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<< "I know Travaglio longer than you do, gnè gnè!" >> I wrote "If someone has the cornerstones of Travaglio at home," because I know that many here have them, as I understood you didn't. << I review whatever I want, okay? >> And I have the same freedom to criticize, okay? << Even a Christmas greatest hits that comes into my hands, >> Then say it’s a Christmas Greatest Hits. Otherwise, you confuse the future user of the work. You're still recommending a purchase, these aren’t CDs you can download. << many congratulations on your possession of the old releases by Travaglio >> I repeat that I talked about "someone who possesses," I didn't specify "the one." << of which no one asked you >> And who asked you what you thought of Ad Personam? Did they send you an email from the White House? << and of which you cannot know if others have it or not. >> I can’t know, but I can do 2 + 2. << By the way, I still have to remind you that your know-it-all attitude really makes you look comical when not pathetic. >> This sentence means nothing. << The merit of having discovered hot water >> Detective Journalist, did I write that?

Araya, all it took was for me to point out that you don't know who you're talking about, for you to already eliminate the space after the punctuation and reduce the ellipsis from three to two dots. Maybe that means I was right? ahahaha

20 years ago, he was 26 and a bit young to be chatting about certain things. At 31 (15 years ago), he was already making his mark with "Il Pollaio Delle Libertà."

For me, it's a must to buy 1978, which is the last 5-star album by Area. This is the last invaluable record, the final timeless gem, the Italian apotheosis of music. "Disco da 5" is really too little.

More than anything, the reviewer deserves a 1 for not having even the slightest realization that they are holding a Christmas Greatest Hits, perhaps because, having never read anything before, they didn't notice the tons and tons of references. I find Travaglio to be someone who always writes for "new disciples" rather than one who gets "followed," but from a practical standpoint, these Greatest Hits serve people like Francis Araya, who might have been watching Pokémon when La Scomparsa Dei Fatti or Il Pollaio Delle Libertà came out. If someone has the cornerstones of Travaglio at home, continues to follow his articles in the newspaper and Gomez's books in bookstores, with this book, they can light the fireplace for Christmas. Travaglio has become commercial, and it's good that he remains so; perhaps this year fewer people will go see the Vanzina films because they bought this instead. Many are losing interest in Travaglio precisely because of his "last-minute fans" who waste unnecessary and nonsensical praises and galactic nonsense like “frenzied and meticulous consultation of the archives of the prosecutors conducted by our journalist-detective.” For those things, obviously, he now pays people. He pays both the workers who sift through for him and the sources of the juicier news. Without money in Italy, you can't do a damn thing, especially as a detective. He is a human being, and above all, he is Italian, so he cannot possess superpowers that allow him to be on YouTube, in newspapers, on TV, sifting through prosecutors' offices, writing 600 pages a year. And just to finish the discourse on superheroes: Indro Montanelli in the 1930s wrote fascist praises with infinite love for the Duce.

A friend of mine says that Mr. Oizo is one of those artists you say, "hey, isn't this just some tacky unz unz, this is crazy and indecipherable so it's cool!" because you don't have the courage to say "nice sounds, but I can't tell where it's going." To me, he really has no sense of rhythm, and often ruins beautiful insights.

Ah, okay. But I still have my doubts :)

I'm currently at home in front of my computer. The computer is a silver MacBook that I care about a lot. I'm drinking coffee. I'm listening to Elton John, which relaxes me quite a bit. I just created an event on Facebook. >> is gay. Tell me I got it right.

The sheep that says BUUUUD at the beginning of the Dopefight track is the most beautiful and brilliant thing of 2010.

They confused Grunge by mixing in half of Seattle, but okay, it was still Seattle, and it was almost always rock. Sometimes a bit harder, sometimes less so, but Seattle and always rock. Soon enough, we'll have sludge bands from Manhattan, playing technically, very fast, and talking about the fluctuations of the Nasdaq on the American economy, condemning soft drugs, but still sludge. The Straight-Sledge.