NickGhostDrake

I have to get to know you, I believe a beautiful friendship could blossom.

I apologize for interrupting, but I've noticed that lately there's been a trend for harsh criticisms without any real understanding or solid ideas (I imagine you need ideas to criticize, but I could be wrong). Now, if you want to engage in easy irony, that's fine by me, but even for irony, a basic idea is necessary, and you don’t have one. Therefore, I can easily dismantle your argument: you say in "Exit Music" that Yorke sings like a Brazilian hooker, I say he sings like a God. It’s a matter of taste. In "Airbag" you suggest he sings about things that nobody cares about, and then I say: if you don’t care to listen to someone’s issues, what the hell should I write about in a song? Or in a poem? Or in a book? It’s a matter of taste. Your review is just a list of tastes, and from your 40 lines, I’ve only understood one thing about your preferences, which is that you don’t like B-movies from Portugal, and here too, I can’t agree with you, since I’ve never seen one. One, just like the rating I’m giving you. I’m not proofreading, but I’m sure I wrote this like a spastic, pardon.

how punk you are

But why aren't they all like you?

you are beautiful tepes, don't listen to them, they're jealous. I like you just the way you are.

Dioga' how long it is, I envy you like crazy, it's fantastic.

Here it is: Trevor Dann, I also wrote an editorial about him back then, and I had forgotten all about it. >> Pagina non trovata Haloa!

note for the wonderful editors: can you change the singer's name from Anthony to Antony? That way the car_ reviewer_ will immediately notice that we are at the fourth review of this album...

The last book I read (but I even forgot the name of the author, you can imagine what a pleasant read it was) was an interesting psychological examination of Nick Drake with truly unpredictable twists: essentially, the book was based on the theorem that Nick committed suicide because he smoked too much weed. If you're interested, I can do a quick search on Google and let you know the name of the beast who wrote the book. Oh, but you know I like you? I think I’ve even figured out who you are, and I feel even worse for being such a real jerk ;)

Is it a book by some Italian? I think I've heard of it. Anyway, I've read a couple, but this one I've only heard of. By the way, I wanted to apologize for being a bit of a brute in the first message; you can understand that on a Sunday morning with the symptoms of a hangover and office papers, it's hard for me to smile at life...