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The presence of Christ among the comments is almost mandatory. The fact that it is indeed the first comment is a good and right thing. - As you can see, old longhair, they also have a good memory of you and the "gift" for which they thank you... - Supersoul, Superbomb, Superthanks. (I'm sorry for the minkiate in your Beasts Of Bourbon's rece)

Mhhh... it’s true that a lot of improvised music, which starts from free but has become something else, is often at times "unlistenable," but it’s also true that a complete dedication to the "flow" requires freedom from any structure, including the fundamental rules of interplay. I believe that some works, like the "manifesto" you mention, do not rise to the level of masterpieces and, viewed from afar, from the aftermath through which we look, appear less significant than they might have been at their inception. - I know William Parker well and only know the other two by name. Of course, I will procure it. Thank you. Pages increasingly fluid: a legacy of free?

In the meantime, I've bought the album: for now, Helpless When She Smiles, Any Other Way, and Treat Me Right are my favorites.

Yes, but where did Monycka84 go? Come on, Mony, get in touch...

No way, People, I’m stubborn, I absolutely won’t give up. In the meantime, I’ve listened to the records again and Changing Hearts still pleases me more. Then Supersoul was clever to find the only track where the rhythms and a slightly more "cheerful" use of the choruses allow for a comparison with the fuselages. But there’s really no other connection; for me, they remain two distant things, and not a little, quite a lot. Finally, with Piero it’s no surprise: we’ve hardly ever discussed music, and with him, we would often disagree: he needs to fit everything into his perverse encyclopedic scheme and is often too schematic. But that’s fine; after all, it’s his "mission." I have none and I take the liberty to perceive things my own way. And between the Polyock and the B52, for me there’s a great distance (despite Shut your face).

Dear Melisso, don't bring coherence into this: I am forced to reach out to you since you struggle to understand. You are just an object of conversation, a human case among many. Talking about you like one talks about a particular form of colitis does not mean caring for you. If you’re reading our posts, don’t bring up coherence; those are things you cannot understand, you’re ignorant, remember? I had given you some good advice, I think. Now I say goodbye (and rest assured I won't reach out to you again, because if you still haven't understood, there is no hope). And I renew the advice: don’t be a pain in the ass. - P.S. I’ll leave you some emoticons, I know you like them so much :)))) :)))) :)))) :))))).

Oh, sorry Azzo, I wouldn’t have posted if I had seen your comment (we wrote almost at the same time).

Ecstasy and oppression, the embodiment of this century's rock, Carla Bruni, oral sex, live, dream directors, perpetual hiatus: how many ingredients to fuel a myth. I really have to listen to them as soon as I finish "Unbreakable," the latest from the Backstreet Boys...

Damn, I messed up: I meant to say more love in DeB.

You see, you two, Captain and Maledimiele? Maybe you'll end up dedicating each other an Afterhours song, (just like Mony said about one of the Bsb) Here’s more love in BeB, that's what I like... :)