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I like harp and voice, but I've heard it a bit and I think like ajeje. On the other hand, I often think like ajeje (in general I'm fine).

Lord, calm down and answer: Punk aside, do you see anything good in music after 1977? Your answer is essential.

No, I was in front of the bathroom mirror singing Luca Carboni, wearing a bandana though, so maybe I'll become an icon (this part was meant for another page).

And now I saw you playing in a Culture Club cover band the other night, come on, don't lie.

Chapeau (as usual... or rather more than usual)

Mauri, you're doing great! After all, everything looks good on a screen!

Hi easy, how's it going? We gave it our all on Saturday night at the Granillo, huh! (Sorry to bother you while you’re at work! Two years of tireless work, I would build you a monument!)

What day was it? // I was listening to Luca Carboni, whom I still adore.

Always a pleasure, Caz.

In my opinion, the problem is adolescence. You listen to something in your teenage years and fall in love with it, for various reasons: because during adolescence you experience your first significant emotions and it’s easy to tie them to music, because when you’re a teenager you generally have nothing to do, and because when you’re a teenager, you tend to build grand theories about the world, which, of course, are infallible.
So if you fall in love with a band (or two or three) in your adolescence, in 99.7% of cases (it’s incredible how certain percentages keep coming back) you’re screwed; and when you move past adolescence, to justify, in a slightly more rational and adult way, that you really love that band, you create absurd theories about the history of music that inevitably postulate the uselessness of all other genres. This is the lesson I believe I can draw from studying the human cases of Francis (Oasis), Walterstarman (Queen), and DaveJonGilmour (Floyd, he’s been a bit luckier). I bring this to your attention for validation.