Valeriorivoli

peace and love man! gimme5

many enemies ...
it takes two to know

Let's return to moderate tones; after all, I don't dislike you, in fact, it's good that someone tells you to your face what they think, and that deserves respect. I have a better character than it may seem... and I'm not closed off in my turris eburnea, don't believe that. It's just that, honestly, I didn't expect such a bombardment with dark side and sgt pepper. I mean, it wasn't something I prepared artfully; I wrote what I thought, but then they threw everything at me, and so I took an aggressive stance. If I overreacted, I beg your pardon.

They picked some practically unknown groups, brogues and electric prunes, who were doing quite different covers at that time... anyway, if they had had more time and less historical delay due to the record labels, the Corvi, who definitely had a certain peculiar sound, I mean they knew how to play what they were selling, would have produced at least one successful hit—most of the bands back then, except for a few big names, were meant for 45s. Every record label had songwriters in their roster, it’s common knowledge, who had to make a living off the SIAE rights, even if you had written the song yourself. I don’t see anything scandalous in this. The Beatles or the Stones started their careers with countless covers, and for the former, "Twist and Shout" was their mainstay up until their last live performance; and we talk about the Beatles, not pizza and figs.

Come on Andy wharola, go ahead and paint the Cirio and get in there so Prodi can resell you as artist shit-manzotin-

well yes, I'm Gianni Drudi, fiki fikki is trash, obladi oblada is pure metaphysics... let's not talk about when I'm 64, there you find the last gasps of hermeticism, a pop arcadia in short.
you are a herd of deflated hippies and slackers.
AND ON THIS FEATHERED AND UNHEALTHY FLOCK MY ANATHEMA RAGES POWERFULLY, ANATHEMA ON YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

ugly intellectual perverted junkies for sale, how can you judge, for the hair that we wear, how can you judge, it wasn't easy back then in Italy to come out with our own stuff, record labels preferred to publish well-known songs to play it safe with sales; even Battisti had tried and they paired him up with Mogol. the album or 33 was a thing for siuri..

happypippon bald trombone radical chic that’s an eko, you’re a brick ehhhhh, just the fact that you endured at least a minute of my bad music makes me happy—and eat less, little stinker.
I can afford to imitate the Beatles, where are you going now that you’re six months along?
And Captain Beefheart appeared to me in a dream and told me Vale' you’re a genius just like us.
bye bye trombon-ps the beard doesn’t make you a philosopher, but a caviar communist does.

Sorry, I accidentally gave an extra star, it was 4stelle4. I beg your pardon, but the album has its own anodic strength, which has made it resurface from the shelves, from the warehouses, from the garbage bags where it had ended up. It's like saying sometimes they come back... It's nice to see a cellar band finally with good sounds, the album sounds good. Even without Brian Eno.

I LIKE: it's easy to be an intellectual nonconformist, a genius discovering unknown groups, a strict censor and a fine dispenser of judgments. But you can't change reality.
I honestly don't understand: I don't want to pontificate—but the guitar on my CD is a silver pearl Eko, Ekomaster from 1964, not a Galanti; I copied the cover for the album to make an impression, but I put my characters in it, come on, it was like drawing a mustache on the Mona Lisa, damn, I DID POP ART, I’m not the first, there was Uncle Frank from America and others who did it. But let's continue: "Unfortunately, Italian music after Verdi, Puccini, Rossini, etc., has always been a step back, but that's obvious. Were the Beatles imitating the Beach Boys? But where, excuse me?"
A step back is debatable, because a piece like "29 settembre" by Equipe 84 is not inferior to "Tomorrow Never Knows": I like Lennon, but there’s a nice voice like Donald Duck inside a large blowpipe, okay? Beautiful lyrics, exceptional arrangements, but that was it; it was the childhood of experimentation. It’s true we are further behind, but we have also been subjugated to a commodification of popular music that is distinctly barbaric-Calvinist-Anglo-Saxon in origin, like the motto GIVE US MORE MONEY THAN YOU CAN, WE’LL MAKE A RECORD A MINUTE, LET’S LOOT EVERYTHING BARBARICALLY, AND WHOEVER HAS SEEN HAS SEEN. This is the ultimate sense of certain things, especially British, because America is a continent and there the parameters are different; I don't want to engage in stupid nationalism, just to be clear, but I believe that underneath it all, this exaggerated Dionysianism of service, money, file sharing, etc., is strongly WASP in nature, as well as the absurd prices of houses, gasoline, living in general, and you still haven't seen anything; in the USA it’s already been like this for a long time. They deliberately create inflation to control markets in the most crude capitalism, since Reagan. This relates to music because it’s a continuous game of inflation: the Beatles are the forerunners of this, and "Sgt. Pepper" is the prototype of this self-aggrandizement: the Italian melodists, and many lesser Italian beat groups that are only now emerging thanks to the painstaking work of independent record labels, and not just Bobby Solo, etc., it's like saying that there was no Pat Boone in America. I’m talking about many Italian masters, with certain limits in rock that have decreased over time; they have nothing to envy to the Beatles and co. It's just Stockholm syndrome for the conquered, your foreign fetishism that, after decades of brainwashing from the post-war period to today, no longer allows for criticism, it’s like an automatism.
And I repeat, max respect for the Beatles and other groups, etc., but we shouldn’t belittle ourselves or feel inferior, facing any nonsense from England or beyond the ocean. This applies to the "Sgt. Pepper", or to other reviews of mine, horse-slaying, ridiculous, hateful, however you want, but courageous.