mien_mo_man

Stepping away from the useless things that plague the planet DeBaser, I would still like to tell you this: reading you makes me feel like you’re a bit tired... Have I gone crazy? And even if I had, not everyone is always at their best, including myself. But I mean: once, while remaining skillfully technical and accessible at the same time, it seemed you internalized more. That is, you managed to put your readers in your own perspective and then made them judge by what could be seen from there... Or at least that was the impression I had. I liked that, and I enjoy changing points of view, finding myself in front of something "internalized," personalized, filtered, etc... I tend to filter a lot myself, I make grand statements, and sometimes in the logical flow of the discussion, the music and the album become almost marginal aspects, so I might be biased (in favor of "internalization"). It seems to me that you've detached from that writing style that had the "aftertaste" of digested thoughts... I wanted to review them after the Last Goodnight, giving them a 2.

No, your review isn't crappy.

pen-

I agree with Francescobus. And anyway, I don't mind the arena. Of course, it has nothing to do with the things that came before, but the arena has had its masterpieces too. This album is passable. I take this opportunity to apologize to you, Vellutogrigio, for not having read many of your recent reviews, but I plan to make up for it soon with the most typical of solutions: a healthy and robust full immersion.

Alessio, don’t let yourself be fooled by the Christian Democratic crap and by certain “intelligent fatalisms.” Forget about the posh sleazebags. Remember when the right and left came together to fight against this Christian Democratic garbage that keeps coming back, remember. Abandon the seventy-year-olds who have enjoyed themselves, forget about the sly De Crescenzos and the faux-rebellious Biscardi. They are the appendage of the evils they themselves tell you to fight, interpret, or simply understand and share. Sweep them away like dust. March, don’t rot!

Thank you for taking the matter to heart, and I indeed believe it’s an excellent way to interpret things. However, allow me to say that I’m a bit tired of having to fight against time, that I’m fed up with scoring goals in the dying moments, that I can no longer manage being the outsider who thinks, "if only I had known her earlier," and so on. I just can’t handle these things anymore, and perhaps I don’t even have the patience for them. Naturally, I believe I would be perfect for her, in terms of content and ways of being, my approach, my actions, my look, my originality, my depth of soul, and also for the loyalty with which I live my relationships. But first, she, who may be beautiful and capable but is still a girl from the south and therefore certainly doesn’t shine for her courage, must have the guts to let that guy go, immediately, soon, or one day or another. And this awareness makes me feel like I’m a shaken horse. This obstacle is not giving me peace.

Still, the story with that other guy is still a sort of immature flirtation, obviously with chances to develop in the future. At least, that's what I learned this morning from reliable sources with a successful track record in the past. My discomfort in being second, third, or whatever on the list is the discomfort of someone who knows that, to please someone, they have to root against someone else or make unnatural efforts, perhaps even out of time and/or too romantically late. Never once, damn it, that I know her, the beautiful girl of the moment, am I at the top of the list. But maybe it’s a territory issue: in my area, a girl like her, with her impressive diploma hanging on the wall, always has choices, and she’s never without a suitor: when a relationship ends, it’s a constant casting call for a new “leading actor,” and on the other hand, the requests to "audition" from the guys don’t lack, quite the opposite, around here a beautiful girl doesn’t even make it out the door before finding them waiting at her doorstep. And she, who isn’t stupid, takes advantage of this: who knows, she might actually find the right one, just the way she likes, in every aspect. The problem is that before I can express myself not as a friend/acquaintance/"candidate," I have to present myself as a "valid alternative," in the sense that I would only be considered if things don’t go well with that other guy.

If the choice is between a cold shit and a lukewarm shit, as Beppe Grillo would say, then I choose the lukewarm shit, meaning having a relationship with someone who doesn't understand a damn thing but at least respects me (and lets me get laid) and, despite all the limitations, loves me. Obviously, though, we all want everything from life, right!

he's still out of town, and I was also thinking something like just to hook up and then tell her to fuck off, but I want to see how it evolves, at least for the pleasure of twisting my guts a little bit more