Blackdog

"..Dylan didn’t think much of the Beatles..": what a load of bullshit, those dicks d'Albert Goldman! Between the four from Liverpool and His Bobness, there was a mutual fascination, born during a long "on the road" trip of the homo from Duluth across the States (from NYC all the way to California): those long hours in the car would form the backbone for "Another Side Of Bob Dylan," which would be released in August '64; and he would often listen to the little beetle "I Want To Hold Your Hand" on the radio during the coast-to-coast drive.. I can say this with certainty, because I was there (hitchhiking with my left paw). In fact, the homo from Duluth stated: "..These Beetles were doing things that no one else was doing. The chords they were using were outrageous, really outrageous. But to do things like that you had to play with other musicians.." -And goodbye to ideological folk cages & the Newport Festival..Saludos 'Fanculo Albert Goldman.

Alice does not know, but she gave birth to many masks to come.. However, the guillotine was just for Vincent.
Insistent and sporadic greetings.

Ah, I got it: you give the banner with the little eagle, that maybe one day Lionello will remember and buy the lottery share for you all... Come on pixies, because Zarate can really make a big impact. Not so sure where, but he can make an impact (he’ll be your derby man, with Carrizo, the goalkeeper from Providence).
P.S. - Watch out for Juventus: that Buffon of Ranieri says every single day that they will win the scudetto or the Champions... With a monstrous defense (Chiellini-Mellberg) and a top-level midfield (Sissoko-Pulsen). All this confidence in favor of the Gobbi is very strange, really strange. Saludos mogi-Moggi.

But this Messi isn’t bad at all.. Aside from footballland: if Nolan is the + "greatest director out there," P.T. Anderson is the reincarnation of Buddha. Saludos Zack Snyder E' Una Checca.

The Barca is still a powder keg, despite the farewell to Bugs Bunny\Ronaldinho. And without the arrival of Trezeguet or Adebayor, they're lacking up front.. ;)

Among other things, it is said that the musical theme of the upcoming "Watchmen" by, alas, the childish music video director Snyder will be assigned to My Comical Insolence: poor Alan Moore. This Dark Knight promises well, thanks to the characters and atmosphere finally (a little bit) unhealthy of Nolan's Bat II. Echoes of Miller's Eighties? Anyway, I really hated the previous one, inconsistent and lacking depth precisely because it aimed to be an auteur comic book film at all costs. Perhaps this Nolan vs Batman II is just hampered by its excessive length (there's always a tendency to burn too much meat on the fire lately). Ledger was a talent, his Joker recalls the desperate madness of Francis Bacon, but Burton's Bat just can't be beaten. Even if more comic-surreal, evanescent from everyday reality, yet gothic/expressionist as it should be. Dark greetings.

And let's not forget the social weight of "What Is Love" by the singer/dancer Haddaway, a sneaky mouse in the library of the Nineties: the grùngi is just a cliché (I prefer Ferragosto to Cache).

Damn, this Pinco Palla & dragQueen page with over 500 contacts; mine on the Fiery Furnaces barely gets 350 + 8 miserable comments.. Not worth a damn eh, but really a majestic piece of shit from Africa, porcaputténa! Then we shouldn't complain that on DeB the same sticky drivel is always reviewed. Saludos. In the Seventies They Were All Burned for Considering Mercury & Co. Great Artists, Percy.

Very good, now my nick is even more MACHO.

I had told Brian Capelloriccio, that rainy day in Downing Street: but he did nothing, he was processing the others and denying the evidence of the shit that was starting to pile up and stink like hell.
More stubborn than my bobtail King Kerry before the shampoo, Christ! (For more information The Fiery Furnaces: Widow City, caleidoscopio sonoro audace But I'm sure it was all the fault of the recycled blonde viper Roger Taylor. In fact, he couldn't stand that in a strange moment Brian Capelloriccio confided in me, with familiarity & savoir-faire. He was jealous: because he only cared about the vile money! Todos a far benza alla Tamoil, come on.. Saludos Glam Hard Rruock, massive and unforgettable.