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Lux, are you going to the Circolo degli Artisti on June 5th?

questionable production????????? are you kidding? did you really say questionable production? no, I can't believe it. anyway, after a year of listening, two concerts attended, I say there is no rating for this album and if you really do it, it digs into your soul. nothing like this has ever been heard... so then, music maestro, MUSIC.

no, I’m not losing it. On the contrary, I completely agree. For J Mascis, it’s a POPPETTARO, and music without melody, at a certain point, annoys me. PROUD TO BE POPPETTARO

I don't know if the review is gold quality or shit like sea urchins. I'm waiting for someone to enlighten me. The really sad thing is that this film, where a 40-year-old dude sleeps with a 17-year-old airhead like so many others, has been portrayed as something positive, and Moccia is down there on TV talking about a love story with a capital L. Do we realize this? One is 40, the other is 17... is it a bit pedophilic? Is it a bit illegal? It’s also pretty immoral. Not to make comparisons, but they gave Pasolini a hard time for much less, Lolita in America... and we're talking about Lolita... Kubrick, Nabokov... it was censored. Sure, Moccia isn't Kubrick; shit and chocolate may be the same color but have different tastes, a banana is good and a dick hurts, but why watch and allow the viewing of such bullshit (immoral and preaching illegal behavior) to those little bastards who spend all their time filming themselves while beating someone up? Because this is the bread for those who have no teeth. The homogenized food for so many lobotomized young folks, those young people that Pasolini would have called "the stillborn" and would do such good if they just got the hell out of the way since the world is already too crowded!

that noise-rock was getting a bit boring, but purpulan's comment opens the door... I'll look them up. but what a drag the term noise-rock is. don't you think?

Mauro, emphasizing the Camorra was just an emphasis. It was just a background detail and totally meaningless :) As a good apolitical Neapolitan, though, I tell you that the state and the Camorra are two different faces of the same coin, and I really couldn’t tell you where the state ends and the Camorra begins. In fact, I would say they never truly end. ;)

Mauro, excuse me, where did you read that I am proud? Before being Neapolitan, I am a Marxist: for me, borders don’t exist. I only said that this film vividly captures reality. A reality that, for someone who isn’t Neapolitan, can hardly seem truthful. The average Neapolitan doesn’t appeal to me; for heaven's sake, who has ever said the opposite? Berlusconi is the mirror of Italy, of Lombardy, of that Lombardy that wrote on my folder in third grade, “Maradona, go back home.” To me, who doesn’t even have a Neapolitan accent and has always been alien to the city’s reality. I don’t want to generalize, but I prefer my scars over those of many “terroni” who pretend to speak Lombard... I prefer Naples, its Camorra, its populism that has welcomed many children of war born with dark skin over the industrious little ants that scream all day “this is mine, this is mine.” Anyway, let’s put the Pianura issue to rest: the landfill is under judicial seizure and it won’t happen because, coincidentally, with the help of the Camorra, some “polentone” from the north—right in the face of my peers who died of cancer in five months—came to dump so many chemicals that in the north they would have paid much more for. Someone said let he who is without sin cast the first stone, but I think someone knocked him off with a stone. That said, I add that there are no longer any mid-seasons and that Black people, besides having long... have rhythm in their blood.

supersoul, please correct me if I have misunderstood your thoughts

Here: Supersoul has really managed to say everything in a very understandable way. It's not that on Sundays we go to lay flowers on Merola's grave or that his existence makes us proud. Let’s be clear: they are just scars. Today, going up with the funicular, I was seeing all these historic buildings, inhabited, somehow standing thanks to some miracle. Now they are even building illegal balconies, and I can already imagine them, once the buildings collapse, crying in front of the cameras of the 8 PM news. That's who we are, and it's hard to explain the Neapolitan reality to someone who is alien to it. Even if you hate it, like I do, in the end, it stays inside you. Naples is a bit like a bad mother: she doesn't give you any chances, treats you poorly, but in the end, a mother, whether good or bad, is still a mother. The merit (someone will shudder at hearing this word related to Merola) of these little films is their clear depiction of a society, the Neapolitan one, which remains incomprehensible to ordinary mortals. The only one who came close to understanding it is Pier Paolo Pasolini with the essay he wrote as an editorial for Corriere della Sera in '75 (which, by the way, remains unfinished) and contained in the Lettres Luteranes, called Gennariello. Mario Merola is to Naples what Berlusconi is to Milan, and I’ve lived in Milan, and between Merola and Berlusconi, I'm proud of my scars!

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