Il_Paolo

Brilliant and effective writing. Congratulations! This, all in all, is "minor" music, an oasis compared to Tokio Hotel and their equivalents: if you like southern, give Little Feat a listen too.

Piano Michoos, you shouldn't underestimate Tullio de Piscopo. I'm also asking Bonaz91 if the use of the verb "ranare" hides, as the philologist within me suggests, Chioggian roots, or, in any case, Venetian ones. As for the Rush, hats off, even though this isn't their best album.

Giubbo, I read some interesting critiques years ago about "The Fantastic World of Paul": essentially, this world was the product of our psychedelic mind (not coincidentally, among the villains, there's a little mushroom) and Paul himself would mislead Nina, causing her to get lost in this psychedelic realm. The doors that opened were the "doors of perception." Anyway, the ending of the cartoon is chilling, where there’s - if I'm not mistaken - a panoramic view of Paul's bedroom, in which all the toys seem to have returned to their rightful places. But suddenly, the eye of the little teddy bear shines - mysteriously - almost to testify to its enduring vitality.

@Lavalin, I agree with you on this: the early '90s were years of uncertainty due to the combination of various factors that I recall, of course, as follows: '91: Gorbachev's overthrow, the Gulf War, Cossiga's political blows; '92: the start of "Mani pulite," Falcone and Borsellino; '93: the continuation of "Mani pulite" and bombs; '94: elections with the rise of Voldemort (you-know-who). Certainly, in all this climate, the "Avanzi" group was providing beautiful civic spaces, echoing the first occupations in my high school [of course, also in others] and a certain aura of commitment [which I believe was more apparent than real]. As for today, I see a certain drowsiness of consciences, and at the same time, an aura of normalization. However, growing up, I've also learned not to take too seriously the world around us. There’s a beautiful poem by H.M. Enzensberger - "Fuga di pensieri" - that describes the stalemate in which we live, warning us that "perhaps, the end of the world is just a temporary situation."

Cultured, but not too much: indeed, THE panegyric. Touché! However, it’s not Pelù from Jeeg (but rather Fogus). Pelù (class of '62) couldn’t sing like that in '79 (just listen to Desaparecido from '85 to draw the conclusions). The song he sings about the man of steel, however, is a hymn to human resilience. Sincerely, Il_Paolo

I'm sorry, I only now read some of your posts, for which corrections are urgent: @everyone: I formally assure you that I am not laRock, to whom I obviously hold great esteem. This is not only for reasons of sexual "gender," but also because, at least here, our Miss has a similar but not identical "mission" to mine. However, dear Muitosaudosismo, the respect I owe you for some comments on my previous reviews compels me to highlight how there is an evident "synchronicity" between some of my writings and those of laRock, as well as between the two nicknames. This should not surprise you, given that, probably, neither I nor she are anything more than "scribes of the spirit," or vehicles through which the gods of music and cinema manifest as matter in these pages, recovering a past that still lingers over us. @Marpado etc.: I certainly do not sing the praises of the '80s, nor do I wish to dismiss the '90s and '00s out of hand. Different eras, undoubtedly, lived differently by each of us: you will agree with me, however, that the more one grows, the more the veil of Maia that sometimes obscures our perception of reality is ripped away, even in the innocuous guise of a cartoon or a TV theme song by the playful Cristina D'Avena [by the way, who knows what went through Cri's mind when - roughly at the average age of those who frequent this site - she was forced to sing children's songs and present "Sabato al circo"]. @Lavalin: we usually share common views, but this time I must, amicably, disagree with what you state about Mercury's death affecting the climate of the '90s. As far as I remember, Queen were never a top-tier band in Italy (other English groups were much more followed: from Genesis down), so the dramatic death of our friend was felt with participation, but not as a national tragedy. At the time, I was in high school, and - but this is obviously personal opinion - I believe that what made those years "dark" were: 1) national tragedies (Falcone+Borsellino, '93 bombs and everything that followed: see "Nelle mani giuste" by De Cataldo); 2) the advent of a "dark" musical genre like grunge, with the burden of Cobain's death in '94; 3) sentimental issues of Il_Paolo, whose afternoons, in a room as white as yours (but without fog fields forever), were spent mulling over the reasons why the beautiful Benedetta had left him. Yours respectfully, Il_Paolo.

Grandi I rush. This album, listened to for the first time in 1995, can be said to have changed my life. Compared to this, I prefer the review by vellutogrigio.

No Black, I was disconsolately thinking about ours: perhaps the best times were behind us, then, with the '90s, the world seems to have darkened. But, in reality, we are the ones who have grown, continuing to find comfort in these (beautiful) memories!

If the masters of the site ever allow me, I hereby offer to do an in-depth piece dedicated to the TV show. Let's remember the great Manuel de Peppe (later in don Tonino with Vanessa Gravina) in the role of one of the group members. They even provided stickers with the faces of each member along with the Susanna cheese snacks. Then one wonders why this generation is failing.