If you go to Colonnata, Via Vittorio Emanuele 24, ask for the Vincafè wine bar because they serve the best lard in the world.
I had it together with Dario, my friend from Colonnata.
Dario had a record store on Via Pietrasanta, also in Colonnata, but the locals never had such a great passion for music to justify the existence of a highly specialized shop in such a small village.
Dario loves Cocorosie and listens to them at every chance, he enjoys the whims in the songs, the sounds of uptight kittens, and the intricate arch architectures.
He senses something in Bianca and Sierra's voices that I can't grasp, the sense of the absolute, that naive spirit of post-dinner radical chic that I can't digest. No, I can't digest it.
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Dario is very fond of Celtic things, everything to do with elves and fairies, I hate them.
I had a girlfriend who used to listen to Lorena McKennit, I don't like Lorena and our relationship ran into trouble over musical differences.
Dario and I never talk about music, it's obvious.
But we love food, the sun, and having lunch together on holidays, doing nothing.
After all Cocorosie are not the worst, Dario and I exchanged the only look of musically disgusted understanding when Cristicchi came on the radio...
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Cocorosie has managed to create an incredible album, rich in sounds from unknown worlds that make you feel the smell of spring.
I collapse into the darkness that penetrates me, embraces me, touches me, until it becomes part of me.