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Beautiful reading, truly beautiful. If the album lives up to it, I'll buy it.

Hildegarda is great and I’m just a little fan of hers (there’s a nice review by JoP, -have you read it?- to which I wanted to add samples for a long time and sooner or later I will). What you say about post-rock is essentially what I wrote: "...that area constantly balancing between dilation and deflagration. Unresolved by vocation, drained and at times draining in the attempt to reconcile the irreconcilable..." Only I don’t mind it at all... I’ve heard something from Dei Gatto, they seem good. There’s also a nice review of theirs in DeB. But the problem, as you know, is that there’s not enough time to satisfy all the "curiosities" - As for the fur: I’m a bit scruffy. Bye.

Thank you, Lello. From the samples, I believe you have an idea. It's a simple record, but it has something... - @The Real Ramona :) - Thank you too, Leonid. I saw the Lambrettas live as support for the Clash, I think. Or was it Marley? Damn, I can't remember... I understand you, but I really enjoy floating from one thing to another. Maybe from one extreme to the other throughout the day. Can I suggest a "fun" record for those who love uplifting rhythms? It’s from 2006, released by a label created by one of the Rancid, and I think it might resonate with your "moment": The Aggrolites, self-titled. Let's be clear, not a masterpiece, but it deserves a 7+. I was thinking of writing a couple of lines, I don’t know...

In fact, upon re-reading it, I like it more.

Oh yes, I gladly lower my crest, but you should control your erection. You're cute, so upright and sententious. But too much blood flow... Anyway, thank you for the conversational tone and the evident intent to engage in dialogue that motivates you. And for expressing yourself about me with such passion. I don’t recall ever having met you, but if you say you’ve said things to me, I certainly trust you. Strange that I would forget such a significant encounter: someone who cares about me, who decides to judge me and pursues me to tell me so, who devotes their attention to me. And then explains all these things that I can’t understand, while they seem so clear to him and to those on “his side.” Yes, because it seems you’ve decided that there’s a conflict going on and one must take a side (I’m the usual distracted one; I thought it was just a conversation). All of this should be wonderful; I should be flattered by such attention, I suppose. And I think that for others it might be a great opportunity to vent. Unfortunately, to me, it mostly seems depressing. I hope you’ll forgive me if I take my leave by acknowledging everything you say and, declaring myself soundly defeated, I extend my sincerest wishes for well-being and serenity. If you don’t forgive me, I’ll try to come to terms with it, but it will be hard. I take this opportunity, before fleeing, to greet the other interlocutors as well, declaring absolute absence of animosity and resentment, ‘because I really can’t take it; it’s exhausting. - P.S. especially for you, dear I Have A Penis: the text of various posts will remain, as usual, and anyone reading can personally verify where traces of arrogance, abominable ways, and "contemptuous mood" can be found. - Bye.

They were recording the album. I wasn't there, but I trust what’s written in the booklet :)

I saw them live, several years later. Vega was wearing a silver jumpsuit, with a zip in front, a bit of a belly. I don’t remember much else... When this album came out, I played it to death. You two are great guys.

Ah, but I see you continue... Even with the term history, you indulge in petty meanness: I did not attribute the word to him, I used it myself. May I, please? Can I consider that Mr. Carmelo Bene has a place in history, even if it's just in my private history? I see you insist on this low-level practice. Perhaps I'll come back one of these days to see what else you have found to cling to. Now it's off to bed, you've astonished me with such absolute and definitive culture; at a certain age, discovering so many new absolute truths all at once is exhausting, I'm tired. Goodnight again.

And for you to come and tell me what I should or shouldn’t watch, what I could or couldn’t understand, to reprimand me for potentially offending, based on this, the figure of an author that you have naturally understood perfectly, and who also has the audacity, of all people, to write "you don’t know me, you don’t even know my age or my studies and what interests me" is a perfect closing. There’s not much more to add, because it seems to me that you’re less interested in comparing opinions than in waving flags and “explaining” to us the created world. Your consideration of how much I would have grasped from Bene’s work is interesting, deduced with surprising insight. I don’t know when you first saw Bene live, when you had the chance to come into contact with his absence, when you saw Salomè for the first time. For me it’s been many years, perhaps around thirty, since the first time. Thank you for explaining so many things to me, and I apologize for expressing opinions not covered in your little manual of world interpretation. Goodnight.

Torrenziale Alias, I have already answered your "questions" in previous posts, before you even formulated them, in a quite understandable way, I believe. Starting from the banality of the genius mocking the audience, sure, it can be seen that way, but allow me, doc, to disagree entirely. Naturally, in your eagerness to define others based on their opinions, or what you want to interpret from them (an eagerness that you amusingly attribute to me), I am therefore assimilated to the audience. Congratulations. The curious thing, however, besides the fact that you have barely referred to what I wrote, is that you have constructed this emphatic tirade (what’s happening to you? You seem agitated) on a WIDELY KNOWN AND INACCURACY: I NEVER USED THE WORD PERFORMANCE IN REFERENCE TO BENE'S WORK. Taking advantage of the presence of that term (to play a pose is truly a petty grasp, but if you like it, as you clearly did, indulge yourself) to lavish all your display of quotations was indeed a brilliant move.