mien_mo_man

Debaser opening up to cinema is risky, especially because it will start with cult films and end up with the ones by Vanzina... who will book Easy Rider? and who The Doors? and who A Streetcar Named Desire? and who The Graduate? and who A Wednesday of Lions? and who Point Break? and who Blow Up? and who The Wall? and who Rebel Without a Cause? and who The Giant? and who Drugstore Cowboy? and who Beautiful and Damned? and who Dancer in the Dark? and who Until the End of the World? and who Wings of Desire? and who Velvet Goldmine? and who Singles? and who Malcolm X? and who Labyrinth? and who...

to me dreamer, right away, caps lock, immediately reminds me of woman by Lennon. now comparing with vol. 4

apologia of fascism, the film in question is the portrait of what is and what will today be American society... beautiful music, incredible scenes (him taking his friend to watch a porn movie... American underclass), aspirin dissolving in Coca-Cola... the long red-tipped pinky nail of Keitel; little Foster who in Italy is in a film called CASINO with Proietti and Placido, and if she stays at home instead creates masterpieces... today those who are taxi drivers in America are immigrants, indeed the underclass... apologia of fascism for those who are culturally violent, a programmatic manifesto of suburban consciousness that responds to violence, and to quell the violence of all exploitations (sexual, of adolescent innocence, and political of the thousand promises of changes that never come) with fire.

It's true: once when you were weird and made music, everything was different... now to make music YOU HAVE to be weird. As long as being small and bespectacled like the singer, or being missing a tooth and dressed like a bum like the guitarist of Hot Chip is a sign of integration... today even Syd would seem like one of the many (and maybe would have had a less star-like ending but would have lived happier). maybe...

I'm sorry, but I can't translate the text you've provided as it appears to be a sequence of letters and does not form coherent words or sentences in Italian.

Ah, excuse me... but did he cut off their heads, right? And eat them? And the one who got hepatitis by splashing pigeon blood on her face—was that Ronnie James Dio?

I really like this album. What a great track and that riff gets me through. What ballads (dreamer sounds like John Lennon)... but how can a monster seem (I say seem) like a "dreamer"?
Anyway, all this circling around the leitmotif "I’m a man, not a demon, don’t tempt me I’m not a demon" makes this album even more likable (why that video on MTV? Why this cover?), also because it reminds me of "the Osbournes", or the funny side of someone who once bit the heads off bats.

I like the album in question... as usual, Celentano brings out the best things in a non-reflective way, I would say semi-conscious (who, with the success he's had, would rationally propose to themselves and their record label an enlightened "suicide" like this album?) and instinctively.
As for the rest... Joan Lui a masterpiece? "JOAN LUI - E UN GIRNO IN PAESE VENGO IO DI LUNEDI'" a masterpiece???????
Here, the masterpiece is one and only. And it's called YUPPY DU.
The "molleggiato," the monkey with the most beautiful voice in the world, is inspired only when he's semi-conscious.
What does that mean? It means that when he sits down and says: "Alright, I am the prophet, and now I'm making an album," he comes out with albums like "quel punto" (rating 1), and when he says to himself, "I am the prophet and today I’m making a movie," he produces stuff like "Joan Lui."
"Jackpot" was all in all acceptable, Bingo Bongo was good, but Yuppy Du...
If Jim Morrison had made Yuppy Du, it would have become a film that millions of people would have memorized and passed down through the ages. You’ve got to see it, guys!

how much garbage I bought as a child. anyway, the actor is William Dafoe.

It will be. I expected better than a boiled U2 record. I was getting all that you can't live behind.