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But dear, why does the humidity bother you? Has anyone asked you about your life? And does someone force you to write descriptive things? There were some quite concrete considerations about the way to "listen" to music, even before "describing" it, and I don't think they were drowned in either rhetoric or counter-rhetoric. Nor in any pseudo-expressionist effect. Maybe you missed them. But it doesn’t matter. In this boring real world (which looks nothing like a Beatles song), you can do what you want. Almost. What you can, when you can. Including thinking you can flatten the existing to a cartoonish dimension, simplifying reality to the absurd, and pretending to don the robes of a "liberator" of <Gibby Haynes from the mass categorization of words that "they" force him into>. Happy for you. - Best of luck with the cabaret (I'm not being sarcastic). It shouldn't be that impossible, given what’s on TV. However, I believe you will still have to put in some effort; I think there’s quite a crowd out there. It seems the world is full of people who want to "express themselves."

All of this happens, as I was saying, in a world that exists only in the mind of those who create it. They, the Butthole Surfers, are doing well, have a nice website, and for a while have been present on MySpace.com, where anyone can contact them, along with their little friends. They are in the real world, as concrete as grown-up kids who continue to organize their lives, trying to have fun, just like they always seem to have done. Did Sanjuro have fun writing this page? I hope so, because in the end, that’s what matters. Us reading it? Well, a little bit, in certain passages. A rating? A solid 3 and a half or a shaky 4. But what seems most interesting to me is knowing whether Sanjuro had fun. And if he will continue to try to follow the same path or if he ever happens to just listen to sounds and voices without attributing any functions to them. It’s not a bad way to listen. And it can be even exciting, if you've never tried it.

I don't understand this outburst of reactions... I didn't vote for him either (responding to "come on!"). The text is pleasant, a "stylistic exercise" that is, after all, a sort of continuation of other pages (even in that rather mediocre album by the Dwarves there was a sort of decalogue for the young rebel, if I recall correctly). It expresses some concepts with an attempt at noise that perhaps suffocates them; the terminology is forced to create an effect that was evidently hoped to be explosive. But it's nothing more than a sad love letter to a world that doesn't exist, that has never existed except in the frenzy of iconization, in the need to identify an enemy, in a listening to music that assigns it pseudopsychic, social, political, consolatory, demagogic, "revolutionary" functions. This happens with every "genre" when the approach is loaded with so many expectations, so many needs. To the point that one forgets about it, about the music itself. The essence, the sound, its "organization," the ways to produce and assemble it. The fact that, since the invention of recording and playback systems, starting from the phonograph, it has become something else, it has also become an object, and then, inevitably, a product, a commodity. A boring issue, indeed. One that is carefully avoided if one needs to find fetishes that win battles against those of others.

Certo! Inviami pure il testo e procederò con la traduzione.

Do you feel better now? How's it going over there today? Here the sky is too blue, but at times a little ghostly breeze blows. Every day the funny rituality: morning, afternoon, then, inevitably, evening. And after the darkness, yes, the night. And then we start again. All of this because of a revolution... It can be boring, I know. Sometimes you just have to vent a little. Do you feel better now? The record isn't bad, I enjoyed listening to it back then, while making the yarn with grandma among the dead relatives. You have a nice rhythm. You really like swear words, but after the twelfth they lose a bit of their flavor... It's better now, right?

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. @Sfascia: It seems Rodrigo is out with L'Einaudi, maybe they'll pass by your storage... @zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz: Can I tear the tickets at the entrance? :) - @Socrates: Dulce is good, I don't have that one... Listen, let's say we "feel" each other, and with extremely slow times included, we meet on the edge of the financial abyss, what do you think? - @Festwca: no, that's not it. But I've already scribbled down another three or four (a couple very loooong ones!) that will be coming out in a few days. The one I was telling you about, I want to listen to it a bit more before I express myself... - Bye bye.

Certo! Inviami pure il testo e procederò con la traduzione.

I wasn't familiar with this album, and it's true that, although the vast majority could apply to a good part of D.S.'s production, the few lines spark a certain curiosity. So I took a quick look on Amazon, where I also listened to the numerous samples. Discovering that the album features Ryuichi Sakamoto, Bill Frisell, Marc Ribot, Talvin Singh, brother Steve Hansen, Kenny Wheeler on one track, and a couple of female vocalists, Ingrid Chavez and Shree Maa. I believe I will find a way to listen to it, thanks for the tip.

I haven't heard from Siberry in ages. Maybe I'll drop by, thanks.

Well, Ajeje, a 2 seems unfair to me. As I was writing, my 3.5 reaches a 4 with kindness. I don't know his previous work, but this is a more than decent album, which perhaps should be listened to again with calm. So I should imagine that the others deserve a solid 5 if this one is a 2. However, I’m not sure I have enough imagination… I’ll end up picking an old title. Bye.