Valeriorivoli

Listen, handsome from home, aside from the fact that the nickname is the mirror of the soul, so I AM like this, NAKED AND RAW, while you with your nickname as the anointed of the Lord or chosen by Jehovah smell of milk and annoy me even before you touch the keyboard; second, my hyperbolic responses are a reaction to others' provocations, and about the fact that "I've heard the songs on the site, I swear they don't attract me at all, I find them a bit banal, or at least not up to the level of the artist you claim to be" I have no pretensions of pleasing you, if I had to make music for free for you or for the sound aquarium of the internet, trying to please many in the hope of getting a contract with a major, well, I’d be in for a surprise, or sitting here to advertise myself—for what, then? What do I gain? The primary musical pretension is to please myself... then many people who preach should pick up a guitar before they speak. Or shove it soundly up your ass and start singing with the choir of the chosen ones. You see, oh foolish scholar of '87, how it degenerates when you start from intellectual dishonesty and crass and gratuitous ignorance. BUT WHO CALLED YOU? WHO THE HELL KNOWS YOU? AND I’LL GIVE YOU an nth lesson: I personally knew the arranger of Candy Candy, an English immigrant here in the 60s, a great musician, I was a snack buddy of his kids, he did the arrangements for Berté's “E La Luna Bussò” and for Celentano. I can afford to be a show-off, you can't, idiot.

Gialappa, you deserve the usual catchphrase: you are among that million monkeys working twenty-four hours a day on a million typewriters. And they manage, if not to write Shakespeare, at least to formulate some coherent sentences.

antipirla, you deserve the usual refrain: you are among that million monkeys working twenty-four hours a day at a million typewriters. And they manage, if not to write Shakespeare, at least to formulate a few coherent sentences.

always been a bitch... 4 stars is too much, 3 stars at best for Matia Bazar can work

and you anti-pick deserve the usual refrain: GIALAPPONE you are among that million monkeys working twenty-four hours a day on a million typewriters, and they manage, if not to write Shakespeare, at least to formulate some meaningful sentences.

tacci vs, my songs and my videos on www.myspace.com/valeriorivoli2 for free are already hits, pieces of shit, fabulous videos despite the low budget, beautiful guitars, a terrifying voice, lyrics stuffed with various and spoiled nonsense, I LOVE MYSELF and your two-bit criticisms don't touch me.
I’ve bled for music, you haven't done anything... NOTHING, you’re bloodless. So go fuck yourselves, because even with those nicknames you make me sick. May the gialappasfrocia haunt you...

Yes, I have also realized that I might be a bit out of my mind rereading them with a cool head.

Have you seen Manliu? I don’t know what’s so bad… because I saw Pfm, Valè, but I couldn’t talk to anyone.--can’t the purists see her?

wonderful review, on this great film considered by many to be whitewashed tombs of criticism as one of the ten movies of the century. Vivien Leigh and Clark Gable are honest, it's the plot that is surreal, and those backgrounds, my goodness, it's all really fake. It has a perverse charm and is the progenitor of telenovelas, due to its length and the psychological implausibility of the characters. Anyway, it's worth watching at least once in your lifetime.
it's mirrored in 8 1/2, the opposite psychoanalytic epic spanning 5 or 6 acts that also resides in the pantheon.

A horse ...stays still like me. A masterpiece of the Italian avant-garde. Di Cioccio is also a nice frontman, charming, I met him in person backstage at a concert in Lazio.. After I gave him a demo...he asked me what kind of music it is? I said, well, new wave...and he replied, italian roman new wave! And I said, um, well, yes. What a shame. Then..how was the tour in America, Franz...and he, with a mystical air...America is scary. What could he have meant, the kilometers of coke he snorts?