Il_Paolo

For Birba, it's worth my return from oblivion. Beautiful review, she is an excellent artist whom I have had the opportunity to see on television, a new Patti Labelle with green eyes, and also live, in a wonderful concert with the legendary Gaudi. Right now, she’s blasting in my car radio, alternating with Julio Iglesias and Luis Miguel! I greatly appreciate the loyalty and continuity with which you write about these themes, and I empathize with those who treat you as a fake, unwilling to accept the idea that there are "truly alternative" people like you (or Giustiziere, Rivoli, Romeo) in the world, capable of discussing with sincerity and frankness even artists that "fake alternates" denigrate. It's paradoxical how these people—who then criticize you—start from the assumption of being modern, alternative, and open, only to end up making themselves look like crude conservatives, resorting to personal attacks like those you often endure, not accepting the idea that someone in the world likes Noemi (and not just in a physical sense, considering you are a woman!). Stay Birba, stay Forever, and I with You! ST, Il_Paolo

Thank you, Mien, it's always been a pleasure to read you and to know that - beyond appearances - there is a common feeling around these things. It was and is the heart of the infamous "mission"! I am with you in Favignana aboard the same sidecar as Lo Gatto and Griselli! Cordially yours, Il_Paolo.

@Pann: it's Licinia Lentini. She’s here too. @the others: watch out, the song is taken from the repertoire of the restaurant "Sergio e Bruno" (Corbucci!) gli incivili - otherwise known as "La parolaccia" in Rome - from the movie "Fracchia la belva umana"...

Dear Dlf, honor to your courageous choices, but upon rereading your reviews, I have a few questions: what’s the point of writing negatively about this stuff? It’s pretty obvious that, from an artistic standpoint, we’re dealing with indefensible subjects, but then I see neither the sense – for you – nor the usefulness – for the reader – of reviews like these: you’re wasting your time to criticize self-proclaimed artists whose mediocrity is easy to call out (like shooting fish in a barrel); readers are wasting their time because your reviews end up confirming what they already think, with no enrichment or critical upheaval. Well then: a subgenre like this, of which I consider myself one of the noble fathers of the site along with the "four horsemen of the apocalypse" Rivoli-Birba-Justice-Romeo, deserves writings of a different cut: think of the poetry that flowed from Rivoli, the adolescent camouflage of Birba, the latent provocation of Justice, the mesmerizing nonsense of Romeo, without stooping down to my “minor” category (which I borrowed from the late Pier Vittorio Tondelli). There are less obvious keys to address this material, and I urge you to follow a new, unprecedented path: we need your talent and your keen observation as much as we need bread, but not to be told what we already know in our hearts and souls (remember the text of “La favola mia” by Renato Zero). Uniquely Yours, Il_Paolo.

Discreet review, in my opinion Debaser can be a goldmine for your style: just think if you transitioned from the music section to the film section, while still staying within the same genre! However, I recommend maintaining a proper balance without resorting to excessive vulgarities. I remember, as a child, I didn't quite understand what job he did and why his presence in the Chamber was a scandal: ahead of its time, and not only in art, today at the very least they would have made him the Minister for Relations with Parliament.

I always care a lot about encouraging those brave souls (Rivoli, Justice, Romeo1985 - by the way: what happened to him?!?) who try to propose something different on the site from the usual music that everyone obviously expects to find here, differentiating "our" musical offering from that of the competition. Having said that, the review as a debut is not bad, but I urge you to delve deeper and to put your heart and passion into these writings, which they deserve! Decent album, beautiful "Una storia importante"; it’s said that he worked as a gigolo in Rome, and that’s where you should have perhaps built the review, mixing life, fragments of memories, and analysis of musical language into a single emotional patchwork. Finally, thanks to those - like Bartleboom and Appestato - who still remember me: as the Meganoidi say, don't worry: "I keep/secretly/always the same nail polish"!!!

Congratulations Justice! Our Massimo is an excellent singer; that piece he performs always moves me: "io/credo che lassù/c'era un sorriso anche per me/la stessa luce che/si accende quando nasce un re" etc. etc. They used to sing it to me, and every time I hear it, I sing it too. Besides that, his voice is amazing, and we cannot forget him as an actor either: his performance in "La patata bollente" ('79) is a masterpiece of finesse that gave rise to rumors about his actual homosexuality, but his interpretation in the TV crime drama "L’ombra nera del Vesuvio," directed by Steno ('87), is equally valid. A vote for you is mandatory, while the rating for the album stems from my amazement that Ranieri could also do this. Sincerely yours, Il_Paolo

Look Punisher, my point wasn’t a discussion about values, just an anecdote about a friend of mine who actually decided to come out (then I understood why he hadn’t given in to the advances of that... if you had ever seen her you’d understand), he quit his job and ended up wandering around dedicated "chats" instead of socializing with the jet set of his field (I mean sexual and not professional), precisely because of this Osho and the Yogi (not the bear, the one from the autobiography that later inspired Yes's "Tales..."). Overall, it didn’t turn out well for him.
I also add that I’m not too fond of these thinkers who are a bit Eastern and a bit New Age, always ready to line their pockets or to manipulate their followers: take for example how they reduced the Beatles, originally nice guys from Liverpool who started to fall apart as a group when they went to India, smoking illegal substances, preaching universal love instead of improving their musical technique in light of the late '70s standards, marrying various Yoko Onos, breaking up and depriving us of their pop in the following years. The same misfortune happened to Zeppelin when Plant fell in love with India ('75 or so), or to Area when my namesake Paolo Tofani became orange, not to mention Romina who cheated on Al Bano going to India to shoot "Il ritorno di Sandokan." As you can see, in my discourse, facts matter more than values. And the facts tell us that the East is not for us.
Yours,
Il_Paolo

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The name wasn't new to me, so I took a look on Wikipedia and, catching sight of the face, I understood who it was. And what a resume! To all intents and purposes, a "minor" that I could have and should have taken care of back then, had I had the right intuition. That said, Wiki mentions that he also worked with the "Salis & Salis" (???), which brings to mind one of the most disturbing cases of the '80s and a real mystery of our time, perhaps a precursor to the democratic regression of our country over the past fifteen years (but will it become twenty years, or a Ventennio), for those who have kept their antennas up: you will remember the case of the charming Lucio Salis, one of the best comedians from Drive In (the one in the brown velvet outfit) and the catchphrase "capito mi hai?" and his sudden disappearance from the scene. It seems he was not favored by the then publisher of the show and the television plenipotentiary (whose name I can't recall at the moment), disappearing overnight from the scene, in a way anticipating the fates of Biagi, Santoro, and Luttazzi. A desaparecido of the '80s, then, like the legendary Alfredo Papa, who recently passed away, and if we want to include Leopoldo Mastelloni, who, however, has recycled himself recently. Reading between the lines of "minor" Italy, even insular, you can understand a lot! Yours sincerely, Il_Paolo