carlo cimmino

I prefer all the previous ones (all five stars). Above all, Monster Movie, which is, as far as I'm concerned, one of the best four or five records of the genre (and on that note, I would like to applaud Malcolm Mooney). This one, however, falls between a four and a five for me, but I round it up to five because I find them likable. The review is also charming, reminding me of a remarkable DeCaso from some time ago. Back then, the album reviewed was "Hudson River Wind Meditations" by Lou. Go read it here: Hudson River Wind Meditations - Lou Reed - Recensione di FrancescoSeta Bye. And, please, do go for it with Tai Chi!

Two of encouragement. And then, if I'm not mistaken, the bassist is quite a babe.

From the review, it seems to me that you are a bitch. Wait for spring, dear sellami. Anyway, what the fuck!, this album is essentially essential.

Finally, I read it. All in one day. I really liked it. Johnny Lane is a real son of a bitch. A "scoundrel." A true private investigator, in short. Now, though, I'm contacting you privately to ask for some "light" on the ending, as your statement still piques my curiosity.

No! The geraniums, no! Wretched and degenerate son... Anyway, dear Bartolomeo, it’s melting. But everything else is going ordinarily well. We are eagerly and anxiously awaiting a full resumption of work. How are you doing?

I’m shocked and stammering! But... but this review... it’s... it’s a duplicate!

It is, however, well known that old hens make good broth. And that if they are roses, they will bloom. If they are accepted, they will accept. If they are Lombards, they will drum.

But is this Nigella Lawson at least good-looking?

I have the pirate disc somewhere. The film is legendary. The game is well made. But I'm not a big gamer and, after the usual five minutes, I give up and throw in the towel. But five. It would be unfair to give it a lower score because of my gaming shortcomings and laziness.

Caravan, I hope you didn’t misunderstand. I hadn’t read anything wrong in your review. Among other things, I see that you too are a Man of the Left (with a capital "M" rightfully so) and that you have a "leonardoscian" background. And that we agree on certain matters (but I suspected that). Especially regarding the American presence in the south. In Naples in particular. As for Arbore, I had nothing to say against your definition. I fully grasped its meaning. It’s just that I don’t recognize Renzo Arbore as a "just" and important figure when it comes to the preservation of Neapolitan traditions. But this is just, like the others, my own reflection which would lead to a long and tedious discourse requiring much broader space. And which, by the way, might lead to nothing. A bit like, alas, discussing communism in Russia. However, if we’re also talking about Django's Neapolitan execution, then I’m interested in the book. The libreria neapolis, however, is closed for holidays. Of course. If we disregard what was shouting in the middle of the street at six this morning, "'A MARONNA 'A MARONNA" (and me), Naples is deserted.