Bisius

... I am astonished...

I agree with Zarathustra, an album made too quickly.

But please, let's not let DeBaser fall so low!

But how can I not comment on the king of DeRecensori, vellutogrigio? What should I say this time? That I admire you more and more? That you are a role model? No, I've already said that... nothing else to say, except for a well-deserved applause and the wish for a shining career for a long time to come.

I will listen...

I don't have time for vacation, between homework, hanging out with friends, and DeBaser I have no more time... maybe we'll talk about it again in nine months.

And so, if you are really unyielding, try not to comment on them!

Prof, I’ve finished the homework and we’ll correct it tomorrow in class. I’ve never commented on Angelo Branduardi. I only mentioned that it’s disgraceful to compare him to Zucchero when it comes to Miles Davis. I shared my opinion on Queen. And after all, Italy is supposed to be a free country? I mean, where everyone can express their opinion? Damn, what democracy, huh!

And your teenage days will seem ridiculous to you, as you thought of your boyfriend with the soundtrack "Sole Di Settembre"...

Dile, and here’s where the problem lies. I don’t offend your opinions. I’M TELLING THE TRUTH. The pure and wholesome truth. The Finley are a bunch of crap. A possible mitigating factor might be that you’re fourteen years old and a girl (a critical age, therefore), but as soon as you’re out of this endless tunnel, try listening to something else. Stuff that isn’t bombarded two thousand times a day on the radio, on MTV, All Music, and Total Request Live. Try to discover new musical universes. When I was eight years old, I went crazy for pop. Then they told me to try listening to new things. I started listening to rock. I liked it. I moved on to punk (not this, which is nothing but commercial), the kind by The Clash and Ramones. I liked it. Finally, I evolved into metal and alternative music. And I went crazy. Now, from the height of my fifteen years, seeing my peers listening to this stuff fills me with sadness. And if I say Tool, they confuse it with a brand of chocolate, and if I say Queens Of The Stone Age, they think I’m crazy, and if I say System of a Down, they take it for a dictatorial regime. Dile, since it seems to me that you have intelligence to spare, take my advice: ditch the Finley and explore real music.