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If you haven't seen it all, well, not on some damn cellphone or some bullshit monitor, not in bits and pieces or after it's been over for a while (but while it was airing, taking into account what was on at that moment), it's better not to express judgments, or frankly inadequate comparisons. - I also notice an excess of euphoria in the text, which @[nes] summarizes bluntly above, but a couple of genuinely accurate points (even more than a couple) the young man hits right on, and they needed to be said, they need to be said, about this essential series. I could occupy a couple of home pages, but it's too late now; it's all over, and the tide of series has invaded every nook and cranny, water high or not. And that's why I appreciate Mayham's choice and forgive him for the emphasis and enthusiasm, which in this case (I haven't read his other works) are almost necessary to keep alive the memory of a work that is, in all respects, a thing of the past. Like history, after all.

But think...

Why hadn't I read it? One of the best films of the decade. And an unpublished Jurix...

@[Pinhead] Read your comment, downloaded it, I'm listening. It seems to me that young Ry is in great shape. I read in the booklet that two of his companions on this album, however, died before the release of the record... ]

Well done (2) Aronne. Flaiano was hovering over the live broadcast from the Senate the other day. Do you happen to know who will publish his report?

Great move, Aronne.

If you don't understand beautiful music and want to drink beer, go to the brewery, because the Teppisti don't need snobbish people. You see, they became famous back in '73 and they're still at the top, and already in the '70s they were the most loved ones at the prison in Trani and in all the institutions I've been to. Be careful how you write, because you're offending. It's been months since I've been here on Debaser, and you had to write this right now? And all the other comments making fun of the Teppisti are a disgrace. Clearly, Italy doesn’t deserve true artists like them. You'd better write about the Pinfloi instead of things you don’t understand.

I would have appreciated a more thorough and detailed analysis of an album of such fundamental importance, by a glorious and immortal band. But if you have chosen to be brief, you must have had your good reasons.

We took some nude photos one blazing sunny afternoon, a lifetime ago, between the columns of the temple—me and what is now my wife. I can hardly believe it now, but we did. There was no one around; it was like being thrown back in time. There was no one, except for us and... a cat.

Thank you, I will gladly listen.