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My dear good old Seifer.. I see we think alike regarding Zakk.. Nothing (but really nothing) to do with sonic brew... different times. But can you believe he’s now playing with a guitar covered in white polka dots?? It's stuff from the '80s gay scene! Where have all those cool skulls gone, huh??

On www.wikipedia.org there's a lot, especially in English, but also in the Italian section. If you really want to spend the next years of your life studying what inspired these sickos, then I recommend going to Danny Carey's site (he's the sickest among all the Tool), jotting down all the books mentioned, and then searching for them. You won't find them in libraries; you have to look for them using "alternative" methods. With eMule, you can download a ton of ebooks (most of them in English). Just be careful not to get screwed over by getting stuck with this stuff...

I apologize, the b and the v are stuck together... Anyway, really, I don't have anything against you in particular... it's all those "boyband" comments that made me lose my cool. Wishing you a happy middle school graduation.

The people who go to see Malmsteen, Vai, and the D.T. basically consist of two types of audience. On one side, we have the 14-year-olds who get off on their own tapping skills, sweeps, and triads at 240 bpm. On the other side, we have the 35-year-olds – failures – who work as clerks in some music store, looking down from their superior pedestal at the 14-year-olds trying out guitars, but when they get home, they shove their atrophied penis between humbuckers. In both cases, regardless of their type, in front of their idols (Vai and co.), as much as they acknowledge their greatness, they criticize them for millions of trivial nonsense – oh, wait... they remind me of someone else... – and deep down, they are convinced that one day they will be better and can hook up with the metal girls backstage... but they don’t know that Malmsteen is not only a virgin but is also gay (and fat). 110% of the people who buy Malmsteen, Vai, and DT CDs either have been playing for a long time or start playing after the first listen. To someone who doesn’t play, they suck. Even to smart people, they suck. Monday was filled with emotions for me... more emotions than technique. I was in the middle of the crowd, with my best friends, singing at the top of my lungs and enjoying what I saw. I’ll tell you more, I wasn’t bothered at all that Mainardo was filming; in fact, I liked it. What didn’t sit well with me? The stage, I’ve always seen it much larger in videos, with way more giant screens. The Isis who weren’t there. People sniffing ketamine and then bothering you. Then Jones, sure, he wasn’t the most engaging guitarist in history; I would have preferred a few more eyebrow movements... but for me, despite all these factors, it was a concert – albeit imperfect – that I won’t forget easily. And I enjoyed it. I had a blast. (And you’ll say, of course, kid, you’ve seen three... no, you might beat me, but I’m at 173). I don’t want anything more than what I saw. Actually, there is one thing… I wish they had played more... which doesn’t mean they played little (1 hour and 40 minutes) but that I could have listened to them all night long. What should I say... I keep watching the videos I shot and enjoying... and there are those who – against their will – are scratching their hairy balls. Who is the fool between the two? I’m curious to find out. I’m going to study for the oral exams.

I reiterate the necessity of being able to insert drawings in posts, because it's not always possible to make people understand what you want to say... due to others' obtuseness, I mean. By the way, “femmina mestruata” is a picturesque term that I ask you to use when referring to your mother, and speaking of which, my graduation exam is going quite well, I can't complain. How's your vasectomy going? I heard they overdid it a bit on the incision. Bologna, I quote its conclusion: “I heard several people complain about Mr. Keenan's rude demeanor, being unapproachable with the public. I remember that there were also controversies about this during the last Italian tour. Am I the strange one for going to a concert of Tool, Negazione, or Metallica with the same attitude I have when I go to a Stockhausen concert? I go to listen to music; the visual aspect is secondary. I demand respect for my ears; if there are no special effects or if the musician doesn't shake hands, as Fantozzi would say, and calls me brother, I’m fine anyway, as long as I clearly witnessed a great concert. I’m not scandalized if a band plays behind a curtain or with their backs to the audience, or if the frontman sings sitting on a chair or whatever; I firmly believe that spectators shouldn't go to concerts like they're going to a teenage party, with the only concerns being beer and smoke, but that they should demand adequate venues, proper sound systems, care for sound quality, and attention to musical execution. Rock concerts too often provide cheap excuses for the chronic inadequacy of spaces and haphazard organizations, as long as “putting on a show” is what counts. If the audience is more interested in make-up or hair styles, there are always boy bands, and they can also go watch Festivalbar or to a nightclub.”
Now that you've shown all the wrong I've done, I’d like to point out—if it’s not too much trouble—how slowly and skillfully you're shifting the conversation more and more towards insults (but at the same time claiming that I’m the one guilty of this insidious act). Ah, just so you know, I read your first comments—perhaps—very quickly; it was enough for me to sense the air that was blowing, and my first outburst wasn’t aimed at you but at all those who THINK like you in “boy band fan” mode. Then you, of your own volition (we are a bit prima donnas, huh?), decided to respond to my post (which incidentally didn’t require a response). Look, I got mad for a reason. A very simple reason, which is that there are people who listen to Tool without having the means (or at least the desire) to understand them and, consequently, reasoning with the usual “I am a FAN” style (maybe you even buy t-shirts at concerts). I didn’t get mad like that, punching the air, as others have done. Honestly, I don’t see where I recycle your irony and your jokes; I've been like this for decades anyway, but if you identify with my jokes, don't worry, it means you're cool.

Look, I never said that I witnessed a wonderful concert, the best of the best, super freaking awesome! But I’m not going to get bent out of shape just because that paranoid gay singer isn’t looking me in the eyes and whispering sweet words of love. If I wanted to see explosions, special effects, colored lights, confetti, and inflatable pigs, I would go to the cinema or to see Iron Maiden... but unfortunately, I’ve already outgrown the Metal Up Your Ass, beer, and acne phase. If some whiny brat is unhappy with the show he’s been given: please, step forward, grab your little guitar or whatever instrument you play, get your musician buddies together, form a band, and do better than Tool. Put in lots of colored lights, bikini dancers, confetti, inflatable dolls, explosions, and singers bouncing around like Teletubbies on speed! Sure, during a concert you look around too, but music comes first (at least in my opinion, otherwise we’d be back to the cinema discussion). For crying out loud, they’re there to play, not to put on a fashion show! And musically speaking, I’m sorry, but I can’t criticize Tool. If, however, according to "certain" enlightened individuals, this fucking awesome group has musical deficiencies: fuck off, please do better, and then I’ll come lick your ass clean! Tool is a band for everyone and a band for no one (considering that with your nickname and your high school bravado you think you’re so cool, do you catch the reference??). Read a bit of Federico, maybe you’ll learn some humility... and maybe even introspection. Can you do better? Probably not. I don’t complain and I try to enjoy what I have. Which, look at that, brings me to live in a state of greater serenity, while you, acting all pissed off at the world, reasoning like a punk wannabe - I mean, I’m like studying communication sciences, like, I think this world is sick inside, but I believe in social centers and philosophy - can't even enjoy the simple fact that you have Tool right in front of your eyes, playing for you and they’re awesome. Now I’ll say goodbye as I’m off to do more interesting things.

For Corinzio: Okay, I also go to concerts to see, alright. But the point you don't want to understand is the following: what the hell do you care if that idiot instead of singing with a perpendicular angle of incidence to the audience, stands at a 3/4 angle or with his back turned? Is he on stage? Yes. Is he singing? Yes. Is he doing some exciting little dance moves? Yes. So what? What annoys me more is Adam Jones who didn’t move an inch from where he was. What annoys me more is the fact that there was a stage that was 8 square centimeters. You see, the problem is that we were unlucky enough to be born in Italy. Now, put yourself in the shoes of any of those four guys. With the money that 25,000 people give you in one night, you could wipe your ass with your balls. You have a nearly twenty-year career behind you, a hot wife, a cool house. You get off the stage and find 50 fifteen-year-olds who want to be deflowered by you. Do you think you would pay attention to the requests of four asshole southerners, pizza mama mandolin?? Or do you think instead "They can come kiss my ass because I had the courtesy to give a damn about them for 3 shows!"???? I was at the concert near a group of Croatians and a couple of Greeks. They traveled a hell of a distance to see Tool, their countries aren't even acknowledged by Tiziano Ferro, and the music they have is made by playing goat entrails. Now, they weren't whining because the singer wasn't smiling at them. They were thanking their god in their language for being kind and allowing them to see Tool. You, on the other hand, are a frustrated asshole who, to relieve some of that frustration, is connected to the internet 24 hours a day insulting people you don't even know, BUT GUESS WHAT, I DO IT TOO!!!!! Please, stop being a pain in the ass, be grateful to Tool for coming to Italy, WHICH IS NOT THEIR DUTY (do you think you have rights as a fan?), turn off that damn computer and go find a teenager to deflower like Danny Carey would!

So... I sense sources of negative energy... Obviously, finding open-minded people is particularly difficult. It may be that my parents made me study Plotinus... but at least I can judge reality more objectively. So, when I talk about flash, it’s because I know a thing or two about it; you see, I've been living with cameras since I was born. So, if you use a built-in flash (like those in compact cameras) to capture a subject in long shot in the dark, the only thing you get is a photo with the foreground burned out and the background completely invisible. Flashes (I’m not talking about external ones, because basically not all the losers who buy cameras want to spend 15,000 euros on professional gear) have a maximum range of 3 to 5 meters, beyond which you see the boogers in the nose of the person in front of you, horrendously overexposed, and the background, black, completely underexposed.

Ah, 22 is also the number of letters in the Hebrew alphabet.. in short, a topic that has no end.

ohjesus, anyway my meltdown wasn't referring to you.. but to others.
Because a) it's the jersey of a player from Kansas (Danny is originally from there) whom Carey was inspired by when he played young.. and B) 22 is the number of archetypes... and explaining what they are is a bit long and complicated.. very briefly, archè in Greek means origin, they would be the foundational entities of man (like good, evil, etc). It is a number composed of the following factors: 1, 2, and 11. Since the sum of the respective factors is 14 < 22, it is a defective number. It's a pentagonal number, meaning a number that represents the geometric figure of the pentagon (explaining what the pentagon has to do with it seems pretty obvious to me). It's the name of an asteroid.