Sanjuro

A VITALOGY... but you can't even read or add, I was referring to this ALESSIOIRIDE WRITES "if I wanted to be an intellectual snob I'd get into jazz and jerk off thinking about Frank Zappa. which doesn't happen" ... I said exactly what you were saying, but with sarcasm, do you know what that means, you ugly imbecile piece of shit illiterate?

To my wakeful brother (34 years old and only listens to Nirvana, Kiss, and AC/DC), I said, "Drone music is one single note or almost, repeated endlessly," and he replied, "What a load of crap that must be." Let's just say that the a priori criticism is like denigrating every drug without ever having taken it; you really can't say anything about it. For me, it's one of the most beautiful types of music ever created, capable of leading you to not insignificant states of mental enlightenment... it's not intellectual music, cerebral; it's in a fascinating physiological state.

The dinosaur? a discreet band, great "you're living all over me" after just routine apart from a couple of good tracks like The Wagon or Freak Scene...they suck a little, let's say that apart from 2 albums they could have played golf or taken up horse racing. But they are so hot, blazing hot, unlike the coldness of jazz! Sun Ra, brrr cold, Cecil Taylor, brrrr what a chill, Albert Ayler, brrrr it feels like being at the pole, Coltrane, Monk, Shepp, Sanders...damn what shitty music jazz is, it’s so intellectual give me back my fucking copy of nevermind...ahhh now that's warm, like steaming shit.

"Vic had style, you don't" ... just so you know, you're the only one who hasn't realized that I am Vic Sorriso.

I don't dislike Nirvana, for example. But to go from that to considering them the worst crap ever to come out on MTV is really a big stretch. You're the one who shot out nonsense with "intellectual jazz," and with "make a Nirvana song and it turns into crap," oh my god Cobain was the only idiot to walk the Earth and suffer, oh my Jesus Christ. You're at a very simplistic view of music, you're still stuck at the level of meanings and not signifiers. For you, the deconstruction of rock isn't itself a big fuck you to the status quo and an impressive demonstration of inner revolution? Slint shattered rock, they threw an enormous "fuck you" that Cobain's smirk on Nevermind (Geffen Records) can only dream of. You're at the level of "voice and lyrics," the lowest on the scale of music.

Alessio Iride, you are the epitome of the cliché "if I wanted to act like a pseudo-intellectual, I would have gotten into jazz" BUAHAHAHHAAHAHAH. Cobain with the guitar, compared to the giants of jazz, is a damn regular accountant; he always writes the same song. You can't comprehend how out of their minds people like Sun Ra, Albert Ayler, Cecil Taylor, John Coltrane, and so on were—people who gave their lives to music. You start from a position of a little ignorant Westerner: Jazz equals intellectual genre. But what do you know about jazz? Have you ever listened to any real jazz, or do you only stop at those sad shots of some loser emulating the greats on regional channels? ... If that's the case, you’re just like those idiots who say "I don't like rock, blink 182, green day, tokyo hotel, that’s crap music"... you’ve shown an equivalent lack of knowledge about jazz, ignorance, and pretentiousness. You are the family day of the alternative world.

So Alessio is pure fetishism, it’s a little love from the very first crush, it’s pure iconism. Are you telling me that Cobain writes songs in a more original and surprising way than I don't know... the Slint or the Pixies? Or do you mean that Cobain had more emotions to convey than Husker Du? Is he the chosen one for having had more emotions than any human who has picked up a musical instrument? Come on... grunge is a truly limited and plagiarized genre, a sort of decadent injection on the skeleton of '70s rock...

I reiterate, anonymous as a composer and pretentious and foolishly baroque as a writer.

I agree with Easy, I also saw one of their live shows, it seems like a glossy art of theirs, as if it were protected by a comforting and bourgeois layer. I consider the first three masterpieces, peaking with FEAR OF MUSIC, which felt very sincere; here it seems like they sat at a table and said, "Okay guys, now let’s create a hybrid between African music, all that percussion nonsense and similar stuff, right? And then we'll mix it with urban neurosis, man, it’s awesome, nobody has ever done it!" And that’s exactly what they did, with a sly intellectualism and a shameless wink at the charts. It wasn’t about the Residents’ deconstruction driven by anti-glamour, or the physiological approach of Beefheart in blending free jazz and delta blues, or even the tribalism of The Pop Group: it’s an aesthetic experiment and also quite apathetic. Good album, but from here on out, the path of cunning for TH will never end... I’ll remember their first three.

I reiterate, anonymous as a composer and pretentious and foolishly baroque as a writer.