Mariaelena

No, I don't do drugs, but I see life for what it really is. Each person expresses their feelings as the soul designs; each of us can try to convey our emotions in the simplest way. Each of us asks for help in the way closest to ourselves. Nothing is simple for anyone, just as no one is perfect for themselves or for life, not even God has been perfect. So, as I said before, music or anything else are means of personal expression, release valves, or personal shares, and they will always be sacred books because they will always reflect our soul and the power of sharing with others, whether it be love or hate, life or death, strength or weakness, excess or solitude, fear or shyness, or whatever else exists in life itself.

What it has stirred in the soul has led him to express what he had inside at that moment. I don’t know if I’m being clear, to make it simpler: if you listen to a sunny album on a lousy day, you’ll feel better afterward and you’ll work better. For example, if I listen to "Passion" by Gabriel, it’s so sublime and haunting that I inevitably cry every time because I feel the infinite pain of missing my father. And as I listen, track after track, I feel the desire to tear him out of the grave. Therefore, my state of mind is altered; it’s hard to explain, but especially difficult to interpret for each individual. Music, art, poetry—they need to be interpreted. They are a fantastic means of expression and an effective and temporary communication of the state of mind of the time they traverse and of those who create them in that moment.

express what he feels, the pain, death, suffering, he interprets them like this; after all, he is the greatest Artist in describing the human pathos that exists within us. It’s just that not everyone is made in the same way. For example, when I listen to these two albums, I completely understand their meaning; maybe another person doesn’t feel like I do or like Robert or others do, you understand? In fact, he loves Mary, she has always been his woman whom he married, and I think they are still together. As for the Joy Division, you misunderstood what I wrote. He doesn't associate with or relate to them at all, also because they were a completely different group. But Robert was struck by that album, due to his personal feelings, just as it can happen to us when listening to any artist or album, what...

for easycure, I completely understand how you might have interpreted my review, and it's right that it is so, especially because this time it's not easy. I underline that it is an extraordinary album and soon I'll follow up with the next one, Faith, which I will review shortly because they are connected by a basic thread. By morbid and paranoid, I meant "Wonderfully" morbid and paranoid; this expression is not negative. Sometimes the meaning of words follows a logical sense relative to the discourse each of us expresses. If you want to interpret this as an existential passage of youth, I don't dispute that at all; in fact, I agree. But the point is not Mary as a woman; Mary is just a representation of the psyche. The primary meaning of Seventeen and Faith is the expression of death in any form. It is not seen as terror but as human curiosity and fear, and hope in believing that something might still exist afterward. Robert, through his music...

Listen, remember one thing: it’s right for everyone to think in their own way, because otherwise it would be a total mess. And anyway, know that what critics have been saying for 30 years all around the world is not sacred; it’s just what they think, and that's it. The same goes for the reviewer. But in the end, it primarily has to please you, and surely with a secondary suggestion, you can express your opinion. And it’s right that it is that way. I’m not saying you’re right or wrong; you, and only you, should think that way, not because the critics say so, okay?

I have a penis: did you read what Copernicus wrote? Good job!

It could happen, but will there ever be a concert? Good night... and now I'm going to listen to Joy Division, Unknown Pleasures again. Robert Smith was absolutely right; this album strikes you not so much for its beauty, but for the difficulty in perceiving the mood and the pain that, later on, we learned what it was—the death. But it's hard because it's well hidden and not immediately tangible; it’s the steady rhythm that deceives.

I listened to it, it's amazing!

I listened to it, it's fantastic!

I would like to add that the emotional depth and transport of this album is comparable to Mojave 3, Damien Rice, and others, so I reiterate that it deserves at least, I repeat at least, 4 stars. In my topobook, it will receive 6 stars. When a CD touches the soul, it deserves to be rewarded, and today it’s doing me good medicine against the fever... ugh... :-(