fedezan76

My speech extends beyond the prog. Because I find those satisfactions you talk about in "Hybris," but also in Buckley's "Grace," in "Led Zeppelin I," and even in "Rooks" by Shearwater. However, the search that each one undertakes in music, and in oneself in general, should have no barriers, limits, or preconceptions. "In the court" is more important than "One man tells another"? For history, certainly, but for me, it’s not so.

Jonah, my comment is more of an invitation. Recently, many users passionate about progressive music have joined the site, some of them quite young. And here, it doesn’t matter how many comments there are numerically, or how many are interested in the genre, but it would be nice if those many or few could manage to go beyond clichés, mass phenomena, and... time constraints.

Good job Core!

The previous "Heaven Forbid" I found quite good. This one is indeed a bit weak, but still superior to the works from the 80s (from "The revolution by night" onward). BOC are still among my favorite bands for what they did up until E.T.L.

1) prot; 2) prot; 3) prot; 4) prot; 5) prot; 6) prot; 7) prot; 8) prot; 9) prog; 10) prot; 11) iggy prot. Anyway my dear aerophage, thanks for the mention, but I was expecting an invitation as an honorary (or idiot) member of the club. ;D

The husband calls home from the office. A little girl answers. "Hi, it's Dad, is Mom there?" "No, she's upstairs in the room with Uncle Franco." "Oh... but you don't have an Uncle Franco..." "Yes, I do, he's upstairs in the room with Mom." "Oh, okay. Listen to what you need to do: go upstairs and tell her you saw Dad's car come back early from work." "Okay." (...a couple of minutes later...) "I did what you told me, Dad." "And what happened?" "Mom jumped out of bed naked and was running around screaming. Then she tripped on the rug, fell down the stairs, and I think she's dead." "Oh my God! And where's Uncle Franco?" "He also jumped out of bed naked and screaming. Then he opened the window to the garden and jumped into the pool, but he forgot you had it drained and he died too." "Pool????!!!!!! Damn, I dialed the wrong number!"

Carabinieri. The marshal: "How did you let the killer get away? Didn't I tell you to check all the exits?" The officer: "Yes sir! We did, but he must have managed to slip out through the entrance!"

A gay arrives at the gates of heaven after his death. Waiting for him at the gates is St. Peter who, as usual, must check if the souls he lets in are fit to live in paradise. Doing so, the saint opens a large book and begins to read aloud a kind of curriculum vitae of the gay, who listens with great pleasure. At a certain point, St. Peter suddenly stops and exclaims with an irritable tone directed at the homosexual: “You cannot enter heaven!!!” And the gay responds desperately: “But why can’t I live in this place?! I’ve been good my whole life and never did anything wrong!!” St. Peter retorts sternly: “You cannot cross the threshold of these gates because in your life you have had relationships with men instead of women. You have broken the laws of nature, sacred dogmas that we particularly follow!!” The gay continues to despair, and a verbal fight breaks out between him and the saint, which attracts the attention of Jesus, who asks: “Dear St. Peter, what is happening here??” And St. Peter: “This man wants to enter heaven, but he cannot!!” Jesus calms the dispute by saying: “This time we will turn a blind eye and put this individual to the test: if he behaves well for ten days, he will be accepted in heaven; otherwise, we will send him to hell!!!”
Thus, the first two days pass, and everything remains calm as usual. On the third day, a little angel wakes up, goes to the bathroom to comb his hair, and drops the comb on the floor. As he bends down to pick it up, the gay enters, brandishes his tool, and sticks it into the backside of the poor defenseless little angel. General alarms go off; all the souls in paradise awaken after 2000 years of hibernation and begin to get angry. Jesus and St. Peter, furious as never before, exclaim together: “We’ll keep him for the next seven days and then send him down to Lucifer.” On the fourth and fifth days, everything remains as tranquil as usual. On the sixth day, a soccer match takes place between the blue angels and the purple angels. A purple angel tries to cross to a teammate but fails and falls to the ground, losing his halo. The game stops, and the little angel starts searching for his halo... He sees it and bends down to pick it up, but here comes the gay again who brandishes his tool and sticks it into the backside of the poor defenseless little angel. The general alarm goes off, and all the souls awaken, extremely angry. Jesus and St. Peter, exhausted from all this, take the gay and bring him to the attic. Jesus removes a little cloud from a conduit from which fire, smoke, and flames emerge. It’s the direct route to hell. St. Peter throws the gay into the conduit, finally freeing paradise from the evil that had been infesting it. After a few months, St. Peter reminds Jesus of the story of the gay and suggests they check with Lucifer to see how the individual is behaving down in hell. The two go to the attic and remove the little cloud. Only a tiny wisp of smoke comes out of the conduit, which otherwise would be completely dark. Jesus, astonished, begins to call: “Lucifer!! Lucifer!!”, but no one answers. At a certain point, a powerful voice comes from the conduit: “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT??” And Jesus: “What happened?? Why isn’t there any fire, smoke, and flames like before??” And Lucifer: “EH!!! ARE YOU GATHERING WOOD OR WHAT????”

I am quite surprised by the few comments on this review. I believe that the mistake most progsters here on debaser make is thinking that the genre was finished after '76. Wake up! It may not be trendy anymore, but there have certainly been great albums. Read this piece and also the others by Giona, or those by Jargon King.

You are right, sincerity should always be rewarded.