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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.

But does Toby Driver have anything to do with it, or are they just similar to him?

I see your Shalom, and I raise you two Kibbutz. I know you have a double pair; you can't bluff.

You can't resell it unless you're circumcised. The choice is yours.