IO & GEORGE BENSON di RITA BELLACOSA

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Il nudo e il crudo
Firma : Rita Bellacosa
27/11/2009 - 20:54
George Benson (nato 22 Marzo 1943), the guitar legend, è in Italia. Stasera concluderà il suo tour con un concerto-evento al Gran Teatro di Roma in cui, oltre al suo repertorio classico, presenterà per la prima volta dal vivo il nuovo album "Songs and Stories", raccolta di brani di autori big come Bill Withers; è prodotto da Marcus Miller, uscito alla fine di agosto per la Concord/Universal, e già ai vertici delle classifiche internazionali. Istrionico artista mondiale, autentica leggenda della black music, Benson è uno dei chitarristi più carismatici ed eclettici di tutti i tempi, capace di fluttuare con disinvolta scioltezza fra generi musicali differenti, jazz classico e moderno, blues, soul, fusion, funk, creando note magiche e sublimi definite dalla sua voce inconfondibile. Il suo vastissimo repertorio contiene hits che hanno fatto la storia del jazz, dell’r&b e del pop dei cinque continenti. In quarant’anni di carriera, fin dal lontano esordio nel 1964, non ha mostrato cedimenti vincendo numerosi Grammy Awards ed una serie infinita di riconoscimenti in tutto il mondo. Il suo modo particolare di suonare la chitarra il crossover, ossia il passare con disinvoltura dall’improvvisazione del jazz all’emozione del soul, lo ha reso unico. I jazzofili sanno che Benson è abilissimo nell’uso della tecnica dello scat, tecnica che consente di creare vocalizzi che sembrano assoli jazz resi con la chitarra. La sua discografia vanta 53 pubblicazioni ed é costituita da album, raccolte, collaborazioni con altri miti musicali come Quincy Jones. Niente male per un ragazzo povero ricco di belle speranze, nato e cresciuto a Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania e che sognava il successo e l’ottenne fin dai suoi 21 anni. Tra i suoi successi memorabili: Lady Love Me (One More Time), Turn Your Love Around, In Your Eyes, Love X Love, Being With You e This Masquerade, On Brodway e la celeberrima Nothing's Gonna Change My Love for You che inneggia all’amore eterno e che ho fatto mia ricordandola quando parlo di me stessa, ragazza povera ricca di belle speranze, nata e cresciuta in un piccolo paese e che sognava il successo. Niente potrà cambiare il mio amore per me stessa perché io me la sono sudata la mia vita.
ME & GEORGE BENSON
George Benson (born March, 22, 1943), the guitar legend, is in Italy. Tonight it will conclude his tour with a concert-event to the Gran Theater in Rome in which, besides his classical repertoire, he will introduce for the first time live the new album "Songs and Stories", harvest of passages of authors big as Bill Withers; is produced by Marcus Miller, gone out at the end of August for the Concord / Universal, and already to the vertexes of the international classifications. Histrionic world artist, authentic legend of the black music, Benson is one of the most charismatic and eclectic guitarists of every time, able to fluctuate with uninhibited looseness among produces musical different, classical and modern jazz, blues, soul, fusion, funk, creating magic and sublime notes defined by her unmistakable voice. Its vast repertoire contains hits that the history of the jazz has done, of the r&b and of the pop one of the five continents. In forty years of career, since the distant debut in 1964, he has not shown all over the world yielding winning numerous Grammy Awards and an endless series of recognitions. His particular way to play the guitar the crossover, or rather the to pass with boldness from the improvisation of the jazz to the emotion of the soul, has made him/it only. The jazz’s lovers know that Benson is skilled in the use of the technique of the scat, technique that allows to create vocalizations that seem solos jazz made with the guitar. Its work boasts 53 publications and she is constituted by album, harvests, collaborations with other musical myths as Quincy Jones. No bad for a boy poor rich in beautiful hopes, been born and grown to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and that he dreamt the success and it got him since its 21 years. Among his memorable successes: Lady Love Me (One More Time), Turn Your Love Around, In Your Eyes, Love X Love, Being With You and This Masquerade, On Brodway and the very famous Nothing's Skirt Change My Love for You that hymns to the eternal love aNothing's Skirt Change My Love for You that hymns to the eternal love and that I have done mine remembering it when I speak of myself, girl poor rich in beautiful hopes, been born and grown in a small country and that success dreamt. RITA BELLACOSA

George Benson - Nothing's Gonna Change (Original)

Niente potrà cambiare il mio amore per me stessa perché io la mia vita me la sono sudata. Rita Bellacosa

STRIPTEASE by RITA BELLACOSA A strip that tears the applause 21/11/2009 - 20:12 You select music with malice, with a lives light short black you move you sinuous on dizzy heels; under the suit you have very little, an impalpable veil of black lingerie. On the face the lights of a wise maquillage; there is no denying it, tonight you have overcome yourself: a great star for a public of an only spectator. You foretaste and continuous in your strategy of war. You mirrors, ripple before here, then of there; in the mirror you are beautiful, really beautiful. They told you all the country but you you didn't believe it or you perhaps faked indifference. One you Answered to everybody: <>. Yet you were careful to yours to dress; every evening you leaned on the chair the suits of the next day chosen as you would be wanted to feel later you the morning. You often listened to a song from that small orange stereo, of epoch because it had been being in the house for so many years. How did it do that motive? Ah, "under to the blues jeans you never dress nothing" and you blushed only to the thought and you imagined to whom Drupi had been able to devote those words and as she had to be her. You were nice, a lot; you had that unaware sensuality that a little girl can have, a mixture of childish innocence and desire to already feel you woman, curious and frightened of what this could mean. Here it is the woman that you had become; very beautiful, soft it ogled from that mirror. You waited for him as every evening inventing you a special surprise for your man, finally, after you had tried us in so many that you could fill us a stadium. Him no, you had not courted you, flattered, surrounded of attentions, submerged of gifts; he was not this way. he had simply looked you as you are, for what you are. Here it was about to reenter; you imagined that you would have caught you while, with the hands, you accompanied every movement of the body slightly caressing you. You would have started to strip you, without anxieties, waddling in the dark illuminated only by the weak light coming from the road of the metropolis. To stare at him without even not dissuading for an instant the look from him, to sometimes snicker, small giggles while he looked you and you...street, down the lightning. You saw yourself while you were provoking him making smile alternated by sighs. And after…
STRIPTEASE de RITA BELLACOSA
Le strip qui arrache l'applaudissement 21/11/2009 -20:12 Musique choisie avec malice, tu avec un petite robe noir courte lager; tu te remues sinueuse sur talons vertigineux; sous le vetement tu as très peu, un voile impalpable de lingerie noire. Sur le visage les lumières d'un maquillage savant; il y n'a pas que dire, ce soir tu t'as dépassé même: une grande star pour un public d'un spectateur unique. Tu continus dans ta stratégie de guerre. Dans le miroir tu flottes premier d'ici, puis de là; il est beau se regarder en satisfaisant de la beauté. Tu est vraiment belle. On te le disait tous au pays mais toi tu ne croyais pas ou tu feignais indifférence peut-être. Tu répondais à tous: <>. Pourtant tu étais attentive au tien habiller; chaque soir tu appuyais sur la chaise les habits du lendemain choisis comme tu te serais voulue entendre le matin après. Tu écoutais souvent une chanson de ce petit stereo orange, d'époque parce qu'il était en maison depuis beaucoup d'années. Comme il faisait quelle chanson? Ah, " au dessous des blue jeans tu ne apportes jamais rien" et tu rougissais seulement à la pensée et tu imaginais à qui Drupi eût pu dédier ces mots et comme il dût être elle. Tu étais sensuelle, beaucoup; tu avais cette sensualité inconsciente que une petite fille peut avoir, un mélange d'innocence et désir de t'entendre déjà femme, curieuse et effrayée de ce que cela pût signifier. Voilà la femme qui tu étais devenue; très belle et douce dans ce miroir. Tu l'attendais comme chaque soir en t'inventant une surprise spéciale pour ton homme, enfin, après qu'ils avaient essayé en nombreux qui on pouvait remplir un stade. Il non, il ne t'avait pas courtisée, flattée, entourée d'attentions, submergée de cadeaux,; il n'était pas comme ça. Elle t'avait simplement regardée comme tu es, pour cela que tu es. Il allait rentrer voilà; tu imaginais qu'il te surprendrait pendant que, avec les mains, tu accompagnais chaque mouvement du corps en te caressant légèrement. Tu aurais commencé à te déshabiller, sans anxiétés, en te déhanchant seulement dans l'obscurité embrasée de la lumière faible provenante de la rue de la métropole. fixer lui sans détourner pour un instant non plus le regard de lui, de temps en temps ricaner, petits gloussements pendant qu'il te regardait et tu...ailleurs, en bas l'éclair. Tu te voyais pendant que tu le taquinais en faisant des soupirs. Tu aurais commencé à te défiler lentement un bas, remis le talon, défilée l'autre. Tu te serais levée de déclenchement en remuant les jambes lisses. Vous etes sur le lit et puis…

Drupi - Bella Bellissima (1976)

Le piaceva esplorare nel gioco dell’amore. Conosceva l’arte del sedurre, stuzzicava gli uomini che le suscitavano interesse, facendo l’amore con gli occhi, solo per sperimentare l’esperienza. Sapeva come saettare lo sguardo, come mostrare negli occhi un desiderio che, in realtà, non sentiva, come trattenere nel tempo un uomo conquistato con le sole parole. Sapeva trarre vantaggio dal suo corpo morbido lasciando che gli uomini subissero il fascino dell’immaginazione. Si trattava sempre di una prova tesa più che altro a valutare se stessa, e la sua capacità di destreggiarsi in situazioni galanti più o meno pericolose. La presenza dell’uomo di turno era soltanto un dettaglio casuale. Conduceva le situazioni all’estremo, come prova della sua rocciosa forza interiore e della ferrea capacità di pilotare gli eventi esercitando la volontà di dominare sull’insistenza degli uomini a possederla. teorizzava, < è pura violenza, è invasione di corpi frementi. A letto occorre dimenticare qualsiasi regola o sovrastruttura, inutile sovrapposizione di fastidiosa e stridula voce sulle voci possenti dei corpi. L’uomo e la donna sono esseri animali e come tali devono agire, in preda all’istinto della passione. Il sesso è selvaggio, scomposto, illimitato. ( da LE INUTILI APPARENZE, CAP. XIII)