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But why don't you go fuck yourself right now?

The distorted faces in an unsettling smile were heavily copied 5 years later in the Skunk Anansie video "Lately"...unless it was a quote/tribute to Soundgarden and then I’ve just showcased my colossal ignorance. It's just that it's hot and I can't be bothered to check. I'm going to the beach.

@Danilo dear, it seems you have already been informed in your reviews about the Zocca parking attendant that Vasco Rossi is NOT a rocker and does NOT make rock music. Insisting on this point will only lead you to receive more insults. As for the discussion about "emotions," I won’t repeat what I and many others have said in thousands of comments: just know that Vasco can "emotion" only the rabble of his own level.

Imbecile. And if you're a fake, even more imbecile.

I quote Taxirider in comment 101: they are an excellent bullshit meter for today's teenagers, period. I saw them yesterday on a local network (Telenorba) at a live show in Lecce: a close-up of a girl fanning herself with one hand, a mobile phone in the other, sweating and in tears she kept repeating "my God, I'm about to faint"...she was about to faint in front of these idiots; I felt a notable sadness rise up in me and I began to daydream about the inevitable end of Western society. Ah, please, kill the keyboardist (but will he really play?).

I completely agree with @gangnera and @gerontas07. I already had little faith in the charity of those who raise millions with their voices and images, but after learning that that bunch of pigs organizing the various "Partite del cuore," the "Nazionale cantanti," and similar events spend the proceeds on their stays, lavish meals, and drinks in the best hotels of the city where they perform (what a disgrace, not even the most miserable of the miserable would do this) and then, IF there’s anything left, they donate it to charity. After learning this, I must say that my human (as well as artistic) disgust for 95% of Italian music, especially the more populist stuff that mothers and aunts love so much, has only grown. I say 95 because aside from a few true artists, who, despite counting their money too, at least manage to convey something (the various Battiato and co.), the rest seems completely devoid of any genuine purpose. Now, it's not hard to imagine that these assholes pocketed something directly from the sales of this crap, in addition to the indirect returns from advertising and visibility that have already been mentioned. Let's remember that they are professionals who won’t make a peep unless they see the cash flow. The various Vasco, Ramazzotti who didn’t participate probably refused because they couldn’t reach a financial agreement, nothing more than their excuses. I’d cut off my balls. It’s important to say and reiterate that all of this is speculating on the death and pain of people who lost everything in just 5 minutes. And they even make videos with their good little faces and pats on the back. Just die.

One thing this low-budget movie gets right: the bell for the last hour, the last day of your final year in high school is also the last second of your adolescence. Super cliché, but true. Melancholy at its peak.

So many memories, all those TV shows from the late 70s and early 80s made in the USA, like this one, Hulk, Chips, Hazzard, The Bionic Woman, The Six Million Dollar Man, A-Team, Knight Rider, and so on, broadcasted almost until today, until the tape wore out...and then there was Professione Vacanze (which doesn’t really fit, okay), inevitably repeated year after year, until it became a fixed appointment, the sign that summer had arrived, despite Gerry Calà. And all the nostalgia of that last episode, watched and rewatched who knows how many times, with the deck chairs closed, the gray sky, friends departing...the TV turns off and it’s already September...ahh, the memories.

When I heard his name, "Chris Cornell," I couldn't believe it. I spent several seconds trying to convince myself it was just a namesake, like James Morrison. What a sadness, that Timbaland who devours everything and shits it out as those annoying flashy effects...