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For those who wish, my new album, Dammi un'altra notte, is also being released on vinyl - got it anal-logue, you should know what I mean, if you want, I can send you a copy.
Hello, big shots!

Even Robert Fripp has declined, one of the few guitar geniuses who said something new: hence the axiom: you are walking turds with senile measles, and dry-ball mumps, ugly rags and scruffy politicized ticks, caviar communists with sterile arrogance. First of all, my website is not updated and I've made that clear; if I worked with Sandro Oliva who played with Zappa—who enjoyed distorting surf music and similar stuff—don't bullshit me, I know what I'm talking about: you listen to Area and your friends do too; I never said the incompetent, just the autistic little political wannabes. I have nothing against prog, even if here you’ve taken down PFM, from which it’s clear that musically you’re a priori off-kilter, lazy scoundrels with a preconceived twisted outlook: get an endoscopy for your ears because the mumps have fused them together with your rectum.
As for the bloody little singer of a Sunday beach in mid-August, I find it amusing as a definition; in fact, I’ve even strummed in Piazza Navona, it's a great training ground—I've even sold CDs and vinyls at the beach to fund my recording studio—am I a beach freak? That’s why I reviewed mANIGLIA, and for this the country cousins; it was the sociological aspect that interested me more than the musical one... but you, no, you had parents who listened to Claudio Villa, you went to parties giving away Boney M records, and now you act like precious damsels: but get the hell out of here, you Genesis losers: I’d rather listen to "Fly Robin Fly" than Area. My reviews are historical. And regarding my songs—those are just a part of my production—and meanwhile, with my lousy songs—I never claimed they were pure gold—they still occasionally pay me SIAE royalties in your face.

Rita Pavone is still waiting for the Floyd to invite her as a guest star for a cameo on an album: Carlo Verdone solemnly declared: David Gilmour proposed a swinging arrangement to me, I declined but now I regret it. Waters is still full of guilt for having kicked Syd out, he hasn’t gotten over it. COMMUNICATION from Pink Floyd Ltd to the members:
WELL DONE, HAVE YOU PAID THIS MONTH'S ROYALTIES TO WATERS-GILMOUR? THEY HAVE THE PROPERTY TAX ON THE VILLA IN THE CARIBBEAN THAT IS DUE SOON. PLUS, THE WIVES NEED TO GO SHOPPING IN ROME, SHALL WE HAVE A COLLECTION FOR THEM?

WELL DONE, YOU IDIOTS, HAVE YOU PAID THIS MONTH'S ROYALTIES TO WATERS-GILMOUR? THEY HAVE THE PROPERTY TAX ON THE VILLA IN THE CARIBBEAN DUE SOON. THEN THE WIVES NEED TO GO SHOPPING IN ROME, SHALL WE DO A COLLECTION?

WELL DONE, HAVE YOU PAID THIS MONTH'S ROYALTIES TO WATERS-GILMOUR? THEY HAVE THE PROPERTY TAX FOR THE VILLA IN THE CARIBBEAN THAT'S DUE SOON. PLUS, THE WIVES NEED TO COME SHOPPING IN ROME; SHOULD WE DO A COLLECTION FOR THEM?

WELL DONE, HAVE YOU PAID THIS MONTH'S ROYALTIES TO WATERS-GILMOUR? THEY HAVE THE PROPERTY TAX FOR THE VILLA IN THE CARIBBEAN THAT'S DUE SOON. PLUS, THE WIVES NEED TO COME SHOPPING IN ROME; SHOULD WE DO A COLLECTION FOR THEM?

WELL DONE, HAVE YOU PAID THIS MONTH'S ROYALTIES TO WATERS-GILMOUR? THEY HAVE THE PROPERTY TAX FOR THE VILLA IN THE CARIBBEAN THAT'S DUE SOON. PLUS, THE WIVES NEED TO COME SHOPPING IN ROME; SHOULD WE DO A COLLECTION FOR THEM?

Blackmore, I’ll be serious: there have been significant artists in every field of popular music, not just English or American ones; let me give you an example: Maestro Morricone, who works for film, has created timeless pieces without lyrics and is nonetheless music for mass art, cinema. Now, I say "Dark Side" has not been fundamental to the history of popular music; it’s more of a mass icon. The lyrics cannot be separated from pop music, which is meant both for attentive listening and to be sung in the shower—take "Money" on this album as an example. If this album, like "Sgt. Pepper," is considered fundamental, then what do we make of the first King Crimson album? How I’ve touched these two monoliths, oh my! But Waters' lyrics are something shameful and unjustifiable for young people; I find them bifid, they need to be downsized and cannot, I repeat, cannot be separated from the music, given the poetic ambitions attributed to them.