Funk Investigators by Alberto Zanini
You may have read our Cannonball Records News Item back in April announcing the launch of Funk Investigators by Alberto Zanini and the details of the forthcoming English translation involving E Mark Windle aka @Windlesoul, well here's a follow up item just to let you know that the English version is now available.
A few excerpts from the 225 page book follow below, check out the Cannonball Records website for ordering and more details, link follows below
Excerpt from chapter "Detroit"
"I have a strong imagination and often fantasize about things that others would find of little importance. If have an indefinite amount of tequila boom boom and take two shots at a cannon of good weed, that aspect really takes over. And that's exactly what happened that night. I closed my eyes and teleported myself to the sidewalk in front of Motown HQ on West Grand, to witness the frantic comings and goings of drummers with sticks poking out of their trouser pockets, and guitarists rushing about with cases on their shoulders and scores under their arms. And producers, with their train of secretaries and assistants. Smokey Robinson got out of a taxi, out of breath and late for a recording session.
Excerpt from chapter "Pittsburgh"
"...The man claimed to be looking for young people to write songs and music for the artists he represented, some of whom had already released material for various labels with which he had business relationships (in fact, it seemed that several labels employed Italian immigrants, even if it was hard to track their name in the official Billboard charts). Scaglione asked the Ames brothers if that was something they might be interested in. In which case, they could move on to the financial side of...
Excerpt from chapter "New York"
"...The Dunkin' Donuts, on the other hand, was all steel profiles and sparkling glass on a square plan, with an entrance and a takeaway counter like those of McDonald's. It looked brand new, so I thought I wouldn't find anyone there to ask about the "lost family". I looked around and a little further up the road I saw a small brick church, from which a group of elderly black ladies was coming out, most with a bible in hand. As it was Sunday, it was very likely that they had lingered to chat after the morning...
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