odradek

And sorry, Pretazzo, wherever you and the avatar of Steve Albini are, this sentimental tail (which, with pretazzo, isn’t really off-target from the subject of the conversation)

Well, the comment was supposed to go above, in Aleradio's little cage. What a drag, these guys.

You pierce me right through, in person, in the act of. And I’m not joking: it’s as if I could see you, hear you, here and now. With horror. I want you to be clear that it’s an agnostic speaking to you, my son. Who couldn’t care less about appearing outdated, puritanical, pious, or other such niceties. And the insult to the virgin is not exempt from the same horror: in the sacredness of others' beliefs, I do not rank merits or greatness. (You can do whatever you want with that delightful old hag Ciccone, I won't watch.)

"Shut up when you talk!": I use it sometimes, with my wife. And she does, leading us into a silence heavy with forebodings, utterly non-sermonic. - Listen, you who write in a complicated but playful way, I haven't quite grasped what, in the record, allows you to define the character of silences: are there the moments preceding/following each silence? Are they notes traceable in the booklet? Are they your thoughts born from understanding the context of each single silence? Because all the things you say so wonderfully, leaving us with that sense of inadequacy and wonder, pushing us to discover the existence of Isidore Isou (whom until now we had blissfully ignored), well, all the things you write seem true and right, but we (this maiestatis, I don't know why it came out, so far it seems no one cares) would like to understand what allowed you to say these beautiful things. Also, because if the characters cannot be traced in the space of the silences themselves, we are talking about their contexts, and then we seem to be talking about something else, it seems to me. Do I understand myself?

Yes, and when you finish enjoying, put back in your profile a picture with your freshly styled hair, because that's how I think of you and that's how I want you. - Then: is there something we need to talk about, darling? Because I sense a melancholic tone in your words lately? Shall we meet out of sight of prying eyes?

Greetings to all DePassanti, from the resurrected odradek. Damn, it’s still striking to think that ten years have passed… I know, I’ve said it on other occasions, but it hits every time you realize it, especially since one joins DeB by chance, thinking I'll take a quick look and then…

Oh, good, I'm boring, I am. But you heard the album, didn't you! Even 5 stars? Then I wasn't wrong, it was nice...

The supreme version is by Ornella Vanoni. Not so much in the arrangement, which is somewhat school-like/pop, but in the way she handles her voice throughout the melodic line. The Avion Travel, who enjoyed great visibility thanks to their cover, which I find decidedly less interesting because of the usual epic/theatrical overload, despite the sobriety of the arrangement. - The epicenter (staying within the unrecognized metaphor present on the page) of the song is in the definitive synthesis of "si muore un po' per poter vivere." - P.S. the most beautiful love song (and other ailments) in Italian: 1st place "Domani è un altro giorno" - 2nd place "Se Perdo te."

These never covered, even though I hung out with the groups they came from... I fear it's too late for recovery, but you are an archaeologist with a mustache!

You have a kind of obsession with pianos, accordions, and little orchestras, or maybe it's Luludia, or both; I feel like I hear one playing every time I open a "yours" page.
We agree on the goats.