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Thanks autopilot. Damn, if I had known you earlier, dear Fish, I would have taken you to the concert... you were even passing by! We'll organize for the next one...

I would cut off the heads of the little superfans of QOTSA, a meter tall and all, who were spinning around like tops with their arms perpendicular...!

Dear super soul... no rules on the pogo. Maybe just a few tips. After all, you’re watching a concert. You’re not going there to flex like “look how tough I am, I’m not afraid of anyone, I’ll knock everyone down.” Then, you'll know very well that one of the most ridiculous factors in pogoing is the height difference... let me give you an example: at one point on Monday, while the queens were playing, a guy fell over with his legs in the air. Do you think that since there shouldn't be any brakes in a pogo, I should have just ignored him and stomped over him with my boots? Sure. Who the hell cares. It's not like we’re at a concert for the same reason, which is to have fun... nooo... heaven forbid! I reached out my hand, he grabbed it, and we kept pogoing (I mean dancing) calmly. No rules, dear super soul, just a little context. Rest assured, it wouldn’t please you either if someone didn’t let you enjoy the show in front of you. Pogo or no pogo!

a concert to frame in the living room of long-term memory. Great review, I don't agree with the judgment on Era Vulgaris. In my opinion, it's a really beautiful album. Oh, by the way, those damn girls who would occasionally pop up in the crowd drove me crazy: with their damn sharp elbows perfectly hitting my ribs and lower back, they were worse than the finest medieval torture ever conceived. Guys, in the mosh pit, arms go up, or at most extended forward. If you tuck in your forearms and stick your elbows out, you become fucking weapons. Fucking weapons that shouldn't be in a party! is it too late to go back, is it too late to go.

a concert to frame in the living room of long-term memories. Beautiful review, I don't agree with the judgment of Era Vulgaris. In my opinion, it's a really great album. Oh, by the way, those fucking girls who occasionally popped up in the mosh pit drove me crazy: with those fucking sharp elbows perfectly hitting my ribs and kidneys, they were worse than the best medieval torture ever conceived. Guys, in the mosh, arms should be up, or at most reaching forward. If you close your forearms and stick your elbows out, you become fucking weapons. Fucking weapons that should not be in a party! is it too late to go back, is it too late to go.

Ah, right, the votes...et voilà.
P.S. The drum kit that Castillo uses is the DW... I'm sorry for the Ludwig, but he left that behind a few years ago!

Queens make little songs... even counting the rhymes, it makes my blood boil! ...damn... you are (from what I could gather an excellent reviewer and an excellent listener... but you need to get out of this paranoia that Q.O.T.S.A. are the continuation of Kyuss... no one has ever said that, least of all Joshua Homme. Don't you like them? Too bad... no one dies! Keep listening to Kyuss like I do and that's it. Don't think about the Queens. Take Mike Patton... there's no need to go on about his biography (I realize you know it wonderfully well) should we be mad at him because in Peeping Tom we don’t find the biting essence of Faith? No... and you know it too. You should have been there on Monday... They weren’t Kyuss (I curse myself for not being born earlier so I could have seen them live!) but they were Queens Of The Stone Age. A band of their own. A band that doesn’t arise with the intent of making psychedelia but simply making music. The backstories are established by us poor listeners. Let’s try to be a little less gaudy in our statements, after all we are mere mortals writing about emotional experiences that do not belong to us. To each their own: the right place for Kyuss, the same for Q.O.T.S.A.

Forgive me for the typing errors, but writing freely also comes with that! The grades:

If the Primus are the flag bearers of 90s absurd rock, then playing the drums, I have the same imagination as Dave Grohl. Listen, Bleak, wouldn't it be easier to just say (this time I completely agree with you... damn...) that you don't like this album? You can't talk about "a band that feels the weight of a certain creative fatigue on their shoulders"... come on... There’s an imaginary line drawn by every artist and/or band, which flows, filling hypothetical imaginative grooves that only they could have discovered. This reasoning applies to the Primus as well. You can't accuse them of banality when talking about Brown Album and Antipop. Just say: "I like these two albums less, or I don't like them at all, compared to their previous discography." Do you think that to compose, record, and perform these tracks live, the Primus did nothing more than take advantage of their name? Do you think that's enough? There are other stories and situations where we can talk about bands that become banal and boring (Metallica docet, with all due respect for these great musicians whom I fully admire!) but it really doesn't seem appropriate to extend this discussion to Les and company. Listen... I don't think it's right for listeners to dictate the turns of artists... otherwise the clear distinction of roles wouldn't make sense. De Gustibus Non Disputandum Est is not up for discussion, but the genius and wildness of the Primus remains! Mr. Long Thumb is still one of the most talented artists that the history of dodecaphony has ever known. Re-listen to the album Bleak, but this time without being biased against them!

paradoxical without the "i," sorry.