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DeAge™ : 7566 days • Here since 25 september 2005
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark Organisation
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For now, I am (anyway) ["just"] Ninety-Six! Vulc-Enè: to stay on the topic: what does (now) the Federer IuEsEi-Open version say?
Electric Masada At The Mountains Of Madness
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@BarbaBlack: could it be due to the fact that there are no pipes played in here (the record) at all? Just in case, I would also dare to ask you if you remember with joy the phantom deeds of the furry and thick BarbaPapà Family. Best regards, Barbottini & BarbaLallici.
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark Organisation
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@Monsieur_ Pixies77 (would it be your year of naquita? Beat_ You!): indeed no! Never the origin: what does it say: it deserves? Almost I’m looking for it (antzichènein). Respectful greetings to all the music-stizzita (and not) chattering troop.
Electric Masada At The Mountains Of Madness
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Disco(bolo) addirpoco fantastiquo (instead of no). Really a nice and adequate de-paginam. Moderately crazy tributes (although scarcely mountainous).
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark Organisation
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I wouldn't know the warmly self-dust-off Monsieur Gino, but I feared the improbably coat-wearing Baltimore as (if not more) than bubonic plague infected with salmonella. But: since you speak, dear "my" volcanologist Enèa, of pop-synthesies from the '80s, I wondered if she appreciated (although she must have been nearly in [s]fragments) also the australopithecines Real Life of the famous hit "Send Me An Angel". Who knows!
Wim Wenders Der Himmel über Berlin (Il Cielo Sopra Berlino)
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@Mr. Zaireeka: in thanking you for the truly kind invitation, allow me to ask you: did you feel pity while scrutinizing the relatively meager contents of the junkyard? Times are indeed tough for us battered wrecking balls: those beautiful Alfa Romeo Giulia to dismantle are no longer around.. now we’ve been reduced to tearing apart anonymous Punto, or even worse, Fiat Duna! Recycled regards.
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark Organisation
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I was saying (well) that I had a [bunch] of things to say (rather than not). I don't know about you (gerontocratically speaking), but I really experienced the eighties (often unjustly maligned) in full, going through the awkward post-adolescent sound phase until I reached that "mature" (one might say, of course) stage: however, sincerely, pardon me if I may, it seems a bit reductive (musically daring to say) to assert that it was mainly the "decade of padded shoulders, black vests, and lacquered big hairstyles": but if you say so, what can I tell you, I trust you (albeit moderately, as is customary). That said, allow me an additional nitpicky note reminding that the "star-radio-killers" Buggles came from (even from a mere iconographic-programmatic point of view) the mid-seventies (they formed in '77) and released their most famous album, "The Age Of Plastic," in the year of our Lord 1979, then tearing themselves apart and dissolving definitively just one album later (only two years later) at the dawn of the eighties. And then: "Enola Gay" was (at that time: do you realize the "nothingness" that engulfed us) fantastic! Moderately childish regards to josa.
Wim Wenders Der Himmel über Berlin (Il Cielo Sopra Berlino)
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Errata corrige: "..doubts regarding} act..". @Zaireeka: it's nothing but the meager content of my (obviously empty) junk collector. Regards more than reciprocated. @NGD: when (if ever) I rejuvenate I want to (really) be like you. Enbilulugugù à todos.
Eliza Wren Payne Bending Light
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Hey there! P.S. Mr. De-Reviewer is evidently suffering from psycho/pathological delirium.
Wim Wenders Der Himmel über Berlin (Il Cielo Sopra Berlino)
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There is no problem, dear "my" Iridescent de-Alessio. However (if you’ll allow me), what I would like to add is that all the people who make up the editorial staff {even though you may have doubts about me} act (and I am a daily witness to this) with the utmost calmness and objectivity (dis)humanly possible and imaginable. I assure you: there are no tricks, no deceit, much less any "animosities" [as Prince De Curtis would say] towards anyone who dwells/freqents/resides in various capacities within the DeBaser pages. This does not prevent each of those who offer their disinterested efforts here from manifesting their behavioral preferences and humanistic attitudes through their actions. Word of a (very former) Lupetto. Repeated respects.