Valeriorivoli

absolute masterpiece in unsuspecting times… but often accused of verbosity, of wordiness, and snubbed by the general public. exceptional photography and costumes.

I love you all! The fact that more than reviews they are reminiscences is that I honestly can't have the natural detachment of a music critic when I write a review; I simply can't, and it's not my job. I can only try to communicate something I have experienced that moves me to talk about it. An album, a song, to truly belong to you must have been consumed, used, and rediscovered. I couldn't be detached when talking about music like a technician.
For Il Paolo: Borgessss, marvelous, "La città degli immortali" isn't about his age, it's that he has existed forever and will exist forever. But you know, I've thought about it; in fact, I'm writing a mini review on this topic. For muitosaudosismo: thank you, it's a pleasure to hear that I've communicated a feeling and received positive feedback... Immortality, time, space, are among my personal obsessions, and I hope that music, for me, as for all of you, can achieve this alchemical transmutation. Rock on! Anyway, alas, this is my favorite Rolling Stones album; it's the one I have listened to the most without getting tired, thanks to Maria, I admit. But what I miss the most is the pinball...

Thank you, man! Enjoy it and have fun...

I almost forgot about the tricycles of Viterbo...

both obnoxious and pretentiously snobbish. average songs. a fake Arab and an Etruscan bitch. strike!!

Yes, it might be a 5-star experience: so many memories, what beautiful years... I lived you, bro.

whore 2000

shit branded as avant-garde art. fartin asshole all together now

shit branded as avant-garde art. fartin asshole all together now

Great Fred, great Paolo, another gem for a great singer and songwriter compared to whom Ramazzotti, Ligabue, and Vasco are just wannabes. Epic songs for hot-blooded Latin men in the summer! And not just...