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But why has Madonna ever been considered an artist? She has NEVER had a voice, neither now nor 20 years ago, and that’s enough to label her as a fraud, rather than an artist. Because, until proven otherwise, to be a SINGER you need to have a VOICE. Not only that, in her megalomaniac delusion, this woman has ended up believing she’s a sex symbol, with that erotic film from about 15 years ago for which a remake is supposedly in the works... When will someone from her entourage have the courage to tell her that she’s a mess? I won’t even comment on the album; the cover speaks for itself, more than the horrific singles.

DonsanFelice is already more honest, he says "Oh, but if the tune means something to me because it reminds me of the first trash from middle school, what can I do"... and that's perfectly fine, damn it, we've repeated it a thousand times, listen to whatever you like, anything that means something to you, but for heaven's sake, don't talk to us about art when you mention Vasco Rossi. Meanwhile, he stubbornly continues to be Cacchione. Did Vasco make great pieces in his career? Who cares, they're small isolated flashes of a (by the way, rather modest) sporadic genius and anyway quickly burned out, drowned in a sea of crap like "Come Stai" etc. And you'll understand, even I if I were to work as a musician/songwriter would eventually, after enough tries, manage to come up with something nice, anyone with even a minimal artistic sensitivity could, and after enough attempts, something would come out from anyone, even from the last of the bumpkins, but what kind of talk is this. The problem is that in this derelict country, we call POET a guy who knows maybe 20 words, who stumbles around and makes mistakes even in the songs, who might have hit maybe 5 songs in a thirty-year production, we even give him degrees, are we joking? But what artistic dignity can one aspire to who opens his arms, thrusts his hips forward and screams "Prendiloo com'èèè", just the latest song is his ideal manifesto, Vasco Rossi produces what his fans demand from him, that is pure shit, there are no more excuses, dear Vasco fans, it's useless to stamp your feet on the ground, you have no more excuses.

"The beauty of Vasco's fans is that they have a musical culture well below zero, and every piece of crap they hear is a masterpiece for them, precisely due to their lack of comparison with the great albums in the history of music." True, although you often hear them say, "I listen to this, that, and the other, and I like Vasco too, so what do we do about it?" ... We say that you don't understand a damn thing, irreparably. @CACCHIONE, here they don't fly, here they don't make it, we're stuck, the fact remains that the illegal parking attendant just had to evoke the image of angels, and you all melted like schoolgirls with their first crush. After all, there is an endless number of people capable of saying that "Un senso" is a nice song, what do we want to talk about, come on...

Enough, and every time to try to lift this champion from the avalanche of crap he deserves, you always quote the same three or four songs, and what a drag: "Sally" and the "Angeli," two extremely cheesy pieces that have been hyped by fans; otherwise, today nobody would even remember them: overly sweet and self-serving, built just to make you say "damn, what a poet," that is, you’ve built that annoying reputation of a great poet just on those two lines "and here the angels no longer fly" and "life is a thrill, etc." Just realize: the first is so banal it leaves me speechless, a nursery school thought, the second is perhaps the only noteworthy line of the entire 90's Vasco career, but certainly not enough to make him a poet, and anyway you've made me hate even that. "Stupendous"… and you'll see, 90% of the fans remember it only because it says "I feel like vomiting"... how cool is Vasco, I mean guys. "How old are you": how many you don't want to say anymore / maybe you don’t want to understand… damn what poetry, what lexical search, what rhymes, but what could that "understand" mean, a classic word thrown in there at random without any meaning; the little sheep will find one… but fuck off. If I absolutely have to do it, only "Vivere."

I've always had a preference for TV shows... I'll copy and paste from the other review: "The series is a worthy celebration of what represents the most modern aspect of today's society (at least in the developed West) as a result of the feminist pro-emancipation craze that infested the last century. They want equality, especially in the sexual field; they want to hook up and have fun every night with someone different, but if he doesn’t call the next morning, he’s a jerk, while if she does it, she’s an emancipated and modern woman... not to mention that bitter aftertaste, that intangible but palpable sense of sadness and squalor, despite attempts to hide it, that 4 spinster women on the verge of 40 give off, who think they’re hot (or desperately try to convince themselves they are) acting like trendy little girls in heat. Pathetic, just as pathetic is the army of women who have identified with it and who have effectively decreed the show's success. Ridiculous, too, are these new male-eaters who blow out a different candle every night for fun, yet envy the moms strolling with strollers, secretly longing for a husband and a nice home. RIDICULOUS... And you can call me a misogynist."

No please... those dARI there, damn I was shocked, I never thought something like that possible... more and more downhill.

Well, unusual, I’ll join in too: sincere, but truly sincere regret. For what it's worth, the condolences of someone you've never met except through a few virtual messages. Stay strong.

Fuck the Necrodeath!!!

I put an extra e at the end of the 2nd line...