leonid

here, it's called endless boogie... here

I talked about rebelling (which expresses an attitude rather than a content) in opposition to rebellion. Expressing dissent is necessary and obligatory; the ways in which it is expressed determine whether one falls into banality or anger.
I agree on nothing: the fact remains that I thank you for reminding me of the dwarves.

I agree on The Hot Spot, a magnificent album, but my favorite by JLH is Live at Café au Go-Go, the right balance between his earlier albums like the double (vinyl) anthology Black Snake (in which, by the way, the only instruments were the guitar and the beat of the feet keeping time) and his later, more arranged works. The collaboration with Canned Heat is also noteworthy; I haven't pulled that record out in ages and can't remember the title. Actually, I feel like listening to it tonight...

Thank you for the clarification, but I've been listening to hardcore for twenty years, so I know a thing or two as well. Perhaps I didn’t explain myself well, but my doubts were about the intrinsic quality of the review rather than the value of the band being reviewed. I noticed a bit of easy rebellion in what you wrote; as I pointed out, I’ve never heard the album.

As for the last line of your message, I would say that's exactly right, and that would have been enough, without all the rebelliousness and allusions to suits-and-ties that are a bit laughable because they're so clichéd. I didn’t understand the rest.

Thank you because for ages I've wanted to "buy" something from the dwarves, and you've reminded me of it. The review is pretty banal and annoying because it talks about you and not the album, about the image you want to project instead of the idea you want to convey about the album. And then, dear God, the theme of the rebel-who-hates-conformity is a bit passé; if you want to reintroduce it, at least try to find something original. And keep in mind that I'm so rebellious that if you listen to my voicemail backwards, there's an invocation to the evil one...

Ah, so you think you’re the one who “knows about history and economics”? Best of luck with that. Maybe you consider yourself an intellectual too. I'm sorry to have to break it to you, spike, but eventually someone had to do it: you’re a real piece of ignorance, and I mean the furious kind, the type that doesn't even have the humility to stay silent about what they don't know, who take as gospel what they read on the covers of women's magazines, who have a sense of inferiority as big as Jupiter and become aggressive to hide the emptiness in their heads, who evoke pity like little angora bunnies because they are utterly devoid of tools to interpret the reality they live in, who make mothers say: "Leave him alone, he must have had a tough childhood," who walk into a bookstore once a year to buy the black book of communism (you got it, you got it), read two lines, and then feel qualified to speak, who are obsessed with foibe because that's what newspapers and news programs talk about and for you history ends there, who, at every opportunity, bring up Castro and the USSR thinking they can silence people, not realizing that if people are quiet, it's out of embarrassment over their own ignorance, who are convinced there is a cultural monopoly of the left and, simply for not being left-wing, they consider themselves “uncomfortable thinkers,” not realizing they're swimming in a sea of banality, who, in the end, also fancy themselves good Christians, but are such jerks just because it’s damn hard to be critical in a society like this, especially if your IQ barely hits 40.

Listen, Spike, a little is fine, but just a little. You’ve proven to be an ignorant, arrogant, and myopic person. You’ve aired your ridiculous thoughts on what Maurizio Costanzo taught you about history. You’ve made your confused socio-political positions, derived from the cathode, known to everyone. Now just stop it, okay? Not realizing when you’re being ridiculous is one thing, but your self-destructiveness elicits pity. If I were you, I would spend my time more wisely trying to understand why everyone considers you an idiot; maybe you’ll find out they’re right. And by the way, you’re missing out on "la signora in giallo," which is the source of much of your "historical" knowledge.

Poor guy. Short (very short) on arguments, he pulls out "I'm richer than you." Great stuff. An intellectual elite. But damn, what one has to read. And here I am wasting my time instead of rolling a nice joint to the health of all these poor spirits. Revoluciòn compadre.

What time do you have to return the motta to auntie? Do this: write down all the names on a piece of paper, so even when you've returned the encyclopedia, you can make a good impression with your friends.