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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.

<< One like Iriondo wouldn’t even get involved. >> There’s a crisis, the shop is always half empty...

"When I listened to the Dogo, I could feel them banging around, girls going here and there with guns for the bamba and sniffing hard, all in an escalation like Scarface... I don't know. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to listen to them. There's so many people (at least ten), and they release six albums a year with the Dogo Gang logo; who knows what you've heard and especially who. Then, obviously, you listened to them with mistrust and little ear for metrics, so you heard PISTOL and then GIRL and then COCA, and maybe you associated them. Maybe they said 'my rhyme is a pistol, it hits you harder than coke, and my music is cooler.' The comparison to these no-guru really intrigues me. I didn't 'compare' them. The inspiration is pretty obvious, even if it's the opposite. This is the anthem of the hidden Milanese, the Dogo make anthems for the people out in the streets. Crap for teenagers, both of them."