Valeriorivoli

Dear Massimo F., I apologize, but I didn't think my gladiatorial poses would offend your dog-like sensitivity. I swear they stem from an anti-Americanism that isn't gratuitous and doesn't embrace all of U.S. history, but starts from a certain period onward. If history repeats itself, after Vietnam, Iraq, a foreign policy that is nothing short of dirty—see the arms sales to all the friends who, armed to the teeth, then become enemies, the barking at the moon of Mr. Bruce, his horribilis song, may not artsy please me; after all, the U.S. will never change, their demo-crazy is precisely born from beings elected by the majority, who nonetheless take care of that majority's business. Go tell Springsteen that their democracy, skewed from birth, is a congeries of lobbies and mafias; those like him will never depart from the fact that the average American human is flawed, their corrupt government system should return to a primordial form, and their prophets or bards with hefty bank accounts won't change history nor wash dirty laundry away for three minutes of song. I translate: YOU'VE BROKEN THE BALLS with saving this guy or justifying that one; it's the entire American system, hungry for gold and starving peoples, that must be attacked at the root. Even their bards, who always have to sell you something, must ultimately prioritize that Yankee pride with world tours, and people like Springsteen can criticize on the surface but wallow in their bank accounts and in a system that oozes blood... none of these little people seem to act like missionaries or devote themselves.

Nino D'Angelo is more genuine; it's shameful to review such polished, glossy and sugar-coated obscenities. They are endorsed by Vendola, as we know.

Welcome back, Bruce... you were born dead and you didn't even notice.

a sensitivity all its own, however: how from brushes can one arrive at smiles and songs

record label puppets, all fake and manufactured, the baroque flourishes of the singer are irritating: not even Vandelli on September 29th dared such a thing. even plagiarists

On one hand, I’m on board with the review, but inflated votes? No way, a vote is a vote for god's sake! And more than irony, it oozes wanking over the posters of the beautiful Kate.

VETE BROKEN THE FUCK: 3 ALBUM by Dylan all together is too much... you can't resurrect a dead man every day, a sign of a deep understanding of Dylan's music and art, who has been breaking balls for 50 years: he is an icon and should stay in the museum.

however...there's a smell of necrophilia here

shifty character, filthy, musically Christmas-like, the keyboards of a friend and the unforgettable sky, a performer of frociosavonarolian-prophetic preachings... in front of the public, then behind... kids galore

and has a sensitivity all its own, though it's a bit of a hassle