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It’s not the first time I’ve heard negative judgments about the cover of this album, and I don’t understand why. It’s so cheerful with its beautiful yellow and the photo of el Ry that looks a bit tipsy! Its Naiveté is actually its strong point. Simple, spontaneous, and straightforward like the music played by Cooder. And to put it in Beefheart's words, as certain as milk... .

Stunning live anthology for Hutter & Schneider. For those who missed the last 30 years of futuristic Kraftwerkian electronics. Live (twenty years ago in Padua) they were incredibly fun and engaging. (And someone wanted a "synthesized" version of "Johnny B. Goode" as an encore.) Unmissable "Pocket Calculator" in the Japanese version above all.

Here, good, keep sleeping, it's better. Deflated ball. In the meantime, reconsider the quality of that nut of a pseudobrain, assuming you have one, before you fall asleep.

I just received post 42; in any case, I believe the essence of what I mean is still clear.

@Contemplation: I think you misunderstood: "I wrote 'forms', not 'superior forces', and I was only referring to his genius. There is much to discuss regarding the figure of Monk. Furthermore, there is no personal 'totem'; at most, it is great admiration: aimed solely at, and perhaps in this case, a prayer of respect towards a great historical figure, who in my opinion, at most, had excusable presumptions in terms of character, certainly not arrogance. His music was negatively affected only in the last period when his psychophysical well-being deteriorated. (And that goes without saying, I believe). I bid you farewell without astonishment :)

I repeat: get out of the way, you're doing everyone a favor, fool. Moreover, you're also ignorant: "mosce" is spelled without an "i". Go back to elementary school, Jack.

Sorry Alfredo, I really don’t feel like comparing oranges with strawberries based on their size or the characteristics of their taste, or assigning them a relative or absolute value for their qualities that are definitely at opposite ends. They are, clearly, two wonderfully complementary ways of being different and simultaneously splendid and tasty.

Nothing to do. The fool continues to unbearably vomit his troubled rants and disturbed delusions (and unfortunately I expected this, given the subject). Get lost, it's time. We can't take any more of your idiotic delusions and stupid metaphors. You're hopelessly stupid, boring, repetitive, and manic. Convince yourself: It's clear that you have definitely worn out your welcome with everyone. Your idiotic appeals to Basaglia and the closure of asylums should be directed only at yourself, out of control and sounding the way you do. You don't charm either me or anyone else with your attempts at "transference." Is there anyone, at least in your family, who cares for you, or are you free to disturb your neighbors without any restraint? In reality, you're just a lonely and definitively worthless jerk, a deflated balloon. And above all, you're a miserable and useless being. You just provoke pity. I repeat: go bother someone else; the world is full of idiots like you, moron. And as for music, by the way, it's clear that you don't care and know nothing. Go write your demented nonsense as a sexually repressed person who gets "transgressively" excited with the little nun in other places frequented by maniacs like you. You'll see that you'll get along well with other disturbed people. Otherwise, the mental health service might be able to help you. But you need to go as soon as possible, or you'll risk worsening your dangerously socially at-risk state and the possible consequences for normal people. The important thing is that you get yourself definitively out of my and others', preferably, way. Goodbye, deflated balloon. Sorry, Supersoul, for these last unpleasant comments, but when it’s necessary, it’s necessary. I’ll close here with this shocking and detestable Taliban animal.

You are becoming more and more pathetic and boring. You can't go into a coma. You've already been in one for a while, but no one has told you. Didn't you say you wanted to take amphetamines? So, be serious for once and do it; behave yourself! It will help you forget what a zero you are. You'll see that then you'll be convinced forever that you're definitely a superman, better than everyone else. That is, as long as you don't kick the bucket first.

Good job, take a kilo of amphetamines, so we don't hear about you anymore. After all, no one will miss you.