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Only review the shame of our sex, or is it a coincidence? You miss the Tatu. Think about it. In that case, I can give you some leads for a discounted lobotomy: there's no need for you to try to get it yourself with these things. Among women, we help each other.

Thank you for the review, Take That are and will always be great, nothing and no one can ever erase what they have done. I've been following them since I was a child, they have marked my childhood with their exceptional songs. Unforgettable, as always!
Name: maurin | Date: 23/5/2006 | Rating: 5 | Album Rating: 5 ////// Give your body to science. End your miserable existence with the first useful thing you have ever done. Redeem yourself, seek forgiveness from mom and dad. Better to disappear for a just cause than to continue living like this. With affection.

Do you realize that you are overturning millions of years of studies? When scholars had already established that as children you can be idiots and as adults you become sensible, here you are, remaining idiots no matter how much time passes. And there are too many of you now to say "the exception that proves the rule." Aside from the ignorance of claiming to be the first, when they are the English clone of "New Kids On The Block," who in turn are the American clone of the South American "Kids." Besides the fact that the global failure they encountered after the breakup is a tangible testimony to their worthlessness, you, madam, are concerning. You go against the theory of species evolution, remaining stuck after ten long years. And, in this alarming atmosphere, they even demand that there be more women in power in Italy?! To end up with Gabriel Garko as minister of finance? Your daddy should have used a belt against such filth. One word: shame. Actually, two: shame, idiots.

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Yeah, I know, I know. But what do you expect someone like him to contribute to writing stuff for Sting? I have a drummer friend (one of those who spends his life between school, private lessons, and garages) who claims it’s not unusual for a great drummer to write pieces for idiots; it takes him ten minutes. For instance, according to him, Vasco’s drummer is one of the best in Italy. Or just think of the one from APC (whose name I can't recall right now), who records for anyone and everyone. Even Furio Chirico from Arti & Mestieri (a human tornado) has his skeletons in the closet. After all, in commercial music, the drummer is always the least acknowledged; who the hell knows Nek’s drummer or Ligabue’s? They make money effortlessly and don’t even get their hands dirty. A guitarist already attracts more attention; you see them in DVDs and so on. The drummer is there, hidden, playing with one hand while the other scratches his balls given the simple tasks they are assigned. Even my friend plays Lunapop covers in a venue on Saturdays; the money they give him is used to buy the sticks he breaks pounding away like crazy in his garage. All of this stems from the fact that the drums are a demanding instrument, both in terms of money, space, and noise. If a kid doesn’t live in the countryside, it’s hard for him to play the drums; where the hell can he put them? How does he avoid waking the neighbors at night? A guitar is much simpler; in fact, the internet is full of ads saying “already formed band seeks drummer.” There’s more demand than supply, so those who can offer rightfully take advantage. In summary: Colaiuta, I forgive you; go ahead, Vinniebellodipapà.

...the drum set.

Sting is forced to make a virtue out of necessity: he’s got a small one. He says: "at least I know how to use it." Nonsense, you can know how to use a good one as much as you want, but you’ll never surpass a ducat. (It’s a typical saying from the Colaiuta family; he’s the one with the big one, enormous -> link rotto

At Poker cirrhosis, you only play with Jacks. (a breath of fresh air in this hot September, is a good and right thing)

PS: Word to the opening.

I knew nothing about his presence in the Scorpions. It was like that time a friend showed me a live performance of Sting. And I didn't understand why. Then he said to me: do you see that overweight guy on drums? Well, that’s Vinnie Colaiuta during a time when he was smashing double bass with double mozzarella. I’ve never been able to listen to Colaiuta the same way again, and Sting in the '90s, really, no thanks.