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Once upon a time, there was a homeless man who played music on the street to scrape together some coins for food and survival. The lyrics of the songs he produced were filled with unimaginable nonsense, but somehow he managed to get by, especially thanks to his second job cleaning car windows at traffic lights.
One fine day, while he was playing under the subway, this homeless man met a record producer who approached him while he was playing and, enlightened, said to him: "Come with me, I'll make you sell a ton of records." "But how is it possible that this nonsense could appeal to anyone?" said the homeless man, who was aware that his songs were rubbish. "Trust me, the world is full of people who will believe that this nonsense is actually pearls of wisdom and hide rare insights," replied the producer. "What have you been smoking, my friend?" replied the vagrant. "You'll understand, Bugo, one day you'll understand...," "Bugo? What is Bugo, then smoking isn't your problem, look, that stuff will kill you, trust me, see how I've ended up," said the homeless guy, "No, Bugo will be your new name, you'll be called Bugo, listen to what I have in mind...."
This is said to be the true story of Cristian Bugatti, aka Bugo, a man who found his social niche, became a singer, and is said to even sell records. Well, if any of you aspire to become a singer, know that it's possible to achieve it.
Yet, in my opinion, that's not quite the right place for Bugatti within society; he can give more...found it! Bugo's music might have positive effects in the field of medicine, for example, one could play Bugo to those who attempted suicide by overdosing, to induce vomiting and expel the toxic substance. Although, listening to said music might then give new life to the impulse to repeat the reckless act... nothing, never mind.
P.S. If you manage to listen to the album (I advise against it), at some point, you might fall into the trap of mistaking "GGEELL" for a Frank Zappa song that's just had a frontal lobotomy, no, it's Bugo.
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Capable of making you laugh and think at the same time.
This time it’s almost a masterpiece and I hope to admire him live, in concert.
By Pescegatto
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