alessioIRIDE

yes, it's me ;) actually, I chose a very didactic nickname.

tell me tell me

you're obsessed with Lynch... and how can I blame you? favorite? I mean, what's your favorite work of Lynch?

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Yes, but the double is one of the most beautiful things ever appeared on debaser.

oh, don't touch my creedence.

Perhaps I didn't express myself well: at 15, you can listen to whatever you want. It's only fair, and it's perfectly fine to do what you want and to tell me to screw off if you don't agree with what I say. What I meant is that racing to listen is nonsense because it deprives you of the beauty of anticipation. Things come in sequence, in my opinion. Some records take years to digest, and honestly, I really don't believe that the new generations can shorten the ritual to three listens. Oh, of course, I don't have the Bible in my pocket and it's just my opinion, but in doing so, you act as if you are in school: cramming everything into the last three weeks. The only difference is that school isn't a pleasure, while music is all about the joy you experience in listening to it, and this pleasure has to be built over time, through repeated listens. Then I wonder—though I can't judge on this because it's an internal matter—how you can build love for certain records that stay in the stereo for years on end, with just a few listens at a time. When in ten years you think back to your adolescence, what will you be connected to? Twelve thousand bands? I don't know, I see it as something unnatural. Maybe I'm wrong, but I feel lucky to have my records, my rhythms, and my obsessions.

What is necessary for democracy is blind faith in the capabilities of man. These capabilities are sorely lacking. I'm sorry. I consider equal a sixteen-year-old who listens to all the kraut because some know-it-all has decreed (let's say Scaruffi) to a sixteen-year-old who listens to Madonna because it’s MTV and the major labels have proclaimed it with a fistful of dollars. There’s always someone who pronounces judgments from the height of their pedestal. If one goes to the Tate Modern and stops in front of Fontana's slashes, they either leave disappointed, because it’s incomprehensible, or they are fascinated. To be fascinated, a whole culture is needed, built over time, not a quick read of a pamphlet while riding the escalator. The same goes for music. It takes years, money, and effort to understand, and this rush they’re in doesn’t help them understand a damn thing, and the concrete proof is the reviews that come up on Debaser, filled with millions of errors in details that only time can solidify and a sort of superficial knowledge that really gets on my nerves. For God's sake, are you sixteen? Roll some joints, whistle at girls, and listen to Lust For Life, which is music suitable for your position in the world (and not because Iggy has less value, quite the opposite. But because Lust For Life represents adolescence). That suitable music will be the framework for the "serious" music you will be able to understand. I bet my balls that in 10 years there will be millions of Scaruffis (let's hope the world explodes before that happens) with their ratings and ridiculous lists as if they were going grocery shopping at Coop.

Psycho, I’ve been thinking about leaving the same comment for at least two days, but I didn’t because I got tired of being a pain in the ass. I remember when I was 13 and to buy records I relied on the atlanti giunti. They would tell me this is five, and I would go check it out. Often it took years to find a record, and sometimes you would lose an entire year just listening to one album. To be honest, it strikes me as strange this bulimia, which is nothing more than the usual torture inflicted on us by consumer society. Really, this thing that everyone can listen to everything and then judge it after three listens drives me absolutely crazy, and especially bothers me that in the race for information, to fill pages and pages with names and listen to them (not truly listen to them) in less than a month when someone has invested ten years in this, those people will never have a personal music experience. They will never listen out of love but only out of a thirst for knowledge, but knowledge of what, exactly? Music is a pleasure. If you approach it like a school assignment, you haven’t understood a thing. I consider myself lucky. I started listening to "serious" music when I was very young and only out of passion, without suitable relatives, friends, or cousins. I taught myself in this and today I can still listen to a single album for an entire month. In short, this bulimia is like buying crap advertised on TV; the further you go, the more we all become the same, as de Tocqueville would say. I'm not against downloading. I'm against those who treat the stuff they download like a homework assignment, and especially against those who listen to 10 different albums in a day for the first time and then come to write their stupid reviews, and you can tell with absolute certainty that they haven’t understood a thing. The review might be good, but I don’t even know who they are. For now, I don’t care, maybe in ten years.

And how do we explain this? "We should really close the world for two or three generations at least if there were no more lies to tell. There would be almost nothing left to say."