puntiniCAZpuntini

Strangler, I reply to you with patate alla Lombarda, if you insist. And just know that I will do it, don’t provoke me...

Give it a try, strangler. One will give you a very serious, even very intelligent speech, you look at him and with a serious expression you say, "so what?". You’ll see that man will love you. Then, for his birthday, give him a bouquet of blue roses, because Michele Zarrillo seems like a fool, but, so what?

You're too kind vv, if all women were like you.. :D / And you strangler... you still don't get my point, my point is: I don't give a damn about having a conversation with you. Do I come off as a fool? who cares. As intelligent? better. Do I not come off at all? That's fine too. The final point of it all revolves around: "so what?" . I personally, I don't care to engage my brain while I'm here. I come here to switch it off, my brain. Is that clear to you now? I could be an idiot, like I could just do that, like I could be Giovanni Rana. The point always comes back to "so what?"

poo.

And I’ll repeat it, give me a blowjob, maybe that's where the problem is. If you’re not into the girl, if she doesn’t attract you like she should, and you’re just doing it because your friends do, then come here, this dick is just waiting for you.

Get a life, find a job, fall in love, go around throwing flowers with a goofy, sweet face, you have serious problems, I'm telling you this as someone who has a lot of mental fireworks going off in his head, but I still manage to think clearly enough to understand that music is just something you like, not a subject to dwell on. You can have 78,000 mental ramblings about this cd; it will always remain the same cd, but you've just wasted two hours. Who's the idiot? The one who spends two hours with girls, or the one who spends them thinking about how it would be if the drums had been played by superpippo instead of Gionni Seme Di Mela?

And maybe I’m only 12, but I can figure out with my young brain that music is just bullshit. You know why it’s bullshit? Because it doesn’t depend on me. Why am I even talking about it, sorry? I can say whatever I want, but the CD is already pressed, it stays the same, what’s the point of wasting time thinking about it, sorry VIROLA poor fool? Musicians couldn’t care less about me, so why should I care about them? You know how much I don’t give a fuck about Josh Homme... yeah, okay, really great, but if he rear-ends me at a traffic light and then wants to be right, I’m not asking him for an autograph, you know? I’d try to break his fingers one by one, and then I’d look at him and say... and now, your fucking guitar, how do you play it, huh? Fatso.

Strangler, maybe there's a moron here. Here’s someone who can’t tell a joke from something serious. No, not that phrase nooo, no, not the whole review noo, just the entire site. Oh poor idiot, do you really think that someone named puntiniCAZpuntini is aiming for seriousness? Someone who does 80 reviews without even mentioning half an album is aiming for seriousness? I could very well be a rich kid. Let's say I am... so what? First you tell me: "listen with your ears" and then you conclude with rich kid. You know what the problem is? You’re serious. And you're putting yourself on my level while I’m here saying << Tell him Clito, you tell him how the hell my shirt is, you tell him... unbelievers. Here we talk about guitarists, about music, about CDs... but what about bleaching, huh? Who’s thinking about that? Do I have to do everything myself? This house is falling apart, and no one thanks me. Holy Ghidda Buttanazza. >> You’re so out of it that you don't understand that I will never respond to you. Not because I don’t know what to say, not because of that and not for any other reason. I just don’t give a damn about what’s written here. If you were to write it on my forehead, fine, but first of all, you wouldn’t manage to do it, and secondly, I’ll go to the bathroom, wash up, and the writing disappears. Get a job, make a life because you’re not doing well, my boy, if you seriously consider the Clapton Vs. Page discussions. And before you can talk seriously with me, you need to eat your beans. But not about music, huh, how the hell can you talk seriously about music? It’s nonsense, it’s a hobby, it’s a passion... and seriousness would kill it. If you want to talk about the rising cost of steel, I’m here. Just that you should turn on your brain first, you know?

and a little more... come on guys, coooooooompact, cooooooompact. But be more composed, come on, come on with those legs, come on, damn it, come on.

I Vote Penny Lane, Is in My Ear, and In My Eye.