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:-). One day I'll memorize all the logic. That way, if I meet a metalhead, I can talk to them.

@Ohhh! Finally, I can avoid calling You 5. The rhetorical choice of addressing the character (who might even have a name, or we might need to invent one) doesn't sit well with me. The film is truly a minor classic, quite unsettling, set in a distinctly interesting era of American cinema. Of course, Sapientino Poletti hasn’t seen it. @L. but how great do you look in that photo, and there's even a glimpse of the right boob that intrigues me a lot :-)

With all the crap that's out there, yours is above average. And the proposal is intriguing. So go for it; if you don't get discouraged, you can only improve.

Bastard! I told you that the next one had to be on a record I knew. No, keep humiliating me while I sit here on a Friday night, too tired to go out, reading your nonsense. But I’m going to pick it up, and if it’s not as you say, I’m coming down to steal all the medicine you use in secret from you. P.S.: And another thing that pisses me off is that you shit more often than I change my socks, and they’re all good ones, and my socks are full of holes. Mavedidiandarteneafanculo :-) P.P.S. And, it seems I understood that you’ll also see Verlaine in these days. So, definitely, I hate you!

Usual wasted words to Vivis. Just that having one of La Crus and one of Giardini di Mirò together makes my wrists tremble. Can you imagine how nice it would be if we were dating? By breakfast time, we’d be throwing CDs at each other’s heads, and you would gently scratch my vinyls with sweet and unchanged arrogance. P.S.: but my amor fou pour toi, immense it remains :-). P.P.S.: next time, feel free to call the authorities because there’s a crazy guy stalking you on Deb.

I did more, I put it back on (after all, this is one of the gifts of our messagemecojoni, right? Making us listen to that old vinyl again and dusting it off a bit). It seems to still be in pretty good shape. How's the dance rhythm? I can't dance to this stuff. I recall that at some point or space I danced to The back of love, but maybe it was just the excitement of not having to dance to something else. The rhythm is from the early '80s, maybe aged a bit, but the little guitars are still there and Ian was really a great singer, not just in an aesthetic sense.

Oops, the Super post is 45.

Dear Ritaleen, you are the one who puts me against the wall when you invoke philosophical and epistemological foundations. Ultimately, this is all just catchy tunes, rock'n'roll, and a bit of entertainment. Boringly, for both the readers and for him, I can only fully quote post 46 of the Super. I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like explaining in detail which objective elements make me consider Cave's album valid (otherwise, I would have written a review). It should be noted that your misunderstanding of my assertion regarding Cave as an artist further encourages me to be cautious, which is not a subjective judgment but a call for prudence. You’re not interested in rock'n'roll? Don’t listen to Grinderman. O tempora o mores, this is what the convent provides, and we make do with it. That it’s not worth even ten seconds of any chord progression or Stooges-like lament, ça va sans dire. Finally, I don’t think the same critics who applaud this little disc are the same ones who applaud Timberlake, come on...

Dear RitaLeen, Cave certainly doesn’t need me to defend him, but do you realize how little sense your observations make? Criticism, meaning a review, also presupposes a fair amount of objectivity, based on knowledge, relationships between the product and others, the work within an artist's journey (p.s. for me, Cave is one of the few artists still alive in the realm of song). If you just want to say you like it or you don’t, you could simply make a post in the comments of the Puni review. Otherwise, your critiques need to have a foundation. The statement, for instance, “played poorly and written worse,” what foundation does that have? Here we’re not discussing your opinions, which are obviously respectable, but the fact that if something is critiqued, it must be done on solid ground. If this album has been praised by the majority of the global critics, are they all fools who love Cave regardless? Or do they consider it a valid album within his journey, and the current rock scene, for various reasons that I won’t list here to avoid boring you? It also seems to me that you haven’t grasped at all the massive dose of irony that accompanies the Grinderman project. This doesn’t help your review. Moreover, I would be curious to know what your favorite albums were in 2007.

Mmh, Cat Power's is a bit too much what one would expect from... Cat Power. Ah, also from yours truly :-)