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I'm currently listening to "Shine on you crazy diamond," and I'm throwing in a nice double 5 as well...

Oh my God, "She looks better with..." referring to Elisa is a conversation that simply can't be had, a priori. She never looks better. She’s depressingly ugly, one of those where if you see her naked, your dick dies and never comes back to life. Then that voice... it may be a nice voice, but when she sings, it sounds to me like she's experiencing low blood sugar, an iron deficiency; it makes your arms drop. Lastly... I don't know why, but she gives me the impression of someone who has bad breath... I don't know.

primiballi, is your question a trick question or what? The reason, I believe we all know it here: Major → Media hammering → Ignorant mass trained. Et voilà. With those means, even my cat would become a star of the firmament (unless you believe that it all boils down to just that and you're about to pull a rabbit out of a hat)...

And when will Ligabue delight us again with his purest shit???

By the way, I remembered an interview he gave this summer to one of those gossip magazines (I was at the barber's...): "Vasco, why do Pausini and Ramazzotti sell abroad and you don’t?" Enlightened response from the national rock star-turned-intellectual: "Well... uh, because Italian rock is special, it’s hard to sell it abroad... IT WOULD BE LIKE WANTING TO EXPORT COCA-COLA".... I don’t know how much energy I wasted trying to hold back my laughter because otherwise I would have looked like an idiot laughing with the newspaper in hand... but for crying out loud, could this idiot have chosen another example? Coca-Cola, which is drunk and sold in every corner of the universe, the quintessential emblem of globalization, even more than that shitty MTV that has made him so successful? No, no, he wants to play the wise, mature guru but he’s more out of touch than when he started... I can’t wait for the new album to come out, I can't wait...

A heartfelt review, but really too brief. A few more words could have been spared, especially for that moving piece "Home"... I remember how in the summer of '97 the track, released as a single, managed to overshadow even the usual chart-topping cash cows... good times.

Prince, you're a bit to blame for seeking it out: do you really believe that the single and the album of the aforementioned hot black chick (with light eyes too, Madonnina...) are good? Fine, but come on, bring some other arguments to support your conviction, because if you tell us that "they sold a lot worldwide" you’re just giving more excuses to those who want to mock you and to those who say you don’t understand much. Since when are sales figures the thermometer of a product's quality? Rather, they indicate how well it’s promoted: they’ve been hammering us all summer with this damn "ella ella," on the radio, TV, ads everywhere, especially online, and of course the lobotomized kids around the world rush in masses to fill Jay-Z and Def-Jam's pockets... forget about quality (even if the hot chick in question deserves at least some of it)...

Hateful pathetic clown, always desperately trying to be likable in every appearance, in every photo. It has always been as obvious as the sun how forced certain behaviors were... he tried to be witty, engaging, histrionic, just as those damned people who recommended him (at his father's instruction) had ordered him to be, but what resulted was just a poor subject looking like a pathetic idiot. Then came this serious turn, even committed, with this monstrous piece of crap of a song, an irritating weep in the form of lyrics probably written by some retard. Finally, having realized that music was definitely not his calling, and that even the recommendation of the Almighty wouldn’t make him at least a mediocre record seller (singer is too much), here he is trying his last card, a career as an interviewing journalist. Now, seeing that this worthless man has practically had everything from life without deserving a fraction of it (money, fame, and one of the biggest dolls in the history of the universe) and seeing that he still demands more and still tries, instead of settling for an honest job in a factory or in the fields, certainly more suited to his artistic abilities, we hope the next step is suicide.

I give the album a 2 only for its sentimental value (middle school trip and the related "fuck you" shouted on the bus)... Then, of course, the gossip about Masini postasfiga is reprehensible and all that, but Shaman King is one of the few new generation anime (or manga?) that didn’t succeed... I still give it a little touch nonetheless...

A review that’s really too enthusiastic, and let me tell you, this comes from a Homer fan, someone who can’t function the rest of the day without watching his daily post-lunch episode. More important than coffee. I haven’t seen the movie, so at least give it time to come out!