Viva Lì

I thank Fico&Sega, by far the best within DeBaser. Of course, after My Generation, Santi_Bailor, Sexyajax, El Guevo, Hal, Eneathedevil, Spaccazucche, Kobe-Bryant. Punisher no, I don’t like it. Until next time.

This review isn't getting any attention, yet I talked about the Rolling Stones, not some random nobody. Actually, I think I've got the answer in my pocket; you haven't commented on the review because you don't know the album. Blessed youth.

I don't know. To be honest, I don't know either the artist or the album. I'll have to check it out, but are we sure it’s really that amazing? Let me know.

A small great gem. Otis Redding is beyond discussion, of course, but many believe that his version of "Respect" is slightly inferior to Aretha Franklin's. Different viewpoints, to be sure, but packing an enormous infinity of masterpieces into a single album ("Wonderful World," "A Change is Gonna Come," "Down in the Valley") is a small miracle, including the stunning cover of The Rolling Stones' "Satisfaction." Soul at its peak, perhaps no one will ever match it again.

Alright, I forgive everyone. The editors summoned me and, despite having spat out infamies and insults at them, I've decided to return to spewing my usual nonsense. And I can't take it anymore not hearing that I'm an idiot from My Generation; I miss it. I apologize for what I wrote a few days ago; I wasn't myself. Here I am again, and the nonsense I write this time will be even more nonsensical than what I've written so far. I'm ready to write nonsense again, I've messed up because I'm back, but who cares, it's nice to be here again. And actually, I came back because they featured a little story on the homepage titled ipse dixit. But didn't I always say ipse dixit? As soon as one leaves, they immediately steal his phrases; it's not fair though. But I forgive you all, everything. Without DeBaser, I'm like My Generation without my presence: it would be nothing, who would they call an idiot? Francis? But he's a nice, smart guy; the idiot is me. So, please, call me an idiot or even worse; it's nice to feel appreciated.

Hello Grasshopper, I greet you, I'm leaving the site. I leave you this post because this is, for me, your most beautiful review. If you want to know the reasons for my departure, you can read my three substantial posts that I left on Dexster's review of Masini's "T'innamorerai." Do it if you want, also because there’s something that concerns you (in a good way, of course). Goodbye.

A greeting to all those who have fun in the chat (I also had fun for a while), to all those who say that Bach is better than Mozart and secretly listen to Masini, to all those who have spoken badly about albums on this site whose content they completely ignored. To all of you, a heartfelt fuck you, with the hope of one day finding you on some tombstone in the cemetery (because you don't deserve to live), I bid farewell with my usual motto ipse dixit (by the way, My Generation, what does ipse dixit mean in Italian? Ignorant prick...), and I tell the editors that they can go fuck themselves and their delusions of grandeur. DeBaser is a piece of shit site, and rest assured, I will return anonymously and smear your site with some nice targeted virus. With much joy and not-so-best wishes, your Viva Lì.
P.S.: Even if you respond to this message, I won’t read it, but do as you wish.

I also believe that a site like Debaser has so many flaws that you wouldn’t know where to start: a) it has terrible graphics; b) it publishes reviews with awful formatting; c) it doesn’t require users to write at least one review before signing up (do you know how many people wouldn't exist?). And then, I send a greeting sprinkled with a vivid fuck you to all the fucking editors who work to make this shit site run, to that buffoon Claudio, whom so many people still fall for, and to that presumption of always wanting to be the best music site around. Frankly, I don’t feel comfortable on a site where the average age of users is 21: you’re young, you’re kids who don’t know a damn thing about music and who expect (at 21?) to talk about rock and jazz. You don’t even imagine how many better sites are out there, but you’ve stuck to this one, perhaps because it’s the shittiest. I came here too, but I had the urge to escape, because it’s not possible to take lessons from kids who are still in school and pretend to be adults while still being supported by mom and dad.

Someone will rejoice at this news of mine. And yes, because I’m about to announce, as I have written in my personal profile, that I am leaving, saying goodbye, and extending my most heartfelt wishes. I’m leaving because when I signed up, I thought I would find a site where we could talk about music (all music, both beautiful and terrible), but then, over time, thanks to individuals like My Generation and No alla Schifo, the site has become vulgar and trashy (My Generation and No alla schifo, if you want to respond, fine, but honestly, I don’t even care about you, so...). However, before I go, I want to indulge myself a bit: 1) greetings to Spaccazucche, who first flatters you and then betrays you; 2) greetings to Bernard, a pretentious and arrogant little brat; 3) bye bye to Punisher, the biggest fraud on the site, pretending to be forty when he’s probably about 18 (kobe recently told me this, and he also recounted your meeting with sexyajax and bernard); 4) greetings to sexyajax, the shy little kid pretending to be something he’s not; 5) greetings to Geenoo, who can’t stand me, and I return this rudeness; 6) many greetings to all the anonymous users leaving ridiculous comments and thinking they really know about music; 7) finally, greetings to Grasshopper, the only one with whom, after a period of misunderstanding, I was able to establish a dialogue.

My generation copy and paste? Congratulations on the effort, in the meantime I solemnly send you to hell and then I wish you die soon, or at least that you suffer a sudden paralysis. And then listen to who is talking and spouting nonsense...