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Thirty years ago, seeing this man willingly become the object of public humiliation brought a smile to my face that I almost instantly felt ashamed of. Today, the Benson chapter only makes me sad, and I already have enough sadness for other reasons. I don’t need any more.

Some things never change. Years go by, many, too many, and yet even today I witness this peculiar phenomenon, namely, people who take all the philosophical references scattered by this clever and shrewd musician in the lyrics of his little songs frighteningly seriously.
And so there are those who embark on writing actual theses on the most varied topics, from Neoplatonism to Gurdjieff, publishing hodgepodges of trivial philosophy that are alarmingly tedious and self-satisfied with their own erudition. And all this to comment on... the lyrics of a Battiato song!
Is it possible? Can one be so foolish?
For those who may have forgotten, WE ARE TALKING ABOUT LITTLE SONGS!!! Beautiful, well-crafted, amusing, clever LITTLE SONGS. The display of philosophy is as unnecessary as it is boring, and those who engage in these operations actually come across not as cultured, but as naive.

review of fluff, just like the music of Dream Theater after all

And then some ideas from science fiction writers are truly crazy. Does anyone remember the "slow glass"? Pure genius, undeniably pure genius.

It's time to tackle the "Urania" discussion. Those books have shaped the history of science fiction. And then the covers... But has science fiction made history in literature? Some say no, some say yes. I’ve read some truly extraordinary books. I remember one, I believe it was a Urania, titled "Universo." It left a mark on me.

A suggestion for friends: I loved an album by this artist called "Where's your cup?".

The review talks about sacred things like old vinyl records that have shaped your story, distant summers, jukeboxes always playing the same song, the strange ideas of adolescence, historic record shops. In short, it’s exactly the kind of things that earn my utmost respect because they belong to me too, almost identically.
So Zaireeka, maximum respect for your writing.
But the album is a bit weak, let's be honest, a bit weak. It’s a Dalla that has just come out of his magical moment, located between 1977 and 1981. It’s not his worst album; those that came after are even worse. There’s still some grace in the lyrics, but it’s on the decline. Your review is so lovely that it makes it seem beautiful. But in truth, it’s not.

a professional piece. Congratulations

Holy heaven, it's been a long time.

I've come to the idea that Lennon, at that time, wanted to distance himself as much as possible from the Beatles affair. He had many things to tell, including deeply personal ones (and he would begin his intimate narrative in 1970 with John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band), but first he needed to dismantle the model that had been sewn onto him during the last years of the Beatles' adventure. I can't explain a record like this any other way. A sort of anti-yesterday, a shooting of Sgt. Pepper. But that's just my feeling, entirely debatable.
Anyway, it's a beautiful and interesting review.