The biped portrayed here in the photo was born (not already in these precarious psycho-physical conditions) in May 1976 in the cheerful city of Ancona. Childhood passes calmly (how could it be otherwise in the Marche?) cradled by mom TV and many cartoons.
The first encounter with music began at age 12 with a genre that at the moment was the furthest from his tastes: rap/hip hop, specifically with the first Run DMC, but above all with the hilarious De La Soul of “3 Feet High and Risin’”. At 14, the first passion arrived: Queen (yes, them indeed) whose second album he still adores.
The encounter with his sister's ex-freak boyfriend opened doors to the musical past in which he still tends to take refuge through near-archaeological record searches. The first record he played was “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn” and he immediately experimented with its "expansive" effects by smoking his first spinach... from then on things went on their own.
Another dear friend introduced him to the newly blossomed Grunge scene, so it was flannel shirts, mandatory long hair, and a remarkable alcoholism based on Montenegro & Borghetti (if you don’t know what this is, ask any Marche native).
Such a state of alcoholism and pseudomonothematic musical listening (Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Smashing Pumpkins, Metallica and old stuff) ended with the start of his university adventure in Venice, where, after many insults at parties, he was forced to come into contact with other musical genres. He even managed to hear Punk (especially The Clash), electronic music (a little Massive Attack, K&D) and even the hated reggae (Linton Kwesi the best). However, the passion that remains most influential is that of the psychedelic word, declined in all possible variations that a drugged mind can bear. Then came the revelations for Kyuss, the superb Motorpsycho, and Tool.
With the reading of Nick Hornby’s “High Fidelity”, he was invaded by an acute top five obsession, from which he is still trying to recover, but with poor results, given the cyclical and stubborn rearrangement of his record collection according to increasingly delirious classification criteria.
In chronological order, the latest musical passion is represented by the discovery of garage sound (’60s and current), but he looks with increasing skepticism at the newcomers of the so-called current rock wave.
In March of last year (2003), after two years of thesis work, and at the age of 27, he graduated with a degree in Oriental Languages and Literatures, stole money for three months working at the Biennale, and is now trying to go into hiding in Tokyo to escape creditors, assassin priests, women in latex, and de-baser users.
