alessioIRIDE

things that you didn't understand. Tschuss

well done... go for it.

the fact that some Mr. X comes to complain about my dyslexia, which is nothing but piss on the canvas, just like the boy in "Teorema," and that this Mr. X coincidentally makes no comment on the film, makes it so that I, a non-empirical but cynical person, find the equation valid. on debaser you little gentlemen come to post the bullshit you’ve been spoon-fed, talking about what you’re told, not what you see. In the film, Ninetto Davoli, tasked with communicating to Ugo Tognazzi that the boy has been eaten by pigs, is an Italian farmer who immigrated to Germany and knows nothing of German, speaking haltingly. Humanity, the healthy kind, is represented by Pasolini in this film, as in all his other films, in all his essays or novels, in those who lack the means to speak appropriately, in those who have never had the chance to be heard. The review is a tribute to Pasolini, to me, to various Ninetto and Franco Citti. Now that the mystery is revealed, rest assured that I always do whatever the hell I want. The unaccented 'se'—I mention this so as not to overly disturb your instincts as a teacher intent on failing someone— is a tribute to my non-personality just as when I write 'I.' That said, I leave you with your Paso, which isn’t the real one but merely a product of your culture, of your compulsion to be beautiful, which would have responded to your "Fail" like this: "Teachers are made to be eaten" ...I add, in every sense. Now try not to screw things up and go talk about art in your shitty faculties, you fucking Tartre.

"Talking about art," then, is an expression that makes Pasolini not only turn in his grave but quite literally vomit with disgust, even though he's dead.

Failed? But I never even registered for school, so how can I be failed?

my opinion: 1) 1000 Hurts; 2) At Action Park; 3) The Futurist; 4) Exellent Italian Greyhound; 5) Terraform.

I agree with Fede. There’s a lack of a sense of belonging to something or of being present. The national-popular... MySpace, then, is exactly what was missing for the fluff to become completely sovereign. Once, people made a fuss to play, to make themselves seen and heard. Millions of phone calls, handshakes... now you just post your bullshit and you exist. You send a couple of messages and you talk. In short, the sense of what playing should be is lost even more. It has become an aesthetic thing and not an aestheticizing one. Maybe for some it can be a virtue, but that someone will definitely be someone who only listens to music. The problem, as Psycho said somewhere, is that this fluff comes into your home en masse and this is because the industry has failed. Recording music costs nothing, putting it online costs nothing, labels, from majors to indies, have no intention of risking anything worthwhile, but only of repeating the same stereotypes that have been in vogue for two thousand years, 3 million bands and facts, and one cannot orient oneself. Here, a lot of things come, but they are all faded, dull, indefinite. There are a lot of good bands that will never be heard because no one has the time and money for them, but unfortunately that’s how it goes and I believe it will always be this way since in another 5 or 6 years the industry will be definitively extinct.

A greeting to everyone. Go find this record (a 7-inch) because there are a couple of circus numbers that are pretty good. It slays, you're right. No one smiles anymore... I was thinking the same: I'm becoming pedantic. The wheel turns and we always end up on the same keys... the situation is bleeding me, there's no relief for a person like me. Night.

In my opinion, there won't be anything left at all. For example, my favorite record of this '08 is by the Melvins, which means it's by people who started 25 years ago, and I believe this is a sign of the times we live in... then there's no trend. There’s no "grunge," there’s no hardcore or indie or any scene flourishing, and I think this is the effect of the hyper frenetic and hyper individualistic world we live in. Sure, it could be a positive individualism because it raises heterogeneity and increases stimuli, but deep down we know it doesn't work that way. In short, psycho, I agree with you, but you are too harsh. Too much of a sadistic professor, the kind that gives you a 2 with a smile :) bye.

If it comes from a fifty-year-old bald and overweight man who votes for Berlusconi, who uses a female nickname and talks about himself in the feminine, I can’t help but crown your maxim with a PRRRRROOOOOOOTTTTTT!