Valeriorivoli

from maiden to here man’s crap, re-read yourself:
"Think of your Iron Maiden because it seems you have no say in Trance!!!" (Not Anonymous User "ambassador" of Friend Woodstock)
"I no longer know what to do to become a Human Case..." (cptgaio)
Chapter I: Increasingly Commercial until Final Victory!
One of the most beautiful yet slightly discouraging sensations that can happen to me is that which occurs when listening to something I had heard mentioned often over the years, yet never felt the need to delve deeper into, only to discover that it actually aligns quite a bit with my personal taste...
Let it be clear, despite my now consolidated reputation as a bullshitter (not even that much) painstakingly earned on these pages, that the above discourse is absolutely serious and does not aim to mock anyone...because it’s true...in the year 2007 I discovered that I like ABBA and consider this an Absolute Truth!
ABBA is the quintessential Pop Group; they achieved a worldwide success that (even considering the non-Anglo American origins...) seems inexplicable.
Whether we want to or not, each of us has inevitably listened to at least one single of the caliber of "Mamma Mia," "Fernando," "Dancing Queen," "Super Trouper," and "Waterloo," of course, and I am certainly no exception, but for one reason or another, mostly out of superficiality and prejudice, I had never stopped to delve into anything of theirs...
...the opportunity came in recent months thanks to a new colleague of mine, a fanatic of Agnetha, Frida, Benny, and Bjorn, who, with his sincere and genuine enthusiasm (due to the fact that he has never had the slightest intention in his whole life to approach genres like Progressive, Post Rock, or Death Metal, etc. etc., and to this regard I recall Borges's statement that he reached the age of 80 thanks to never doing gymnastics even for a day in his life...) convinced me to let go and look beyond my nose...
Unfortunately, he owns all the vinyl material, so the prospect was that I would have to fend for myself, and it’s known that I’m a lazy type, so let’s say I didn’t immediately put in much effort. However, since destiny (whether we like it or not...) exists, the timely opportunity came nonetheless without me seeking it on the night of December 31st...
Chapter II: December 31, 2007, A Night with ABBA (Based on a True Story)
You should know that this year I spent New Year’s Eve alone at my house because work commitments didn’t allow me to go to the mountains with my friends...
Of course, I had some at home, but this year more than others, I didn’t particularly want to mix with others' forced and contrived fun, so in the end, I decided to stay within the walls of my home...
After consuming a frugal dinner of Kebab, French Fries, and Panettone, I started fiddling with the computer looking for an idea to update my Blog, eventually opting for a New Year’s greeting message complete with a themed video taken from YouTube...
...typing in the classic words "Happy New Year" in the search field, guess what popped up as the first option...
Well, this...
After posting this Wonderful Video on my Space, I started watching others one after another, not even noticing midnight, but being alone it didn’t matter that much anyway, becoming enamored with the alluring and cheesy Easy Listening of the Swedish quartet and indulging perhaps a bit excessively until the hour (the next morning I had to go to work..) advised me to go to bed decidedly relaxed and hopeful for the New Year...
Chapter III: Waterloo? I was defeated, you won the war
In 1974 (Great Year, I recall...) the ambitious ABBA was attempting again at the Eurovision Festival; the year before, with the song "Ring Ring," they hadn’t passed the national selections, and since the event was on British soil (Brighton), they decided to present the piece, which they had previously showcased in the pre-selection in Swedish, in English to make the m

I FORGOT Oh my God, and who are these Tuxedomoon? It's your phrase prostatic cynar-TYPE CARNEADES WHO WAS THIS GUY... look up the author online.

Oh my God, and who are these Tuxedomoon? Here’s all the crap that’s inside that mushy brain of yours, and with a nickname like amarocynar that you pulled out of your ass, you should just introduce yourself with HELLO I’M A BURSTING IDIOT. - You have no arguments, you pinocchio, read a bit more and when you respond, quote something, pull out some philological references, mention an author, say something leftist, but please, don’t come up with crap like if I knew the captain, or she doesn’t know who I am because then you’re just tooting your own horn, and the level is right on par with your snack buddy, meaning school kids who copy – poorly – the papers. You’re a poor illiterate mongoloid, friendly---

thank you Blackdog... at least you in the debaser universe

These are the smart ones, not those mongoloid morons from Manowar and Maiden...

yes

Cravestman thank you my friend...

I reiterate that rancid checca in heat. HERE IS THE INTELLECTUAL DISHONESTY that you, like many readers of Novella 2000, go pontificating on others' reviews without having seen the film or the album. And this is how debaser becomes, thanks to you, an excuse to write about your own worries to the director of Confidenze per la donna, or to Paolo Limiti's Advice Column.

metalheads possessed to the stake.

Do you, hearing this ROBBACCCIA, identify as an intellectual? Who do you think you are, Umberto Eco? Do you realize that you have a meager, if not crude, use of the Italian language, to put it mildly, like a schoolgirl on the lookout for a husband? You judge and pontificate from the heights of your book covers and your sickening posters with EDDIE from Maiden? Do you realize you're an idiot? Not everyone agrees with you about my reviews, or does this pluralism annoy you as well? I experience music more than you do; in fact, sometimes I even get paid for it. You remain a consumer still in school, painting Eddie on your backpack; you're a poor illiterate... I used to know people like you who listened to this garbage and I even played with them. They were incredible losers, frustrated, demonologists – I found more garbage among frustrated people with their watts and marshalls who couldn't write half a melody. But what do you know, garbage consumer, who pretentiously and vacuously tries to give an intellectual basis that... isn't there? Read Adorno and what he wrote about records, and don’t worry, those who read the quotes you make – practically a poorly copied betting slip – know well who has more stature between the two of us. You remain a little student and a lifelong consumer... Eddie the little skull, tze', even my 12-year-old nephew doesn’t listen to and delight in this toilet-flushing music. You're a toilet.
P.S. Take down the posters; you're grown up now, and go get a job, it's time.