L'ho rivisto l'altro giorno in questo bar lungo la strada&lt;br&gt;Io stavo entrando, lui usciva&lt;br&gt;Siamo tornati dentro insieme, ci siamo seduti e abbiamo bevuto qualche drink&lt;br&gt;Ma tutto ciò di cui continuava a parlare erano&lt;br&gt;I giorni di gloria, beh, ti sono passati accanto&lt;br&gt;Giorni di gloria negli ammiccamenti di una giovane ragazza&lt;br&gt;Giorni di gloria, giorni di gloria&lt;br&gt;Beh c'è una ragazza che se la passa bene in questo isolato&lt;br&gt;Ai tempi della scuola faceva voltare tutti i ragazzi&lt;br&gt;Prima o poi, un venerdì, mi fermerò&lt;br&gt;per un paio di drink dopo che avrò messo i bambini a letto&lt;br&gt;Lei e suo marito Bobby, beh, si sono lasciati&lt;br&gt;Ci scommetto saranno passati già un paio d'anni&lt;br&gt;Ci metteremo seduti semplicemente, parlando dei vecchi tempi&lt;br&gt;Racconta di come si sente piangendo&lt;br&gt;comincia a ridere ripensando&lt;br&gt;Ai giorni di gloria, beh, ti sono passati accanto&lt;br&gt;Giorni di gloria negli ammiccamenti di una giovane ragazza&lt;br&gt;Giorni di gloria, giorni di gloria&lt;br&gt;Mio padre ha lavorato 20 anni in fabbrica&lt;br&gt;e ora l'hanno lasciato a casa&lt;br&gt;E ora ovunque vada per chiedere lavoro&lt;br&gt;Gli rispondono che è troppo vecchio&lt;br&gt;Avevo 9 anni e lui lavorava&lt;br&gt;per la catena di montaggio della Mentuchen Ford&lt;br&gt;E ora sta solo seduto su un panchetto fuori dall'ingresso della Legione&lt;br&gt;ma non saprei dire cosa gli passa per la testa&lt;br&gt;Giorni di gloria, sì, che tornano indietro&lt;br&gt;Giorni di gloria che non abbiamo mai avuto&lt;br&gt;Giorni di gloria giorni di gloria&lt;br&gt;Penso che andrò al pozzo stasera&lt;br&gt;e berrò finché non sarò pieno&lt;br&gt;E spero che, quando sarò vecchio, non starò seduto da qualche parte a pensarci&lt;br&gt;ma probabilmente sarà così&lt;br&gt;Sì, semplicemente stando lì seduto cercando di riacciuffare&lt;br&gt;un po' della gloria, beh il tempo scivola via&lt;br&gt;e ti lascia senza niente se non&lt;br&gt;Noiose storie di giorni gloriosi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-2505909241673473654?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/10/glory-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3NmKK-dJzhs/Tph2K6B6WrI/AAAAAAAACqc/SgsGK46KUHk/s72-c/video20a97b45fc9d%25255B37%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-885508847316689389</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 11:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-12T13:05:39.130+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1985</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>Russians</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nel 1985 si potevano intravedere i primi segni dello scricchiolio dell’impero sovietico: l’URSS, dopo gli anni granitici di Kruscev e Breznev era passata per oscuri notabili di partito, Yuri Andropov e Konstantin Chernenko, morti dopo poco tempo di presidenza. Nell’aria c’erano segni di rinnovamento, i primi segni delle riforme che sarebbero arrivati con Mikhail Gorbaciov e la sua perestroika prima e con il decisionismo di Boris Eltsin che avrebbe posto fine all’Unione nel 1991.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://mitici80.com/files/2010/08/1985-sting-russians.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;E questi segnali colse &lt;strong&gt;Sting&lt;/strong&gt;, fuoruscito dai Police e autore del suo primo album solista, in uno dei pezzi più belli di The Dream of the Blue Turtles, disco dai toni jazz: Russians, uscita come singolo il 1° novembre 1985, parla di Guerra Fredda e della necessità di finirla una buona volta, abbandonandosi all’amore per i propri figli, assicurando loro un futuro migliore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Il brano, basato per quanto riguarda la musica su una variazione del&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Lieutenant Kije Suite, Op. 60&lt;/em&gt; di Sergej Prokofiev, ebbe un successo straordinario in Francia, dove raggiunse il 2° posto delle classifiche, un po’ meno nel resto del mondo: 8° in Olanda, 16° negli USA, 12° nel Regno Unito. Notevole invece il video, in un rigoroso bianco e nero.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:8218dae3-9e2c-4c66-b5f1-1213fa32b8aa" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="f2d2aad4-7554-41a7-87b7-0bce0268a680" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHylQRVN2Qs&amp;amp;ob=av2e" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-okU_YLPah2U/Tm3ngkBcAEI/AAAAAAAACmg/S_vVguwaEp4/video45694fc39845%25255B20%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('f2d2aad4-7554-41a7-87b7-0bce0268a680'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/wHylQRVN2Qs?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/wHylQRVN2Qs?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUSSIANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria&lt;br&gt;Conditioned to respond to all the threats&lt;br&gt;In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets&lt;br&gt;Mr Krushchev said we will bury you&lt;br&gt;I don't subscribe to this point of view&lt;br&gt;It would be such an ignorant thing to do&lt;br&gt;If the Russian love their children too&lt;br&gt;How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy&lt;br&gt;There is no monopoly of common sense&lt;br&gt;On either side of the political fence&lt;br&gt;We share the same biology&lt;br&gt;Regardless of ideology&lt;br&gt;Believe me when I say to you&lt;br&gt;I hope the Russians love their children too&lt;br&gt;There is no historical precedent&lt;br&gt;To put the words in the mouth of the president&lt;br&gt;There's no such thing as a winnable war&lt;br&gt;It's a lie we don't believe anymore&lt;br&gt;Mr Reagan says we will protect you&lt;br&gt;I don't subscribe to this point of view&lt;br&gt;Believe me when I say to you&lt;br&gt;I hope the Russians love their children too&lt;br&gt;We share the same biology&lt;br&gt;Regardless of ideology&lt;br&gt;What might save us me and you&lt;br&gt;Is that the Russians love their children too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In Europa e in America, c'è un crescente senso d'isteria&lt;br&gt;Condizionato in risposta alle minacce&lt;br&gt;Dei retorici discorsi dei Sovietici&lt;br&gt;Il sig. Kruscev ha detto “Vi seppelliremo”&lt;br&gt;Io non sottoscrivo questo punto di vista&lt;br&gt;Sarebbe una cosa ignorante da fare&lt;br&gt;Se anche i Russi amano i loro bambini&lt;br&gt;Come posso salvare il mio ragazzo dal giocattolo di morte di Oppenheimer?&lt;br&gt;Non c'è monopolio nel senso comune&lt;br&gt;Da ogni lato dello schieramento politico&lt;br&gt;Condividiamo la stessa biologia&lt;br&gt;A dispetto dell'ideologia&lt;br&gt;Credimi quando te lo dico&lt;br&gt;Spero che anche i Russi amino i loro bambini&lt;br&gt;Non c'è precedente storico&lt;br&gt;Per mettere le parole in bocca al Presidente&lt;br&gt;Non c'è nessuna guerra da vincere&lt;br&gt;È una bugia in cui non ci crediamo più&lt;br&gt;Il sig. Reagan dice “Noi ti proteggeremo”&lt;br&gt;Non sottoscrivo questo punto di vista&lt;br&gt;Credimi quando te lo dico&lt;br&gt;Spero che anche i Russi amino i loro bambini&lt;br&gt;Condividiamo la stessa biologia&lt;br&gt;A dispetto dell'ideologia&lt;br&gt;La cosa che può salvare noi, me e te&lt;br&gt;È che anche i Russi amino i loro bambini&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-885508847316689389?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/09/russians.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-okU_YLPah2U/Tm3ngkBcAEI/AAAAAAAACmg/S_vVguwaEp4/s72-c/video45694fc39845%25255B20%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-2589398638236266216</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2011 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-05T17:31:53.676+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">televisione</category><title>Vito Catozzo</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nella “fauna” di &lt;em&gt;Drive in&lt;/em&gt;, la trasmissione cult degli Anni ‘80 c’era una guardia giurata molto particolare, &lt;strong&gt;Vito Catozzo&lt;/strong&gt;, uno dei più riusciti personaggi di &lt;strong&gt;Giorgio Faletti&lt;/strong&gt;, allora comico televisivo e non ancora affermato giallista e attore cinematografico.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm221/vitocatozzo/vito_catozzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vito Catozzo, meridionale di Scuncellata a mare, raccontava dei suoi interventi “eroici” &lt;em&gt;(Vaccelo a chiedere a Toto il guercio chi è Vito Catozzo. Ti dirà: Vito Catozzo chi? Ma con rispetto, mondo cano!)&lt;/em&gt; e parlava della propria famiglia in un italiano sgrammaticato:&amp;nbsp; dalla moglie Derelitta, alta 1 m e 40 e del peso di 140 kg, “praticamente un cubo”, al figlio gay Oronzo (che lui si ostinava a credere un impenitente dongiovanni contro ogni evidenza). Vito Catozzo era un fan sfegatato di Adriano Celentano, si dichiarava “macchio” (macho) e terminava ogni frase con il tormentone “porco il mondo che ci ho sotto i piedi”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:3433aed7-a4e7-4824-bd5c-6d7962b3a31a" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; width: 448px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="029840a7-5a9c-40be-8549-eecf1e031b23" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lONzNGCKXUA&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yyQsiMaBqDY/TmTrMLNDUVI/AAAAAAAACmI/BCNbRlSgJks/video62c6cb967d53%25255B30%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('029840a7-5a9c-40be-8549-eecf1e031b23'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lONzNGCKXUA?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lONzNGCKXUA?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-2589398638236266216?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/09/vito-catozzo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yyQsiMaBqDY/TmTrMLNDUVI/AAAAAAAACmI/BCNbRlSgJks/s72-c/video62c6cb967d53%25255B30%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-749878816180263882</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2011 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-02T20:25:39.137+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cinema</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classifiche</category><title>Il box office degli Anni ‘80</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quali sono stati i film più visti nel decennio?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="512" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;E.T. – L’extraterrestre&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 756,700,000&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt;1982&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;L’impero colpisce ancora&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 533,800,000&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt;1980&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;Indiana Jones e l’ultima crociata&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 494,800,000&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt;1989&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 413,200,000&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt;1989&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;I predatori dell’arca perduta&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 383,900,000&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt;1981&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;Rain man&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 354,825,435&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt;1988&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;Ritorno al futuro&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 350,600,000&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt;1985&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;Chi ha incastrato Roger Rabbit?&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 349,200,000&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt;1988&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;Top gun&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 344,800,000&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt;1986&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="298"&gt;Indiana Jones e il tempio maledetto&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="126"&gt;$ 333,000,000&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="56"&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;1984&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Il film più visto, E.T – L’extraterrestre, è attualmente al 39° posto nel box office dei più visti di ogni tempo. Tra i primi 300 anche altri film del decennio: &lt;em&gt;Ritorno al futuro parte II&lt;/em&gt; (1989), &lt;em&gt;Mr Crocodile Dundee&lt;/em&gt; (1986), &lt;em&gt;Attrazione fatale&lt;/em&gt; (1987), &lt;em&gt;Un piedipiatti a Beverly Hills&lt;/em&gt; (1984), &lt;em&gt;Rocky IV&lt;/em&gt; (1985), &lt;em&gt;Rambo II&lt;/em&gt; (1985), &lt;em&gt;Un piedipiatti a Beverly Hills 2&lt;/em&gt; (1987), &lt;em&gt;Senti chi parla&lt;/em&gt; (1989), &lt;em&gt;Ghostbusters &lt;/em&gt;(1984), &lt;em&gt;Il principe cerca moglie&lt;/em&gt; (1988).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:e7324e16-2b7f-482a-bbeb-87b29b6181a5" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="1ede761c-f48e-4ced-9ef4-2c2341f90b53" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHe8hNNIIFw" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yus1nb0456o/TjhBIoxhDdI/AAAAAAAACe4/PgEKk7Y2AKY/video19d436677f4a%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('1ede761c-f48e-4ced-9ef4-2c2341f90b53'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/yHe8hNNIIFw?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/yHe8hNNIIFw?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-749878816180263882?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/08/il-box-office-degli-anni-80.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-yus1nb0456o/TjhBIoxhDdI/AAAAAAAACe4/PgEKk7Y2AKY/s72-c/video19d436677f4a%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-7090261438906697035</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2011 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-30T14:37:13.709+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1985</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>Everybody wants to rule the world</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;La musica degli Anni ‘80 si divide generalmente in due, tralasciando i mostri del rock: dance italiana, nota all’estero come italodisco, e new wave. Un pezzo decisamente new wave è questa &lt;strong&gt;“Everybody wants to rule the world”&lt;/strong&gt; dei &lt;strong&gt;Tears For Fears&lt;/strong&gt;, duo britannico formato da Roland Orzabal e Curt Smith. Mi sono tornati in mente l’altra sera, quando ho visto appunto un invecchiatissimo Curt Smith (be’, insomma, ha 51 anni) mettersi in gioco in un episodio della divertente serie americana &lt;em&gt;Psych&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I Tears for Fears già avevano sfondato l’anno prima con &lt;em&gt;Shout &lt;/em&gt;e avevano all’attivo già un album, &lt;em&gt;The Hurting&lt;/em&gt;, del 1983. A fine febbraio del 1985 uscì il loro nuovo LP, &lt;em&gt;Songs from the Big Chair&lt;/em&gt; e il 18 marzo venne lanciato il singolo: &lt;em&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;/em&gt;, appunto.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/64/TFF_EWTRTW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Il brano non convinceva Orzabal, che intendeva escluderlo dall’album. Ma i produttori riuscirono a persuaderlo che non era un corpo estraneo tra le altre canzoni. Lo incisero, e scalò le classifiche: primo negli Stati Uniti, in Canada e Nuova Zelanda, secondo in Inghilterra, Australia, Irlanda e Olanda. E brano di culto per gli autori di telefilm, visto che appare nelle colonne sonore di episodi di &lt;em&gt;Numb3rs&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Cold Case&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;ER&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Psych&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Malcolm in the middle&lt;/em&gt;, e nel promo di &lt;em&gt;The West Wing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a6d6e3b5-81d8-40aa-a1b6-ad76992de9db" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; width: 448px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="bb3d8332-d221-4be5-aa66-2c2a7c923342" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST86JM1RPl0" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DKDglMG4geQ/TjP3yicbtAI/AAAAAAAACdg/kyxuBztOs3A/videob9796f420f89%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('bb3d8332-d221-4be5-aa66-2c2a7c923342'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ST86JM1RPl0?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ST86JM1RPl0?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="center"&gt;EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to your life&lt;br&gt;There's no turning back&lt;br&gt;Even while we sleep&lt;br&gt;We will find you&lt;br&gt;Acting on your best behaviour&lt;br&gt;Turn your back on mother nature&lt;br&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br&gt;It's my own design&lt;br&gt;It's my own remorse&lt;br&gt;Help me to decide&lt;br&gt;Help me make the most&lt;br&gt;Of freedom and of pleasure&lt;br&gt;Nothing ever lasts forever&lt;br&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br&gt;There's a room where the light won't find you&lt;br&gt;Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down&lt;br&gt;When they do I'll be right behind you&lt;br&gt;So glad we've almost made it&lt;br&gt;So sad they had to fade it&lt;br&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br&gt;I can't stand this indecision&lt;br&gt;Married with a lack of vision&lt;br&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br&gt;Say that you'll never never never never need it&lt;br&gt;One headline why believe it ?&lt;br&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br&gt;All for freedom and for pleasure&lt;br&gt;Nothing ever lasts forever&lt;br&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;TUTTI VOGLIONO GOVERNARE IL MONDO&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Benvenuto nella tua vita&lt;br&gt;non ci si volta indietro&lt;br&gt;Persino mentre dormiamo&lt;br&gt;Ti troveremo&lt;br&gt;Comportandoti nel modo migliore&lt;br&gt;Volgi le spalle a madre natura&lt;br&gt;E’ il mio proposito&lt;br&gt;E’ il mio rimorso&lt;br&gt;Aiutami a decidere&lt;br&gt;Aiutami a sfruttare al massimo&lt;br&gt;La libertà e il piacere&lt;br&gt;Nulla dura mai per sempre&lt;br&gt;Tutti vogliono governare il mondo&lt;br&gt;C’è una stanza dove la luce non ti troverà&lt;br&gt;Ci terremo le mani mentre i muri crolleranno&lt;br&gt;Quando accadrà sarò accanto a te&lt;br&gt;Felice di avercela quasi fatta&lt;br&gt;Triste perché hanno dovuto farlo svanire&lt;br&gt;Tutti vogliono governare il mondo&lt;br&gt;Non riesco a sopportare questa indecisione&lt;br&gt;Sposato con una mancanza di visione&lt;br&gt;Tutti vogliono governare il mondo&lt;br&gt;Dì che non ne avrai mai mai mai mai bisogno&lt;br&gt;Sui titoli dei giornali perché crederci?&lt;br&gt;Tutti vogliono governare il mondo&lt;br&gt;Tutto per la libertà e per il piacere&lt;br&gt;Nulla dura mai per sempre&lt;br&gt;Tutti vogliono governare il mondo &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-7090261438906697035?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/07/everybody-wants-to-rule-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DKDglMG4geQ/TjP3yicbtAI/AAAAAAAACdg/kyxuBztOs3A/s72-c/videob9796f420f89%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-3196911462356061981</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2011 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-18T20:15:36.150+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1981</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">televisione</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1982</category><title>Il Buggzzum</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mi sa che pochi si ricorderanno “Il Buggzzum”, quiz andato in onda nel 1981 e nel 1982 alle 20.00 su TeleMonteCarlo – l’odierna La7 – che trasmetteva programmi al limite dello sperimentale ma proprio per questo interessanti, condotti generalmente da voci dell’emittente radiofonica di lingua italiana del Principato.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/it/thumb/c/c8/20051129225122%21Tmc-1-.svg/260px-20051129225122%21Tmc-1-.svg.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Il Buggzzum” era un oggetto misterioso da indovinare: veniva proposta un’immagine e il pubblico in sala doveva porre delle domande alle quali il conduttore poteva rispondere solo “sì” o “no”. Quando la risposta era affermativa, il concorrente vinceva qualcosa; il montepremi intanto cresceva e cresceva e l’oggetto rimaneva misterioso per giorni. Uno di essi era, pensate un po’, una “scatola per solini inamidati”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Il conduttore era il simpatico Roberto Arnaldi, voce di RMC.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://www.firenzemedia.com/arnaldi1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dal quiz venne realizzato anche un gioco in scatola.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-3196911462356061981?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/07/il-buggzzum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-2975619808794706134</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2011 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-09T13:42:42.363+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1980</category><title>A moment in sunshine</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Abbiamo già parlato di &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanna-be-your-lover.html"&gt;I wanna be your lover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, il grande successo disco dei fratelli La Bionda.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Andiamo adesso a estrarre da quell’album del 1980 un’altra traccia, la quarta e ultima del lato A, che si intitola “A moment in sunshine”. Apprezziamo le sue sonorità di frontiera, ancora un po’ anni ‘70 e già un po’ precorritrici del nuovo sound. I La Bionda però non pubblicheranno più album, si dedicheranno alla produzione di gruppi come i Rockets e i Righeira e sfrutteranno la loro energia compositiva per colonne sonore di film italiani di cassetta (&lt;em&gt;Poliziotto superpiù, Miami Supercops, Chi trova un amico trova un tesoro, Cane e gatto, Roba da ricchi&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:b2ef2fc6-6007-4564-85a3-92ed19099785" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="041cfedb-9fa5-4605-9b4a-600d0945d666" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfdgARHs_RY" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2-1I1g2djaU/Thg93Xcm2jI/AAAAAAAACZ0/5UJTLXt_veA/videob29d5bf0cf84%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('041cfedb-9fa5-4605-9b4a-600d0945d666'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/tfdgARHs_RY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/tfdgARHs_RY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-2975619808794706134?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/07/moment-in-sunshine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2-1I1g2djaU/Thg93Xcm2jI/AAAAAAAACZ0/5UJTLXt_veA/s72-c/videob29d5bf0cf84%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-2196097004647595495</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2011 09:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-25T11:06:54.533+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">collezionismo</category><title>Le figurine Mira Lanza</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ho già parlato della raccolta punti che permetteva di avere &lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2009/02/le-sorpresine-del-mulino-bianco.html"&gt;i regali del Mulino Bianco&lt;/a&gt;, ma numerosi erano i marchi che prevedevano questo metodo per “fidelizzare” i clienti, come si dice oggi, ovvero invogliarli all’acquisto con la promessa di un premio. Accade tuttora con la Ferrero, ad esempio, o con i “punti fragola” Esselunga. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Un bel metodo è quello scelto dalla Mira Lanza: la ditta genovese di detersivi, già negli Anni ‘50, ‘60 e ‘70, sull’onda dell’analogo marketing americano, aveva realizzato la sua raccolta punti per mezzo di figurine di cartone da raccogliere: una volta ottenuto il numero di punti necessari per ritirare il premio scelto, le si consegnava al rivenditore – non erano ancora i tempi dei grandi supermercati, di solito era il negozietto di fiducia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Le figurine vennero rinnovate nel corso degli Anni ‘80 con l’Olandesina, testimonial pubblicitaria già sul finire dei ‘60,, sostituita da Calimero, il pulcino nero, nei ‘70 e tornata modernizzata negli spot televisivi degli ‘80. C’erano quattro serie di figurine: “India misteriosa”, “Favoloso Islam”, “Grande Nord” e “Africa nera”, che riportavano un’immagine sul recto e una spiegazione sul verso.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="361" src="http://i710.photobucket.com/albums/ww102/doctordee/spot80/P1060021.jpg" width="474"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="368" src="http://i710.photobucket.com/albums/ww102/doctordee/spot80/P1060022.jpg" width="488"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In questo dépliant informativo possiamo anche apprezzare la grafica in uso nei primi anni ‘80 e la presenza di prodotti ormai spariti dal mercato. Nel 1989 la Mira Lanza venne infatti acquisita dalla britannica Reckitt Benckiser. Ava e Calinda sono ancora sui nostri scaffali, Lip è ora divenuto Lip-Woolite, Kop e Perla sono commercializzati solo in Polonia. Biol si è estinto…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="513" src="http://marcoeula.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/mira_lanza_83-86_con_lip_bivalente_.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Questo invece lo spot di Ava, con Corrado come testimonial:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:fe7446ed-2fb5-455d-9f39-f40925499283" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; width: 448px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="204f7e4b-8750-4b8c-bb20-68aee0f31e8c" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CH3ZElX8vvc" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-IOwO5hGyW1I/TgWlLQJiP_I/AAAAAAAACYU/stw3H2Euayk/video7e8a058ea1b9%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('204f7e4b-8750-4b8c-bb20-68aee0f31e8c'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/CH3ZElX8vvc?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/CH3ZElX8vvc?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fotografie: Figurine © DR / Dépliant © &lt;a href="http://marcoeula.tripod.com/id13.html"&gt;marcoeula.tripod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-2196097004647595495?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/06/le-figurine-mira-lanza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i710.photobucket.com/albums/ww102/doctordee/spot80/th_P1060021.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-2307875644645602996</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 08:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-12T10:38:28.014+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1982</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tecnologia</category><title>Sinclair ZX Spectrum</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dopo lo &lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2008/12/sinclair-zx80.html"&gt;ZX-80&lt;/a&gt; e lo &lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2008/12/sinclair-zx81.html"&gt;ZX-81&lt;/a&gt;, Sinclair lanciò nel 1982 l’evoluzione Spectrum, che in Europa si trasformò in breve nel principale concorrente del &lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-commodore-64.html"&gt;Commodore 64&lt;/a&gt;. Venne presentato il 23 aprile e rimase in commercio per due anni, prima di essere soppiantato dalle nuove versioni. Il nome Spectrum, invece della sigla numerica, fu scelto per indicare che era in grado di mostrare lo spettro di colori, cosa che i suoi predecessori non potevano fare.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Qualche dato tecnico: la CPU era una Zilog Z80A @ 3.5MHz con 16K di RAM e sistema operativo BASIC; il display, a otto colori, consentiva 32 x 24 righe di testo, la grafica era 256 x 192 – naturalmente si connetteva a un televisore – i dati potevano essere registrati su cassette e stampati con una periferica opzionale dedicata, la stampante termica Sinclair. Costava 398.000 lire, 498.000 lire nella versione a 48 k, che, considerato il coefficiente di rivalutazione, corrispondono&amp;nbsp; a una somma rispettivamente pari a circa 650 euro e 800 euro.&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="303" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/33/ZXSpectrum48k.jpg/800px-ZXSpectrum48k.jpg" width="409"&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lo Spectrum era molto semplice, ma, grazie alla sua livrea nera, ai tasti multifunzione in lattice e soprattutto alle sue prestazioni, seppe in breve attirare i suoi estimatori, che resistono tuttora, a distanza di trent’anni.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="300" src="http://newton.sunderland.ac.uk/~specfreak/MySpeccies/ZX-Spectrum-48k-Box.jpg" width="458"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/44/Treasure_Island_Dizzy.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;LA STAMPANTE ZX&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="423" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b3/Sinclair.zx.thermal.printer.jpg/677px-Sinclair.zx.thermal.printer.jpg" width="476"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-2307875644645602996?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/06/sinclair-zx-spectrum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-4611936285176952730</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2011 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-30T19:59:34.380+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1988</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spot</category><title>Aperol e Holly Higgins</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Una pubblicità sexy dal 1988: è quella di Aperol, girata a Miami.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:29aabbed-3028-457b-9355-5f3f6ffadbb8" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="10848114-a9bd-4211-8e1e-089bf793c0e8" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B-8G1RRJ4A&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4k5LXuXuvZY/TePbBQC4jEI/AAAAAAAACXM/NdNypT2D-UQ/video0976848859ed%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('10848114-a9bd-4211-8e1e-089bf793c0e8'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/6B-8G1RRJ4A?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/6B-8G1RRJ4A?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ecco cosa dice l’azienda a proposito della strategia commerciale nel decennio: “Gli anni ottanta segnano un cambiamento nella strategia di comunicazione. La ragazza Aperol, bellissima e spontanea, diventa la testimonial dello stile Aperol: semplice, fresca e spontanea. Holly Higgins fa girare la testa agli italiani, mentre si tira su la minigonna per raggiungere in moto gli amici ad un bar di Miami, mentre lo storico slogan recita: “Non so voi, ma io bevo Aperol”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Certo che a noi maschietti Holly Higgins è rimasta in mente a lungo…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-4611936285176952730?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/05/aperol-e-holly-higgins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4k5LXuXuvZY/TePbBQC4jEI/AAAAAAAACXM/NdNypT2D-UQ/s72-c/video0976848859ed%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-415666451856290271</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-23T17:33:17.442+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1984</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>Forever young</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nella mia ideale &lt;em&gt;top ten&lt;/em&gt; musicale del decennio c’è, e ai posti più alti, una canzone dei tedeschi &lt;strong&gt;Alphaville&lt;/strong&gt;, “Forever Young”, che può essere considerata il vero inno dei ragazzi degli Anni ‘80 – alle ragazze consentiamo invece di fare il verso a Madonna con “Like a virgin”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Forever young”, dicevo: ha avuto un successo postumo, perché allora raggiunse il primo posto solo in Svezia, il terzo in Italia, Norvegia e Svizzera e il quarto – con disco d’oro per le 250.000 copie vendute – nella natia Germania. Ma è un pezzo che ha cavalcato i decenni ed è stato oggetto di numerose cover… Perché tutti vorrebbero essere “per sempre giovani”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:b5999caf-3e15-4a76-9e28-c8602b338f0a" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="6549baf9-3332-4ab8-851f-42c914936d6f" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1TcDHrkQYg&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/Tdp-PIQULeI/AAAAAAAACW0/78cPJIdD05w/video6d1b42cf4be2%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6549baf9-3332-4ab8-851f-42c914936d6f'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/t1TcDHrkQYg?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/t1TcDHrkQYg?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3b/Alphaville_-_Forever_Young_Single.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;FOREVER YOUNG&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while&lt;br&gt;heaven can wait we're only watching the skies&lt;br&gt;hoping for the best but expecting the worst&lt;br&gt;are you going to drop the bomb or not?&lt;br&gt;let us die young or let us live forever&lt;br&gt;we don't have the power but we never say never&lt;br&gt;sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip&lt;br&gt;the music's for the sad men&lt;br&gt;can you imagine when this race is won&lt;br&gt;turn our golden faces into the sun&lt;br&gt;praising our leaders we're getting in tune&lt;br&gt;the music's played by the madmen&lt;br&gt;forever young, I want to be forever young&lt;br&gt;do you really want to live forever, forever and ever&lt;br&gt;some are like water, some are like the heat&lt;br&gt;some are a melody and some are the beat&lt;br&gt;sooner or later they all will be gone&lt;br&gt;why don't they stay young&lt;br&gt;it's so hard to get old without a cause&lt;br&gt;I don't want to perish like a fading horse&lt;br&gt;youth is like diamonds in the sun&lt;br&gt;and dimonds are forever&lt;br&gt;so many adventures couldn't happen today&lt;br&gt;so many songs we forgot to play&lt;br&gt;so many dreams are swinging out of the blue&lt;br&gt;we let them come true.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Traduzione: PER SEMPRE GIOVANE)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Balliamo con stile, balliamo per un po’&lt;br&gt;il Paradiso può aspettare&lt;br&gt;stiamo solo guardando il cielo&lt;br&gt;sperando per il meglio&lt;br&gt;ma aspettandoci il peggio&lt;br&gt;stai per far cadere la bomba o no?&lt;br&gt;Moriamo giovani o viviamo per sempre&lt;br&gt;non abbiamo il potere&lt;br&gt;ma non diciamo mai mai&lt;br&gt;stiamo seduti in una cava di sabbia&lt;br&gt;la vita è un viaggio breve&lt;br&gt;la musica è per gli uomini tristi&lt;br&gt;riesci ad immaginare quando&lt;br&gt;questa gara sarà vinta?&lt;br&gt;Giriamo i nostri volti dorati verso il sole&lt;br&gt;lodando i nostri capi, entriamo in melodia&lt;br&gt;la musica è suonata dai pazzi.&lt;br&gt;Per sempre giovane,&lt;br&gt;voglio essere per sempre giovane&lt;br&gt;vuoi davvero vivere per sempre?&lt;br&gt;Per sempre e per sempre&lt;br&gt;alcuni sono come l'acqua&lt;br&gt;alcuni come il calore&lt;br&gt;alcuni come una melodia&lt;br&gt;e alcuni sono il battito&lt;br&gt;prima o poi, moriranno tutti&lt;br&gt;perché non rimangono giovani?&lt;br&gt;È così difficile invecchiare senza una ragione&lt;br&gt;non voglio morire come un cavallo che si dissolve&lt;br&gt;la gioventù è come i diamanti nel sole&lt;br&gt;e i diamanti sono per sempre&lt;br&gt;così tante avventure non potevano accadere oggi&lt;br&gt;così tante canzoni che abbiamo dimenticato di suonare&lt;br&gt;così tanti sogni si realizzano di punto in bianco&lt;br&gt;gli permetteremo di avverarsi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-415666451856290271?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/05/forever-young.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/Tdp-PIQULeI/AAAAAAAACW0/78cPJIdD05w/s72-c/video6d1b42cf4be2%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-4305026264549619081</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2011 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-13T13:39:18.544+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1984</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>1984</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e6/Eurythmics_1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uno degli album più particolari del decennio è “1984 (For the love of Big Brother)” degli Eurythmics. Il duo formato da Annie Lennox e David Stewart sfornò una colonna sonora molto particolare per l’omonimo film tratto dal romanzo scritto nel 1948 da George Orwell. Il soul sintetico degli Eurythmics rende al meglio le scene ossessionanti della ipotetica società immaginata da Orwell, dove il Grande Fratello (quello vero, non la parodia miseranda fatta dalla televisione odierna) governa in modo autoritario tenendo i cittadini sotto il controllo delle telecamere, considera il sesso un reato e fa riscrivere la storia secondo le esigenze del Partito. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L’INIZIO DEL FILM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:09503d99-46f5-488c-b7bb-c35fd3ee10d7" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="8de036be-7f70-4c46-8101-70bec39a283b" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovz-o2D71qg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TaWKB4CCRRI/AAAAAAAACUc/evpRfi-o9IE/video80f355ba4882%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('8de036be-7f70-4c46-8101-70bec39a283b'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ovz-o2D71qg?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ovz-o2D71qg?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEXCRIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c4/Eurythmics_Sexcrime.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tanti pezzi strumentali e altri con il testo tratto dal romanzo. Il brano portante, quello poi lanciato sulle radio di tutto il mondo, è “Sexcrime (Nineteen eighty-four)”, che scala le classifiche europee e americane, fino al terzo posto in Belgio e Sevzia, al quarto nel Regno Unito e in Francia, ma stranamente resta fuori da quella italiana.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:5b26a184-b07e-4fc6-8451-2415ff42734d" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="f246b078-e6c9-4dfa-b55b-824df8741705" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcTP7YWPayU" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TaWKCZcPoCI/AAAAAAAACUg/qDxofEnF8ic/video69f2ce777fab%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('f246b078-e6c9-4dfa-b55b-824df8741705'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/IcTP7YWPayU?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/IcTP7YWPayU?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;SEXCRIME (NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex sex - crime crime&lt;br&gt;Can I take this for granted with your eyes over me?&lt;br&gt;In this place this wintery home&lt;br&gt;I know there's always someone in.&lt;br&gt;Sex crime&lt;br&gt;sex crime - 1984&lt;br&gt;1984.&lt;br&gt;And so I face the wall&lt;br&gt;turn my back against it all.&lt;br&gt;How I wish I'd been unborn wish I was unliving here.&lt;br&gt;Sex crime&lt;br&gt;sex crime - 1984&lt;br&gt;1984.&lt;br&gt;I'll pull the bricks down one by one.&lt;br&gt;Leave a big hole in the wall just where you are looking in.&lt;br&gt;Sex crime&lt;br&gt;sex crime - 1984&lt;br&gt;1984.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINISTRY OF LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:ae71aa79-c3dc-48b4-80a9-dc75be17800f" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="508481a2-b9e2-42b4-b58d-5f25b5d602ab" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjHS-9munbM&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TaWKDJAi-zI/AAAAAAAACUk/5eAHMbWEzBI/videoe4835d64119a%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('508481a2-b9e2-42b4-b58d-5f25b5d602ab'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/cjHS-9munbM?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/cjHS-9munbM?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:7aa81793-6b7c-4162-8a85-8a784a02bcc2" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="6eb90a44-8e6e-4b3c-b83e-5cf1323f3f7b" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBAeHKgvoPk&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TaWKDie0NKI/AAAAAAAACUo/qTj0LaH-pdU/video8e83361c1abf%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6eb90a44-8e6e-4b3c-b83e-5cf1323f3f7b'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/oBAeHKgvoPk?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/oBAeHKgvoPk?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-4305026264549619081?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/04/1984.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TaWKB4CCRRI/AAAAAAAACUc/evpRfi-o9IE/s72-c/video80f355ba4882%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-8308833727939914153</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2011 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-08T18:17:31.494+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1988</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">televisione</category><title>Conto su di te</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Visto il successo sulle reti Fininvest di game show come “Tra moglie e marito”, &lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2008/11/mama-non-mama.html"&gt;“M’ama non m’ama”&lt;/a&gt; e “Il gioco delle coppie”&amp;nbsp; Rai Due nel 1988 pensò bene di lanciarsi nel settore: il programma era “Conto su di te” e debuttò il 29 gennaio per concludersi il 27 maggio. Lo presentava Jocelyn, affiancato da una giovanissima Emanuela Folliero. Enzo Beruschi, reduce dal &lt;em&gt;Drive In &lt;/em&gt;di Italia 1 fungeva da arbitro &lt;em&gt;sui generis&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tre coppie di concorrenti (rigorosamente marito e moglie) si sfidavano in vari giochi per eliminare una coppia. Poi si sconfinava nell’ambito di “Tra moglie e marito” grazie allo sponsor Postal Market: le coppie dovevano indovinare cosa avrebbe scelto dal catalogo (ristretto) il partner.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;La coppia vincente partecipava al gioco finale: una macchina rovesciava sul tavolo una bella quantità di banconote da 50.000 lire e il marito doveva contarle: solo riuscendo a contarle esattamente le poteva vincere. Per ostacolarlo, venivano poste delle domande alla donna: ogni volta che questa sbagliava si scatenava un disturbo, da galline sul tavolo a un clown che spalmava di maionese il viso dell'uomo, da donne provocanti che danzavano a ventilatori che scompigliavano le banconote.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;L’anno successivo il programma venne condotto da Rosalinda Celentano e Pietro Ghislandi, ventriloquo con il pupazzo Giosellino. Andò in onda di venerdì, dal 3 febbraio al 2 luglio. Poi, naturalmente, venne soppresso.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:9adf2268-7f8e-4637-bb8a-d30f6e3850da" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="f989e956-478f-4df9-9c85-116caae01e1e" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21YyuQaxMzo" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TZ81GkOnVdI/AAAAAAAACUI/AMQoouWgbgo/videof093c8f1e141%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('f989e956-478f-4df9-9c85-116caae01e1e'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/21YyuQaxMzo?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/21YyuQaxMzo?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-8308833727939914153?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/04/conto-su-di-te.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TZ81GkOnVdI/AAAAAAAACUI/AMQoouWgbgo/s72-c/videof093c8f1e141%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-6499294960438443650</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2011 11:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-27T13:53:59.657+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1986</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>Mirage (Stasera la luna)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;È il 1986 quando &lt;em&gt;Mirage&lt;/em&gt; invade le spiagge e le piste delle discoteche: è un testo in inglese, come tradizione della dance nostrana, ma con ritornello in italiano. A cantarla sono gli Scotch, gruppo creato da Mario Cangelli con Vince Lancini e Fabio Margutti. Il singolo bissa il successo di &lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2008/11/disco-band.html"&gt;Disco Band&lt;/a&gt; e sarà ripreso nel 2004 da Paps’n’skar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mirage raggiunse il 19° posto in classifica in Italia e il 56° in Germania, ma fu un vero e proprio delirio in Svezia, dove si insediò in vetta alla hit parade.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a1707c0d-8ecb-468b-b20f-77cb6cfb8659" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; width: 448px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="f54f603c-3c33-45ad-af2f-34052528e53c" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnAo4zP1JLY&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TY8lVq5__rI/AAAAAAAACT8/6jGi-S3hjqk/videoafc52377266b%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('f54f603c-3c33-45ad-af2f-34052528e53c'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/YnAo4zP1JLY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/YnAo4zP1JLY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://old.myzuka.ru/AlbumImages/26492.jpg"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIRAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stasera la luna&lt;br&gt;ci porterà fortuna, la luna&lt;br&gt;Stasera la luna&lt;br&gt;ci porterà fortuna, la luna&lt;br&gt;ci porterà.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's raining again, this morning&lt;br&gt;the end of the seaside&lt;br&gt;Nobody can change&lt;br&gt;with a strength&lt;br&gt;the way of the river of life&lt;br&gt;Every day, every night&lt;br&gt;we talked about the same old stories&lt;br&gt;Every day, every time&lt;br&gt;we put it in the hand of glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stasera la luna&lt;br&gt;ci porterà fortuna, la luna (x 4)&lt;br&gt;Ci porterà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's raining again, this morning&lt;br&gt;the end of the seaside&lt;br&gt;Nobody can change&lt;br&gt;with a strength&lt;br&gt;the way of the river of life&lt;br&gt;Every day, every night&lt;br&gt;we talked about the same old stories&lt;br&gt;Every day, every time&lt;br&gt;we put it in the hand of glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stasera la luna&lt;br&gt;ci porterà fortuna, la luna (x 4)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day, every night&lt;br&gt;we talked about the same old stories&lt;br&gt;Every day, every time&lt;br&gt;we put it in the hand of glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stasera la luna&lt;br&gt;ci porterà fortuna, la luna (x 4)&lt;br&gt;Ci porterà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-6499294960438443650?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/03/mirage-stasera-la-luna.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TY8lVq5__rI/AAAAAAAACT8/6jGi-S3hjqk/s72-c/videoafc52377266b%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-6334112103996110108</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2011 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-08T17:56:24.225+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1980</category><title>L’hit parade del 5 dicembre 1980</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:9d6c8163-2eb9-4c21-8411-8b69297b0335" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="593ee7e3-3eec-42d8-91e0-97fc6bec0355" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKTObUjkksA" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TXZfc3uAHJI/AAAAAAAACR4/H23lcD3jXTo/video9b09f8623d7d%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('593ee7e3-3eec-42d8-91e0-97fc6bec0355'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/QKTObUjkksA?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/QKTObUjkksA?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;L’altro giorno mi è capitato di rivedere parte di una puntata di &lt;em&gt;Popcorn&lt;/em&gt;, il programma musicale degli Anni ‘80 trasmesso da Canale 5. In particolare, si trattava della puntata del 5 dicembre 1980. I conduttori erano il pianista Augusto Martelli - garofano rosso da socialista all’occhiello, barba di tre giorni, abito elegante – e Ronnie Jones, un nero allampanato con i baffi. Comunque, la parte che ho visto, sovrainciso il resto da un film su una vecchissima videocassetta Beta, conteneva l’Hit Parade degli LP: ed è quella che vi propongo oggi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASSIFICA LP del 5 DICEMBRE 1980:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. DALLA, Lucio Dalla &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a72668eb-af7f-4983-bce9-041b9dc3ecfe" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="de38540b-b849-44f2-bb2c-65d9fe42e21b" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXr9cr0_-JA" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TXZfdRhrcFI/AAAAAAAACR8/DyBRl4DDR5w/videoa1a39c2a0fc8%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('de38540b-b849-44f2-bb2c-65d9fe42e21b'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/gXr9cr0_-JA?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/gXr9cr0_-JA?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. ZENYATTA MONDATTA, Police &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d948dac2-9bf7-4b21-a85c-7f6923b9a21c" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="2d781ef5-234e-435b-b43a-e2f9e36f1ee4" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNIZofPB8ZM" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TXZfd8iTyKI/AAAAAAAACSA/Ogg6aePCGUo/videod03bb598aec6%5B17%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2d781ef5-234e-435b-b43a-e2f9e36f1ee4'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/KNIZofPB8ZM?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/KNIZofPB8ZM?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. STOP, Pooh &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. UPRISING, Bob Marley &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. DIANA, Diana Ross &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. TREGUA, Renato Zero &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. MAKING MOVIES, Dire Straits &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:43f9da1f-eece-4a04-8557-66e675098fab" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="cd37fed0-c05b-4945-ba1a-467f41711f9e" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxfjSnMN88U" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TXZfedJwZhI/AAAAAAAACSE/aPCCVu5xuwY/videofe5239ecd52e%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('cd37fed0-c05b-4945-ba1a-467f41711f9e'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/mxfjSnMN88U?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/mxfjSnMN88U?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. HOTTER THAN JULY, Stevie Wonder &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. THE WANDERER, Donna Summer &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. HAWKES AND DOVES, Neil Young&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Un po’ di tutto, come si può notare: dal pop italiano di Dalla, Renato Zero e dei Pooh al reggae di Bob Marley, dal folk-rock di Young al rock dei Dire Straits e dei Police, dal rhythm &amp;amp; blues di Stevie Wonder agli ultimi rimasugli della disco-music con Diana Ross e Donna Summer. La dance italiana, nota all’estero come italo-disco, vero exploit del decennio, era ancora di là da venire.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-6334112103996110108?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/03/lhit-parade-del-5-dicembre-1980.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TXZfc3uAHJI/AAAAAAAACR4/H23lcD3jXTo/s72-c/video9b09f8623d7d%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-541281187431156718</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-25T12:40:08.275+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1981</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>In the Army now</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Due fratelli olandesi, Ron e Ferdi Bolland – in arte&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;“Bolland &amp;amp; Bolland” &lt;/strong&gt;– nel 1981 incisero un pezzo che uscì dal paese dei tulipani e ottenne un discreto successo in tutta Europa: si intitolava “You’re in the Army now”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:f5c69b2d-fd49-4ab8-ad77-6d6a3b655c4a" style="display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 448px;"&gt;&lt;div id="0ccf6d06-d748-4af1-8ea2-33a556d29573" style="display: inline; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="252" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIbsVZyEvcY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIbsVZyEvcY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="252"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Il brano arrivò alle orecchie di Francis Rossi, il cantante del gruppo inglese &lt;strong&gt;Status Quo&lt;/strong&gt;: gli piacque, ma pensò di rimaneggiarlo un po’ e di rivestirlo con le sonorità tipiche della band, consone al sound anni ‘80. È il 1986 quando lo pubblicano in 45 giri e lo lanciano con un video che mostra la durezza della vita militare e riflette sull’inutilità della guerra. Il titolo viene accorciato: “In the Army now”. È un successo ancora maggiore: il pezzo arriva ai vertici delle hit parade in Austria, Germania, Svizzera e Irlanda, ed è secondo in Francia, Norvegia e Regno Unito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:ff33096c-c996-4795-9fa6-e515cd44aa90" style="display: block; float: none; margin: 0px auto; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 448px;"&gt;&lt;div id="a5cdf6ee-7473-471d-a8a0-b7285d38983f" style="display: inline; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="252" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPIrJDtEw0k?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPIrJDtEw0k?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="252"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c8/In_the_army_now.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;YOU’RE IN THE ARMY NOW&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;A vacation in the foreign land
Uncle Sam does the best he can
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
you're in the army... now

Now you remember what the draftman said:
"Nothin' to do all day but stay in bed"
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now

You'll be the hero of the neighbourhood
Nobody knows that you left for good
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now

Smiling faces on the way to Nam
But once you get there noone gives a damn
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now

(Da da da da dam daam)
(Da da da da dam daam)
(Da da da da dam daam)
(Da da da da dam daam)

Handgrenades flying over your head...
Missiles flying over your head
if you wanna survive
get out of her bed
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now

Shots ring out in the dead of night
The sergant calls "Stand up and fight!"
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now

You've got your orders
to shoot on sight...
Your fingers on the trigger
But it don't seem right
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now

Night is falling and you just cant see
is this illusion or reality?
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now
You're in the army now (wooh woooh)
You're in the army... now

(Da da da da dam daam)
(Da da da da dam daam)
(Da da da da dam daam)
(Da da da da dam daam)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-541281187431156718?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-army-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-2526788859526220160</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 10:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-13T11:59:52.482+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1982</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>Sanremo 1982</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Il Festival di Sanremo del 1982 si svolse alla fine di gennaio, dal 28 al 30, condotto ancora una volta da Claudio Cecchetto – non era la kermesse ingessata di oggi che cerca l’ascolto, ma un vero festival di musica, quindi affidato a un esperto dee-jay – con Daniele Piombi, il classico presentatore, e Patrizia Rossetti.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vinse il trionfatore dell’estate, &lt;strong&gt;Riccardo Fogli&lt;/strong&gt;, che dopo &lt;em&gt;Malinconia&lt;/em&gt;, al Festival sfornò &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storie di tutti i giorni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, esibendosi in smoking sul palco con uno scenografico chitarrista rock a fargli compagnia. Vinse lui, per fortuna, perché al secondo posto si piazzò &lt;strong&gt;Felicità&lt;/strong&gt;, brano kitsch di &lt;strong&gt;Al Bano e Romina Power&lt;/strong&gt;. Terzo un sorprendente &lt;strong&gt;Drupi&lt;/strong&gt;, con &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soli.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IL VINCITORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:0a33cfa7-f104-4c4b-8572-b3fb99f9dc21" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="e828ddcd-3656-4653-9d9b-e25576ac1cc0" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWSvl7fjoX4&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TVe5oPSZ4vI/AAAAAAAACOQ/YPUU2oIDe00/videoe63fe1c8f488%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('e828ddcd-3656-4653-9d9b-e25576ac1cc0'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/UWSvl7fjoX4?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/UWSvl7fjoX4?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Le altre canzoni finaliste furono classificate a pari merito: &lt;em&gt;Beguine&lt;/em&gt; di un redivivo cantante dei ‘60, Jimmy Fontana; &lt;em&gt;Blue Hotel &lt;/em&gt;della statunitense Lene Lovich, &lt;em&gt;C’è&lt;/em&gt; di Elisabetta Viviani, ex compagna di Gianni Rivera, la bellissima &lt;em&gt;E non finisce mica il cielo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;scritta da Ivano Fossati per Mia Martini – Premio della critica, &lt;em&gt;Io no&lt;/em&gt; di una combattiva Anna Oxa, &lt;em&gt;Lisa&lt;/em&gt;, brano scritto da Zucchero per l’idolo delle ragazzine Stefano Sani, &lt;em&gt;Marinai &lt;/em&gt;del gruppo progressive Le Orme, &lt;em&gt;Non voglio ali &lt;/em&gt;di&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Riccardo Del Turco, altro residuo dei ‘60, &lt;em&gt;Ping pong &lt;/em&gt;del simpatico belga Plastic Bertrand, &lt;em&gt;Quando incontri l'amore &lt;/em&gt;dello sdolcinato trio Milk and Coffee, &lt;em&gt;Romantici &lt;/em&gt;di Viola Valentino, all’epoca compagna del vincitore Riccardo Fogli, &lt;em&gt;Sei la mia donna &lt;/em&gt;di Mal, altra icona dei ‘60, &lt;em&gt;Sette fili di canapa&lt;/em&gt;, filastrocca di Mario Castelnuovo, &lt;em&gt;Solo grazie&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;di&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2009/02/fra-giuseppe-cionfoli.html"&gt;Giuseppe Cionfoli&lt;/a&gt;, che fece scalpore perché in quel periodo era ancora un frate), &lt;em&gt;Strano momento &lt;/em&gt;del cantautore&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Roberto Soffici, &lt;em&gt;Tu stai &lt;/em&gt;di un onnipresente Bobby Solo, &lt;em&gt;Un'altra vita un altro amore &lt;/em&gt;del melodicissimo Christian, &lt;em&gt;Vado al massimo &lt;/em&gt;di un Vasco Rossi particolarmente fuori ruolo (canta in playback infilando il microfono in tasca, poi lo getta tra il pubblico!), e infine &lt;em&gt;Una notte che vola via &lt;/em&gt;di un giovane Zucchero, che ancora si firma Fornaciari.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEFANO SANI (per signore e signorine)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c7070e2d-00f3-4667-aa81-a816e4174070" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="1c9baa3f-3867-4e68-9683-6d4197164f60" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIxDWPTdovI" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TVe5ounuB6I/AAAAAAAACOU/RBUFEuYTCJ8/video60ca7e14734a%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('1c9baa3f-3867-4e68-9683-6d4197164f60'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/SIxDWPTdovI?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/SIxDWPTdovI?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VASCO (da vedere assolutamente!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1101dc55-afa6-4c85-aafb-e18e8d04b0a4" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="4c111d4f-c58b-418f-a722-24b6c9ec007c" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seZfklvRmmc" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TVe5pEjhcRI/AAAAAAAACOY/aT-5UbM_AI4/videod19c36fb6e85%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('4c111d4f-c58b-418f-a722-24b6c9ec007c'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/seZfklvRmmc?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/seZfklvRmmc?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIA MARTINI (Premio della critica)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:46fd268d-e21d-4834-8405-b057894386b4" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; width: 448px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="6681cb6d-9d1d-44c9-896e-98aa37ce7898" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAAtkTVloC8" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TVe5p11mxrI/AAAAAAAACOc/dUqR4jvcX2w/video0e60a660f94c%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6681cb6d-9d1d-44c9-896e-98aa37ce7898'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/vAAtkTVloC8?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/vAAtkTVloC8?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Non superarono il taglio e rimasero fuori dalla finale: &lt;em&gt;America in &lt;/em&gt;di Orietta Berti, che provava a rilanciarsi,&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Biancaneve &lt;/em&gt;di Rino Martinez, &lt;em&gt;Centomila amori miei &lt;/em&gt;di Marina Lai, voce dei jingles Postal Market, &lt;em&gt;Cuore bandito &lt;/em&gt;di Julie, &lt;em&gt;Facciamo la pace &lt;/em&gt;di Claudio Villa, relitto dei ‘50, &lt;em&gt;Non arrenderti mai&lt;/em&gt; di Piero Cassano, ex autore dei Matia Bazar e futuro produttore di Eros Ramazzotti e &lt;em&gt;Una sporca poesia &lt;/em&gt;di Fiordaliso, che troverà poi spazio nei reality e nei salotti tivù degli anni 2000.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una valanga di ospiti: dalle canzoni comiche di Pippo Franco, Nino Manfredi e Diego Abatantuono alla disco music dei Village People e di Gloria Gaynor, dal folk-rock di Donovan e degli America, dal rockabilly degli Stray Cats al rock più o meno duro dei Kiss, dei Van Halen, di Hall &amp;amp; Oates, dal pop di Marianne Faithfull e dei Bee Gees agli italiani: il motociclista cantante Marco Lucchinelli, Claudia Mori e il francese Johnny Hallyday con un brano cantato nella nostra lingua.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-2526788859526220160?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/02/sanremo-1982.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TVe5oPSZ4vI/AAAAAAAACOQ/YPUU2oIDe00/s72-c/videoe63fe1c8f488%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-6416802778208717237</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-10T12:39:42.524+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1981</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><title>Sanremo 1981</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Il Festival di Sanremo del 1981 rianimò un poco le asfittiche emozioni musicali della kermesse: per la prima volta da tanti anni infatti molte delle canzoni presentate riuscirono a entrare in classifica, la raccolta del Festival giunse addirittura al primo posto.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nessuna polemica relativa ai presentatori: un bravo Claudio Cecchetto, affiancato da Eleonora Vallone, Nilla Pizzi e Franco Solfiti. Lo scalpore lo fecero i Ricchi e Poveri, che invece che in quattro si presentarono in tre, escludendo Marina Occhiena, che avrebbe rubato il compagno all’altra donna, la “brunetta” Angela.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vinse &lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt;, con un brano scritto da Franco Battiato, &lt;em&gt;Per Elisa&lt;/em&gt;. Un’altra famosissima canzone si piazzò seconda, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maledetta primavera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; di &lt;strong&gt;Loretta Goggi. &lt;/strong&gt;Sul podio anche &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu cosa fai stasera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; di &lt;strong&gt;Dario Baldan Bembo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:df278fb0-43d6-433a-b0e3-7a1821251f7b" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="843f3ed4-6cd4-40cb-9ef9-7d77a67287b6" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_jHJPhzYiY" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TVPOeYbYzXI/AAAAAAAACOE/jyY4gJtldaQ/videoe1ed075d64a1%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('843f3ed4-6cd4-40cb-9ef9-7d77a67287b6'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/l_jHJPhzYiY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/l_jHJPhzYiY?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Le altre canzoni in gara: dal 4° al 7° posto &lt;i&gt;Roma spogliata &lt;/i&gt;(Luca Barbarossa), &lt;em&gt;Sarà perché ti amo&lt;/em&gt; (Ricchi e Poveri), &lt;em&gt;Hop hop somarello &lt;/em&gt;(Paolo Barabani), &lt;em&gt;Ma chi te lo fa fare &lt;/em&gt;(Marinella). Eliminate la sera finale: &lt;i&gt;Su quel pianeta libero &lt;/i&gt;(Michele Zarrillo), &lt;em&gt;Pensa per te &lt;/em&gt;(Marcella) e &lt;i&gt;Midnight &lt;/i&gt;(Passengers).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1e120f96-7c0e-4726-bacf-fb734c5c8db1" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="05c8dd19-d45b-4ea8-891d-7c628f735a00" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enROazvFzlQ" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TVPOe0SDDaI/AAAAAAAACOI/c0J9XiTj6fQ/video963551819900%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('05c8dd19-d45b-4ea8-891d-7c628f735a00'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/enROazvFzlQ?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/enROazvFzlQ?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Rimasero fuori dalla fase finale: &lt;i&gt;Ancora &lt;/i&gt;(Eduardo De Crescenzo), &lt;i&gt;Angela &lt;/i&gt;(Leano Morelli), &lt;i&gt;La barca non va più &lt;/i&gt;(Orietta Berti), &lt;i&gt;Blue (Tutto è blu) &lt;/i&gt;(Sterling Saint-Jacques), &lt;i&gt;Caffè nero bollente &lt;/i&gt;(Fiorella Mannoia), &lt;i&gt;Follow Me (Se amore vuoi) &lt;/i&gt;(Carmen &amp;amp; Thompson) &lt;i&gt;Io mi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Stefano Tosi), &lt;i&gt;Non posso perderti &lt;/i&gt;(Bobby Solo), &lt;i&gt;Questo amore non si tocca &lt;/i&gt;(Gianni Bella), &lt;i&gt;I ragazzi che si amano &lt;/i&gt;(Collage). Altri interpreti non arrivarono neppure alla gara del sabato: vennero “tagliati” le prime sere, tra gli altri, Franco Fasano, Umberto Napolitano e gli Opera.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fa specie vedere come siano state eliminate due canzoni poi divenute molto ma molto famose: &lt;em&gt;Ancora&lt;/em&gt; di Eduardo De Crescenzo e &lt;em&gt;Caffè nero bollente&lt;/em&gt; di Fiorella Mannoia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:8c376a15-2c47-42c9-a2ea-90dc52aeb28a" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="25f5513c-292f-4870-8653-165e85400d90" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9cwWl0q7Tc" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TVPOfcHQUkI/AAAAAAAACOM/yO-Gt5Sz1Ik/videoaa9013048a9a%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('25f5513c-292f-4870-8653-165e85400d90'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/D9cwWl0q7Tc?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/D9cwWl0q7Tc?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anche nel 1981 i cantanti non erano accompagnati dall’orchestra, ma si esibivano su base musicale. Numerosi gli ospiti, ma memorabile fu l’intervento dei Dire Straits, con &lt;em&gt;Tunnel of love&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/em&gt;. Poi Alberto Sordi, Robert Palmer, Lio, Barry White, Charles Aznavour, Hall &amp;amp; Oates, i Bad Manners, Mario Merola, i Gufi e Milva.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-6416802778208717237?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/02/sanremo-1981.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TVPOeYbYzXI/AAAAAAAACOE/jyY4gJtldaQ/s72-c/videoe1ed075d64a1%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7362294225667360025.post-933092187487734840</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2011 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-06T10:36:26.122+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1980</category><title>Sanremo 1980</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;È tempo di Festival di Sanremo… ci tocca! Ma allontaniamoci dall’insulsa kermesse che è diventato l’evento televisivo di febbraio e ripercorriamo i nostri giorni d’oro. Negli Ottanta, Sanremo usciva da un periodo di crisi – quello dei Settanta – che però era riuscito a lanciare grossi nomi come Rino Gaetano. La direzione artistica di Pippo Baudo, che in quel periodo era all’apice della carriera, portò a fare del Festival una manifestazione nazional-popolare: basta scorrere l’elenco dei vincitori del decennio per accorgersene, Ricchi e Poveri, Al Bano e Romina Power, Massimo Ranieri, Fausto Leali…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ma andiamo con ordine. Iniziamo dal 1980, una delle edizioni più chiacchierate della storia, a cominciare dai presentatori: Roberto Benigni e Olimpia Carlisi. Ci scappa un lungo bacio tra i due e un “Wojtilaccio” uscito dalla bocca del comico nei confronti di Giovanni Paolo II.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:4ce261f5-65b7-47ef-8c2a-abaaf1e3d57a" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="fe341654-a9bf-4464-846d-7e069dc17882" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyh6UIsD0uw" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TU5qUwnt40I/AAAAAAAACNs/d8H38mtCwI4/videoa3e30e3f0ac3%5B28%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('fe341654-a9bf-4464-846d-7e069dc17882'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kyh6UIsD0uw?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kyh6UIsD0uw?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ad affiancare la coppia alla conduzione c’erano Claudio Cecchetto e Daniele Piombi, certamente più tradizionali.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vinse &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo noi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; di &lt;strong&gt;Toto Cutugno&lt;/strong&gt;, davanti a &lt;em&gt;Ti voglio bene&lt;/em&gt; di Enzo Malepasso e &lt;em&gt;Su di noi&lt;/em&gt; di Pupo. Le altre canzoni furono classificate a pari merito: &lt;em&gt;Canterò canterò canterò (&lt;/em&gt;Aldo Donati), &lt;i&gt;Cavallo bianco &lt;/i&gt;(Paolo Riviera), &lt;em&gt;Contessa&lt;/em&gt; (Decibel), &lt;em&gt;Gelosia&lt;/em&gt; (Bobby Solo), &lt;em&gt;Il sole canta&lt;/em&gt; (Orlando Johnson),&lt;em&gt; I sing for you&lt;/em&gt; (Sally Olfield), &lt;em&gt;L’italiano&lt;/em&gt; (Stefano Rosso), &lt;i&gt;Ma vai vai &lt;/i&gt;(Giorgio Zito e i Diesel), &lt;em&gt;Mara &lt;/em&gt;(Bruno D’Andrea), &lt;i&gt;Mariù &lt;/i&gt;(Gianni Morandi), &lt;i&gt;Musica regina &lt;/i&gt;(Leano Morelli), &lt;em&gt;Passerà&lt;/em&gt; (Alberto Cheli), &lt;i&gt;Più di una canzone &lt;/i&gt;(La Bottega dell’Arte), &lt;i&gt;Tu cioè... &lt;/i&gt;(Peppino Di Capri), &lt;i&gt;Tu mi manchi dentro &lt;/i&gt;(Leroy Gomez), &lt;em&gt;Va' pensiero &lt;/em&gt;(Linda Lee), &lt;em&gt;Voglio l'erba voglio&lt;/em&gt; (Francesco Magni).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Da notare la presenza di vari interpreti stranieri, tra i quali la sorella di Mike Oldfield. Non raggiunsero la finale invece altri interpreti, tra i quali i più noti sono la band di rock progressive Latte e Miele. Non c’era orchestra, ma gli artisti cantavano su base musicale.  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gli ospiti: la tosta rocker Suzi Quatro, famosa anche per la sua partecipazione a &lt;em&gt;Happy Days&lt;/em&gt; nel ruolo di Leather Tuscadero, esponenti disco come Sylvester e Sheila &amp;amp; B. Devotion; poi Billy Preston, Pippo Franco e soprattutto gli Status Quo, che si esibirono in &lt;em&gt;Whatever you want&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:3053a8c7-ff4c-4736-a8ee-0de8dff2c972" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; width: 448px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="d834001b-5322-4189-b241-cb312fa6379a" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yof__kMTdhg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TU5qVWhLClI/AAAAAAAACN0/dgc35I93Snk/video7a751771d8b5%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('d834001b-5322-4189-b241-cb312fa6379a'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Yof__kMTdhg?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Yof__kMTdhg?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vi risparmio Cutugno &amp;amp; c. Meglio i Decibel di un giovanissimo Enrico Ruggeri: &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a1e14051-f90e-4a19-9d8f-37437f6067db" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 448px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="1fd65117-dbe9-41a6-8879-2fed3d7c06fd" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2whAzhg304" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TU5qV18fmaI/AAAAAAAACN4/An3--8dbvFo/video63ba45cd38bd%5B30%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('1fd65117-dbe9-41a6-8879-2fed3d7c06fd'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/T2whAzhg304?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/T2whAzhg304?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7362294225667360025-933092187487734840?l=ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilcubodirubik80.blogspot.com/2011/02/sanremo-1980.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (DR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_P5i_XF3f-0c/TU5qUwnt40I/AAAAAAAACNs/d8H38mtCwI4/s72-c/videoa3e30e3f0ac3%5B28%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

