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Strong is this dance around one's gaze/listen, Bogus. It happens to me too with certain records, and not just with records. With many things. An old blind writer, in a sort of vocabulary, applies the definition of "one of the names of intelligence" to the entry doubt.

Hey there, Mr. Pacino. I hope you won't mind my intrusion; I was just thinking about it the other day while listening to Meredith Monk. About what? The blissful absence of meaning, the voice as sound among others, the taste, sometimes exquisite, of vocal melodies stripped of their filling of meaning. How much I would like certain songs, which I haven't had the patience or the desire to translate (I'm a decent ignoramus, I rarely understand English lyrics right away), even more, discovering, "assessing" (I could/should do it), the sense of the text, transforming the voice from one instrument among others into an instrument of expression. Not always, mind you. And it’s not, as I said, directly linked to this tail of comments, in which it seems to me that you’ve received enough suggestions and “hints” Sventrano, bam!! :) I don’t know if I’ve been confusing enough; I’m certainly feeling a bit out of it today. See you around.

Certo, invia pure il testo e procederò con la traduzione.

I'm back, Enk, as promised. And the rec. is still there. So it was true. And there's more, you're even civil in your replies to comments, to an extent I couldn't have imagined just a little while ago. You may have noticed that I'm also in the "stay on point" faction, but sometimes, certain "settings" speak louder than some assignments, which, by the way, are often less exhaustive. For instance, in another review, I gave five to a significant and well-written text (and I don't read that many, alas) that provided no information, and then I asked the author to try to combine the two things. So I'm trying to remedy a decline that I find unacceptable, as a principle. I wouldn't want this operation, of merely mathematical/ethical nature, to contribute, however, to the expansion of your ego. Be careful.

Why has it been read so poorly, around? Maybe I'm confusing it with others. I also find it lovely, the single.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, I saw you liked this rec. Do you like the album that much too? m. anyway, he’s good. I bet he will decide to challenge himself with the less emotional part of the matter. Despite his statement of intent. Because it’s stimulating to try what doesn’t come naturally to us, and it also enriches the "sensitive" side. If I lose the bet I’ll be sorry, but I’ll still read probably interesting things. If I win, I’ll keep enjoying the reading and I won’t need too many detours on the web. And that’s no small thing, I would say :)

But aside from jokes, has any genius porn maker ever made Star Whores? In that case, I want it! - No, it's a dubbing joke! But is it really funny? Perhaps only for fans of the real one...

Anyway, I absolutely love these hyperboles. This album seems to trigger them: in a post above, it says that the Travis have done one good thing and yet it's one of the most beautiful of the last ten years! (A sort of Vermeer mystery in music) Well... the previous album, what was it called, The Invisible Band? It was a good pop album, showcasing the ability to write light songs, to arrange them without overdoing it, to hit upon some valuable melodic insights. I'm told that this confirms and, to some extent, expands their spectrum. Do we really always have to ask more from an album of songs? Who knows.

Beautiful were for me Vulvaland (just the name) and Iaora Thaiti, then Autoditacker and Niun Niggung.
There’s personality, Giubbo. Not a small thing.

But it's Warhol the above, hyper, overrated, Rose'baby. This product is excellent, and not serial, unlike the productions of the genius of $. It's high-level craftsmanship, and it pays exclusively for the vice, adolescent but widespread, 'that adolescent is "rock", of mythologization as a form, simultaneously, of exaltation and concealment. Reducing the anxiety of establishing personal mythological rankings, loosening attention to the supposed "epochal" plot (god, what a horrible term) to enjoy the specific, to savor the less, which contains, that does, and he alone, the "more." My personal recipe, which I recommend for the effective results achieved so far. But also no, of course. Every palate has its weaknesses. Here today is a beautiful day. I'm leaving the cave, going for a walk.