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This news left me stunned, especially because I didn't know he was ill. But perhaps no one did... The first thing I did as soon as I found out was to write to a friend of mine; we shared I don't know how many BB concerts. I don't think either of us ever listened to them that much, but live it was impossible not to get swept up in the festive atmosphere they created; a little piece of our life is now gone. Beautiful memories.

What a nice Geo! What a shame you're so seldom present...
Anyway, lies in love... a thorny subject. I won’t express myself, better that way.

I'll see it, I’ll note it down.
One thing that’s unrelated to the review...
Some time ago I watched The Neon Demon (you mentioned it in response to one of my comments on your latest review) and I wanted to ask if you ultimately liked it (aside from the discussion about female competition we started with). Honestly, I didn’t. I mean, it’s like looking at a fashion magazine—very cool aesthetically but completely empty… There’s no story, even the satanism doesn’t go beyond a few sketched scenes (always beautifully shot, mind you). How much do you think Keanu Reeves was paid for his cameo? Was the goal to convey the insipidness of that world in such a provocative way that it resulted in a horrendous film despite being aesthetically perfect, or is the screenwriter just bad?

I'll see them all, I don't think I know this director at all. This film really inspires me. And then, I trust your movie recommendations 😉

1. Do you have sporty and even golden buttocks? I’ve always said that Algy is special!
2. Taty heard and appreciated your bucolic musical proposals, so if you haven't felt it in your little heart, you might be cool but you are certainly not telepathic. There’s definitely room for improvement, if you want.
3. I don't like even numbers.

I've never listened to him, I know I'll go to hell for this if I don't remedy it. But I know he's out there. This review has certainly sparked my curiosity to know more about this person, as so often it serves as a preamble to an interest that goes beyond mere biography. The prerequisites are all there now.

UH! Thank you

Dislo, look at what you force me to do.
Maybe for you it’s nothing important to notice how similar Genoese is to Sardinian. Of course, you only realize it with the translation right in front of your nose. EH!
I don’t understand why to separate the two things... Why?? Future generations will only read the one in Italian, and that’s a shame, so I’m voting only here in protest.
Very beautiful anyway, if language is culture, it’s easier to understand why Faber felt at home in the Kingdom.
I also plan to do something like this in the future; I’ve been thinking about it for a while, we’ll see.
It would be nice if everyone who can did it, so we could ask @[G] for the definitive #ethnographic label.
Finger-licking good.

Hi, I'm Martello, I'm a young cat discovering '90s music, from a time when I wasn't even a little fluffball, and I have to admit it's not bad at all.
... personally, I would remove that "rather it's also deserved." Why shouldn't it be?

As for the character, I would like to add that the group was not composed solely of Lindo, to begin with. It may not be to everyone's taste, sure, and the singer might be a jerk, undeniably, but it remains an incredibly important album (with the other CSI) for my generation, and it was so for many years after its release, almost creating an electrified clean slate of what came after—not only in reference to the Ferretti_fascio turn but in general regarding Italian music as we perceived it as young people back then. This is obviously my opinion because meeting the CSI back then didn't negatively change me; on the contrary, I think they enriched me a lot.
We always evaluate everything based on the morality of the characters, but this is a process (judgment) that is almost exclusively applied when it comes to Italian artists, where we can cling to every single word of their private lives to destroy even the good we’ve experienced from them. If you don’t like their music, you can’t justify it all with "they were a bunch of fake assholes."
It seems to me there's a conflict with our music, a sort of aversion toward what is often—indeed—put aside compared to everything that comes from outside; I believe it's time we ask ourselves why, and I even hazard the hypothesis that the reason might lie at the root of the decline of Italian music and the death of our language within it. If we were to nitpick everything and everyone like this, we would have missed out on most of the world’s artists throughout all eras and all arts, just to add to what has already been said if anyone hasn’t done so while I'm writing.
Hey, dear child, mammastra is happy.

Edit to the review: «Mistakes and typos.» See the old version Destroy All Human Life - Country Teasers - recensione Versione 2