bogusman

But you see... the thing I find most senseless is your ANIMOSITY towards something that no longer exists (once again). Punk (like prog) was there, it had its say, it left its marks, and that's that. Now it’s a historicized phenomenon like many others. You know who you remind me of? Grandpa Simpson, constantly ranting against those dirty communists (in America in the 90s, got it???).

ooops I almost forgot

AHAHAAHAHAAHAAAAHAH! poor guy! What terrible nights we made you spend with that discussion about CCCP-fedeli alla linea. Of course, you could have bothered to write something decent instead of repeating for the umpteenth time your vacuous anti-punk drivel. :-D

thank you so much Kosmogabri for the tip about the film on/about Basquiat. I completely missed this Downtown 81, and just hearing the list of characters involved in the film is making me produce an absolutely abnormal amount of drool...
I had seen that crappy movie "Basquiat" (directed by Julian Schnabel, and he's not an idiot) where the only cool thing was Bowie playing Warhol.

I have to drink a bit
of this bitter chalice
I have to drink a lot
until I hit the bottom
SHATTERED BLUE LIGHT
black rifles at the ready
- the swift documents -
I'm cold here at the nape
I move relaxed
- if you want, I’ll raise my hands -
everything is under control
I slowly restart
I should drink a bit
of this bitter chalice
I should drink a lot
until I hit the bottom
TACTICS STRATEGY
ABNEGATION STRENGTH
I have emptiness in my head
I move little and poorly
imaginary vacations
in the new Cambodia
they shatter the assault
on the sky of Paris
televised weekends
in old Poland
suffocate the hold
of winter buildings
outside of TIME and HISTORY
away from ETERNITY
explained and re-explained
outside of TIME and HISTORY
away from ETERNITY
from CYCLES from PROJECTS
from radiant FUTURES
from the SUN of tomorrow
from glorious ARMIES
from STARS from SYMBOLS
from humanitarian DAWNS
the past is deflated
the present is a market
- come on kids
watch out for the dealers
watch out for the candies

amazing also off white (james white & the blacks) with the hyper-disco version of Contort Yourself and even a porn call from Lydia Lunch!!! Then I think I also heard some later live sets, but the best stuff seems to me to be these.

I'm listening to it right now and it’s a true delight. A friend of mine lent me this 1993 edition (High Tide) that combines the soundtrack of Herzog's film "Aguirre" (for the first 6 tracks) with the album "In der Garten Pharaos" for the remaining two. But here there’s no track titled "Spirit Of Peace."

And instead, seriously, and definitely in my opinion, Affinità-Divergenze is one of the best examples of writing in Italian in the rock scene. There's urgency, malice, pain, frustration, creativity, despair, intelligence (even if you don’t see it, amen). I’m equally astonished at how you can judge it as just stupid music. Really, I don’t know what to say.

I am quite happy to have "the problem" of listening to different things (according to some, irreconcilable) without being intimidated by a spectral cover or by assholes in ridiculous t-shirts. Anyway, fuck it, I’m really glad about this discussion and to have started with you this fruitful exchange of ideas. For now, I’d say we can conclude here. Or not?

a colder, sharper
dry and tense chords
signal your entrance
into my memory
consume me, destroy me
it’s been a while since I’ve been bored
I await an emotion
ever more indefinable
empty and useless theaters could crowd
if you proposed to perform yourself
Emilia Paranoica
burns Tyre, Sidon the roipnol makes a mess
when mixed with alcohol
bombers over Beirut
two three four plegines
ask seventy-seven
if you don't know how to do it
E. MI. LI A. PA. RA. NO. oi.oi.oi.oi. CA.
I can be a happy fool
a pre-political junkie
the one who disappears into love stories
walking lightly, satisfied with myself
from Reggio to Parma, from Parma to Reggio,
to Modena, to Carpi, to Carpi to Tuwat
Emilia of stupid dissolving nights
disappearing one by one, powerless
in a new place of the A.R.C.I.
Emilia of agitated nights to save a life
Emilia of quiet nights
in which seduction is sleeping
Emilia of nights remembered
without happiness returning
Emilia of waiting nights of I no longer know
which love of mine that doesn’t die
and it’s not you and it’s not you
EMILIA PARANOICA
EMILIA PARANOICA
PA.RA.NOI.CA. PA.RA.NOI.CA.
I await an emotion
ever more indefinable
ever more indefinable