dosankos

The cover seems like something sadly mixed, between Amanda Lear's 45 RPM records and the tour posters of Renato Zero from the late seventies.

At this point, I would have preferred a review of the latest one. "Usare" Catartica, of which you express nothing, but only a rational nostalgic vein for the "good old days" and to disdain the new album doesn't make much sense. Nothing personal, but I see a sort of sneaky ambush against all of this. I repeat, if I were you, I would have reviewed the latest one, dismissing it, denigrating it, tearing it apart, as you saw fit, because if you've listened to it, it means you have formed an opinion :) But on your page, I continue to notice the unnecessary presence (a euphemism not to be misunderstood) of "Catartica."

Those films in which the flow of blood always has its reason.

If I think about all the curses I hurled at her, calling her a whore.

You're losing your touch. I used to admire you for the sea of women you offered. But with Pausini, you're falling from grace. But for a quick romp in a threesome, nothing gets wasted, just like the pig.

I don't even read it. There are people here who bust their ass from morning to night for 2,400,000 lire a month.

If I don't curse, look - quote by Mosconi Germano, 1932-2012, journalist.

Mid '90s. At that time, I was covered in pimples, I wasn't hooking up, and I was just starting to approach alcohol and smoking. But I fondly remember that someone lent me this quirky little cassette by Neffa.

Work known only for "recording" issues, but never (alas) listened to, due to serious commercial unavailability and prohibitive prices of Long Plain. In fact, all the pre-"Ballata per quattro stagioni" (1976) remain unknown to me in terms of listening.

I never accepted the hair of that jerk Andrea, which went from cobalt blue to suddenly brown. It was autumn of 1986, and after 27 years I still carry the traumas of that diabolical TV show.