cliffburton86

to understand (the group)

Imagine that. This person has been playing the guitar for 25 years (or more?) and can play any piece you ask him to. But being born under the influences of Blackmore and Page, he has remained tied to his tastes and plays this genre. Of course, there’s also Hendrix, Zappa, and that whole immense rock sphere.

Yes, but I have some friends who are more than a group on their own. If you also want any guitar tabs for Deep Purple and Led Zeppelin, it can be done for 1000e.

for 500 euros, I'll bring you one that, in addition to Dyers Eve or any other score by Metallica, plays all the solos of Portnoy from Image and Words.

Certo! Inviami il testo e procederò con la traduzione.

I won't say anything anymore from now on, because I don’t want excuses or to give any, because I’m not here to get into ridicule with you. If you were just playing, then keep it up. I’m really tired of your "attitudes." Matteo, CONTINUE ON YOUR OWN! For the users of de-baser and others: sorry for my tone and the length/aggressiveness of the messages. Goodbye everyone. Enzo.

But what do you want from my life, Matteo? Can you explain it to me? What the hell do you want? Do you want me to make a gigantic copy/paste of all the times you've insulted me, sent me to hell because I didn't agree with your opinions, or gave a "low" rating to your "<reviews>"? Or do you want me to list here all the reviews where I tried to make you understand that you just needed to put in some effort because what you reviewed I liked, but it wasn't well-reviewed? Or all the bragging comments that always said "you don't understand a thing and I know better than anyone"? Tell me what the hell you want! See that I'm about to explode and I don't give a damn about what I say/do/write. I'm a very impulsive person and you can see that I'm quite fed up. You even came to talk to me about respect. You talking to me about respect. But do you know what RESPECT is? We're in a chat, bora, website, or whatever you want to call it, and you dare to talk about respect. Get to work, I'd like to see how you would behave around here, in my neck of the woods. Here in the south, in Calabria, where there are the "terroni" so beloved by southerners. You better get to work, kid. And be ashamed, because if any eighteen-year-old, and not an adult, tells you that you're a spoiled child, it means a lot, huh! Are you happy with what is being said? Do you feel satisfied? Alright. Then don’t come bothering me anymore. I'm telling you clearly—straightforward. "Papale-papale." If you want to keep convincing yourself of the nonsense you write in your comments, go ahead: it's your business. I’ll just keep giving your reviews a rating, low or high, whatever it is. You, dear Matteo, do whatever the hell you want. Keep sending me wherever you want and saying whatever you want.

But you have no idea how curious you made me, Thrashing.

and this is the vote for the heartbreaking beginning, which, one-two at most three times might be enjoyable, then it breaks :)

then: rating review