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Bjorky, do you also sell by mail? I’d like to refresh my lingerie wardrobe...

Finally, a review that hosts interesting comments. I also quote Fidia, especially on "magnetism." But one thing doesn’t exclude the other... - I leave a small contribution for reflection: have you ever noticed that, percentage-wise, the best behinds belong to young ladies whose faces are often not exactly beautiful?

I don't know, I listened to it a bit as soon as it came out last year: a rather disappointing listen, considering what I had read: I'd say a 3. Maybe one of these days I'll give it another chance.

It's true, that piece is too reminiscent of the Church. - "The music industry is becoming a place where the rich get richer and the poor get poorer"; well, it seems to work like that for the rest of the world as well... - I vote for Scarlet's tits (or Sandra's: they're the same but they're not in Hollywood)

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At Canenero: Sabrina Salerno. There's no story. - A beautiful page, really.

Yes, MF, it's true: if I run into her at the park, I think I might bother her...

No, Nick. I also appreciated Barton quite a lot back then. But if you haven't seen "The Man Who Wasn't There," you've done yourself a disservice. Bjorky is right (but "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" is perhaps the least convincing for me, despite the nice soundtrack). And then you absolutely have to check out the debut, Blood Simple...

Hi, Megafuzzu. More than Winehouse? Did you see how she went off the rails, my little one?

Lariana, no, I'm not bothered. I simply see it differently. A summary can be a quality, but it's certainly not the only one. For instance, I prefer the pleasantness of the text, the quality of writing. I've written about seventy pages here, or maybe even more. And I certainly don't have any urges to be a reviewer. I did it in the immediacy of a listening experience, following a particular thread that came from the listening and letting it take me where it needed to go. I've never "constructed" one. I wrote ALL of them just as you read them. And I tried, each time, to let them adhere to the spirit with which I perceived the album, the musician. In short, I've never cared about finding a "formula" to write a "review." I don't even call my pages by that term. I refused to write reviews over twenty years ago, and I certainly wouldn't do it now. Here, it was a form of sharing in a context I liked: it amused me, in a few minutes, to find the words to put together a page and then exchange opinions in the comments. Now I wouldn't do that anymore. I stop by to read some "reviews," jot down some titles, and sometimes post a comment. But I think I'll be stopping by less and less. Regards and kisses.