This bloodsucking flute player got his name from the the plaque of frame he lives in. The frame was acquired at Lacies frame store on Westbourne groove and i can only assume Lovatti was a long forgotten Italian painter.
Signor Lovatti’s sleepy eyes has many times followed me around the room almost as he is trying to drag me into his dark world.
Strangely years later after paining this,I stumbled upon this Japanese holy grail. The character on the cover of this LP looks like he could be Signor Lovatti’s spoiled nephew but damn he’s funky…