Mr_Iko

I was in a modified atmosphere dome on Mars's third region enjoying a sweet breeze of fresh electron beams generated by an auxiliary generator, while the interstellar GPS buzzed... A cosmic SMS! I read it and... damn, someone had the nerve to review the greatest philosopher of the 20th century! Well, it's time for me to pop over to those pages. Reluctantly bidding farewell to my Lady Stardust, as always beautiful, wrapped in a green-Martian sarong that enhances her femininity, I gently kiss her on the forehead promising a swift return, board my Private Shuttle, and once again fall to Earth. I turn on my now dusty HP ze and after seeing the obsolete Microsoft logo for a few seconds, I prepare to connect to the painfully slow terrestrial communication network. I log in with my real name (Ziggy Stardust), access the DeBaser pages, open the review on Lennon and...

Is grammar convoluted? :)

Well, I have a "trick of" and it really seems to me to be of a lower level than the top five. In fact, I also exclude the very first one. For me, Genesis go from the second to the fifth album, live excluded.

Uanama!

jee... every now and then you come up with some irresistible phrases. Deep down, I care about you. If it weren't for that arrogance of yours, I would invite you for a beer. Well, I'll have one more by myself...

Sorry, first cousin of ignorance, (you are very intelligent, but you are a close relative of ignorance, maybe you are a healthy carrier of it, who knows?) sorry if I post another comment (but since you yourself post ten thousand seven hundred forty-three useless comments): I would really like to know if those records you put in your profile you have listened to at least once or if, on the contrary, you opened an anthology of rock and one of jazz and chose some precious records to look cool. Burnt Weeny Sandwich, Jazz from Hell - Frank Zappa
Kind of Blue, Bitches Brew, Tutu - Miles Davis - Nice Guys - Art Ensemble of Chicago
New Directions - Jack DeJohnette - One of a Kind - Bill Bruford - Jaco Pastorius - Jaco Pastorius
Spectrum - Billy Cobham - Inner Mountain Flame, Birds of Fire - Mahavishnu Orchestra... Well, it smells a lot like bullshit... You are my idol, at 15 (well-preserved, the wrinkles from alcoholism are not that noticeable if you have tanning sessions on every other day) you listened to more stuff than I did... Cool, one day we will meet, I will hum the beginning of Sapphire Bullets of Pure Love and see if you really listened to that record... by the way, what record is it? arrrrgh! Google helps...!?!

There's another small but insidious question I would like to ask you: do you think a blatant streaking on the resodded lawn of San Siro would be a healthy cathartic shock? I don't know your answer, but first, I suggest you dress lightly, very lightly, to avoid excessive temperature swings.

It's not that you're stupid; on the contrary, you're very intelligent. But unfortunately, there's no worse deaf person than someone who doesn't want to listen. Listen, Stefano, raw garlic is a wonderful anti-aging remedy, and the same goes for onion. But don't tell your dream woman; she might prefer you aged.

Jamie, I sadly notice that you are full of prejudice. Yours is not a small and insidious question, but rather a stupid one, and there's quite a difference between the two definitions. You carry yourself with an air of superiority, flaunting that snobby attitude of yours, trying to wrap up in shiny paper (like a chocolate egg) concepts that ultimately hold no value (like the often poor-quality chocolate of Easter eggs). You are so smart that you’ve figured out I don’t know King Crimson... well, I probably listened to them when you didn’t even know what the term progressive meant. In fact, I’ve seen Fripp perform live and I will again this summer ALONGSIDE STEVE VAI! Steve Vai, got it? STEVE VAI, do you know who he is? Yes, dear, this summer Fripp will be at GC3 with Steve and Satriani, and the very Fripp declared (perhaps because of me, since he always reads my useless messages) that Vai is the greatest living guitarist... Fripp, not me, Fripp said it, I repeat it because I believe a cotton swab got stuck in your ears (and maybe even in your underwear... 'pito where?). I won’t conclude this message with sugary phrases of "Captatio Benevolentiae" like your "I respect you" or other nonsense: I close my correspondence with you reminding you that "Ayurveda" means "knowledge for longevity." To age well, then, starting today, clean your nostrils every day: stick a ribbon in one nostril and pull it out through your mouth. If all else fails, there's always room at the Togni circus. P.S. I bought Thrak when it came out; I don’t have a KC culture made up of bits and scraps like yours...

Sorry, but where is the usefulness of this review? What do you want to communicate? There is no contract under which one is obliged to a minimum of monthly reviews, I suppose, at least I have never seen one. So, if you have nothing convenient to say, you take the road of silence, which never hurts...