Valeriorivoli

ENCYCLOPEDIA N.1 DE LABORE COGLIONIS. ahhhhhh how beautiful uncle Andy, I've reached my 15 minutes of fame... so, amidst all this chaos, I still see that numbers are power, so few admire my review, and many, not understanding two notes of music, attack me for free if I break some sacred cow-type radiocapoccia AND GO DIGGING through the web like real inquisitors. YOU HAVE TO DO THINGS IN ORDER TO BE ABLE TO SPEAK LATER.
As for my appearance on musiczoo allmusic, it's really old stuff I wrote many years ago, for a DEMENTED PROGRAM, so it's intentional, not serious, but not even this is understandable, BUT YOU'RE JUST ENCEPHALITIC FRACICHI!!!
And it circulates on youtube, but I didn't put it online; it was my dear friend Andrea Saolini, a guitarist and director. Anyway, in their being tributary to a sound like the beachboys or rollingstones or V.ROSSI, I see nothing so infamous or to be ashamed of, considering I even hooked up with one of the dancers in the privé-ehehe, even those I know how to throw away?
Anyway, I wouldn't have put it on youtube because they are the first things I did. Regarding the videos on myspace - which are excellent for being very low budget - and the other 2 songs, I believe they are great songs, which I OFFER FOR FREE, or spoiled pieces of shit... you, crio, are a poor fool, the usual parvenu who has never picked up a guitar or written two rhymes, doesn't know what he's talking about, listens to the trendy records, without self-irony, and gets angry if his sacred cows of radiocapoccia are touched: shit, writing a piece like “the face of the moon” with those string quartets would take you 2,000 years, provided you don't dislike the lyrics, and moreover, I recorded the song from the Italian frank zappa, sandroliva.com, who toured with the mothers of invention replacing the late zappa, let's talk about zappa, not radiocapoccia... he has always complimented me on my songs, this one in particular reminds him of his beloved bitors.
But why should I justify myself to certain beings... JudgeWoodcock | censor this shit that in your pompous nick reveals your mental stinginess of someone who only knows how to criticize and has never done anything musically... If I had to write a sociology thesis from the flood that emerged on debaser as soon as someone dares to criticize honestly - the pop divas and divos shoot arrows and vituperations never seen before at me.. and the saddest thing is the expressive and cultural poverty of those who do it. And don't think that I get angry about these things like the late happypippo - who at least had a big brain - I AM ALIVE, I fuck the dancers from allmusic AND I GIVE SOMETHING FOR MY MUSE, here’s even a rhyme, you are bloodless, you are lifeless, pale judging shadows...

here, I mean to say that you hear totisque I have no totem to incense... the radiocapoccia don't feed me and their songs bore me, what can I do... if I hear Carosone when he sings "Tu vuò fa l'Americano" I think of this bunch of stupid fake native speakers who worship these nanohead dik Oxford and maybe they take the dictionary to understand the hidden meaning of the latest fantastic record... but go fuck yourself reading Dante and Petrarca, convert before the end...
for Christ's sake why don’t you like my guitars? Welcome to the new Myspace!

telespalla thank you very grazie. per crio but I don't understand, and yet I'm as clear as the sun: bowie has that voice in particular on the album theman... throughout the whole album, this in particular is not because everyone says it, but it's evident.

nicchegoste your childish intellectual dishonesty typical of someone who has no arguments of decent stature and hunkers down in a dialectic of not just coarse but miserable grain—like playing with meanings and signifiers pretending to be the Indian or the Neapolitan in Milan who doesn’t understand is amusing, you know? it has a raw and scholastic quality that reminds me of Gialappa, I’m starting to think it’s a fake of yours... however, don’t play too much at being a fool or you’ll end up shitting yourself, set yourself on fire with your own fart, as the poet said, I mean you, gourmeur of flatulence... if you think I’m too hermetic for your brains don’t worry, don’t unnecessarily strain to try to write little thoughts on the debaser notebook, rather get past the anal phase where you always end up in your epilogues, evidently either you’re stuck in your school adolescent period, like a Pierino movie, or you suffer from colon issues if all your intellectual verve dissipates in the lower abdomen. but have you understood? we need to take Plato’s Republic and see which class you belong to if your needs always turn to the low? maybe your illiteracy comes to life better with Radiohead’s lyrics? with the barbarisms of elementary school children? can you type a complete sentence that expresses your intellect to show off? mah....listen to yourself again and replay Pierino: throwing javelins and lexical miracles.

EPITAPH: no one better than them knew how to photocopy others' songs with that asshole banking spirit that drove them.
a prayer
the debaserians posed
the Portuguese, masters of free pappamo, are crying -
the unpaid SIAE rights to the legitimate heirs of the plagiarized songs wait and grow...
goodbye 22-10-2007

oh good job direction, the Radiohead that is the art of cooking up nothing, passing it off as hermetic pompous intellectual nonsense, when in reality it’s just poppy. But be careful because the infallible niccheghoste has said that the fluorescent jerk is destined to grow—be careful to have a toilet at hand, in case it grows too much.

and then the fluorescent jerk of this fake minimalist cover is the glyph of these little jerks

errata corrige: reminiscential

blackdog, dreamwarrior, thank you for all your friendship... for the others, whoever doesn’t drink with me may be struck by plague. nicchegoste, you know how I like you more and more... I CUGINI DI CAMPAGNA are not geniuses, my review was gladiatorial and reminiscent, but the malice I’ve seen against them still upsets me. niccheghoste, inflamed by just one of your confetti outings, and you’ll see that if those nanogay from Oxford make a arranged pop piece for fourths, or fifths, or augmented to show off, you must be there because it’s pop, just as my soul is dignified, sung by half the world - covered by ABBA - and refined in its melodic quality, just as it is a catchy tune inspired by My Way by Anka, Life on Mars by Bowie, which is overly sentimental... and then - Paul Manners, a fine guitarist, you know? - who has NOTHING to envy from the semi-falsetto camp of Yorke, you know?

Yes, I prefer DOLLY Parton instead of these little freaks... I don't have an iPod, I'm not yet into the "sound aquarium" as Umberto Eco would say—I have 2 super psychedelic jukeboxes.
I wish they had cloned the cow DOLLY instead of the sheep.
IF THERE'S A DOLLY PARTON CLONE, CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY...