turkish

Thank you for sparing us the number 11 in the countdown.

Barry, if you use the HTML editor for the reviews, stick to the p (paragraph), br (line break without new paragraph), i or em (italic), b or strong (bold), cite for quotations. The rest just creates chaos because sometimes it conflicts with de-baser's HTML. Thanks.

The scene of the cut eye is taken from "Un Chien Andalou" by Buñuel.

The cover is the flag of California, where bears, yes, there are. Hi K!

stunning cover

Never managed to listen to him.

Ah, dear Max Lateralus. I must thank you for gifting me four laughs. I don’t know what impression you have of me (if, as it seems to me, I am also among the recipients of your messages). But I assure you that I am more among the "aesthetes" than among "stoned people burping and vomiting beside you." In fact, I am quite picky and the mere proximity (and potential for contact) with a sweaty, dancing fan annoys me immensely. Imagine if they are drunk. Moreover, I can’t stand people who scream the lyrics of songs in my ears during concerts. The presence of "artisan cigarettes," as far as I'm concerned, is an occurrence more unique than rare, which, precisely for this reason, I wouldn’t have despised at the APC concert (the conditional is due to the meddling of that naughty little man). I only drink good stuff (before the concert, a quarter of Sangiovese and a beer) and in moderation. I have a family, I have a degree, I have never committed a crime… in short, I am a good guy, truly a nice person. If you had spotted our group at the concert (Cleo, DavidByrne, G, Frantz, and me), you might have thought it was a group of parents gathered there to retrieve their teenage children (except for Frantz, who would have seemed to you like a pharmaceutical representative). In short: you aimed at the wrong target, big time, I swear.

Mexico is in North America, you fool!

There’s no doubt that De André is the greatest. But Battisti, damn it... seeing the two names put together makes me feel disgusted.

Now I understand what the mess was: you had the wrong email address. It took me a while, damn, you are so cryptic...