Cornell

Fuck, of course, otherwise he wouldn't have played with Pearl Jam for more than 20 years!

Nothing Else Matters seems like bullshit, but making it work isn't easy, scout's honor.

Because they are a bunch of adorable idiots!

What the hell song did Staind make from Metallica?

No, New, it's not serious, don't worry, if you don't have the Red Cross you can call 118. They'll come and get you by helicopter too.

P.S.: If I remember correctly, the tribute also featured the queen of punk (but who, come on, Siouxsie?), not Avril Lavigne..

Sometimes you find yourself taking a dump and not hitting the target right away, so your gross domestic product stays suspended in the bowl, lingering high up like the first Korn album—innovative, challenging, disorienting, claustrophobic, wild, and sick ("imaginary"). Then, aided by gravity, it starts its slow descent, like the second Korn album, a bit easier, a bit more predictable, a bit banal, trying to emulate the self-titled debut. Thus, your G.D.P. finds itself halfway down, with no more grip points as the walls are tremendously smooth, like "Follow the Leader," which tries a sharp turn towards something new, but the descent is now unstoppable, like "Issues," the album that marks its definitive decline (but an uncontested rise for the Korn who, having received kicks in the ass from A.D.I.D.A.S., become PUMA spokespersons, swapping their wallets for a travel set for large families by Roncato) and onward through the various floors, with "Untouchables," "Don't touch it for God's sake! It has to make it on its own or it's disqualified!" and then you'd have shit-smelling hands forever... So our brown hero tries once more to plant the pickaxe because he sees the little pond approaching, but he can’t swim, so out comes "Take a Look in the Mirror," a glance in the mirror to remember who he once was, and before sinking into the lowly pond below, he lets out a final scream, "Seeee Youuuu on the Other Siiiideeeee," (let's hope not, dear Jonathan!) and as he's drowning completely, with water at his throat, he emits one last incomprehensible groan, aptly titled "Untitled." Then he's submerged by a bit of toilet paper, and the cascading water heralds a horrible death. R.I.P. with this testament, "Greatest Hits." I loved the early Korn, until they became a parody of themselves and the standard-bearers of MTV's faux-alternative music, performing in front of the Metallica crowd, all slick and heavily made up, in a trash tribute dedicated to them. The review, on the other hand, I don't mind... ;)

If we then think about the fact that she's Platinette's idol, that says it all.. The new Amy Winehouse, Giusy Ferreri.. But I ask: why do we Italians, a nation of sheep, have to constantly find a new fool to take the place of another more famous idiot?

"Who nowadays doesn't know the incredible musical talent of the amazing Amy Winehouse?".. MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! And I take pride in it!!!! I've never listened to even one, I mean just one song from this person, who I find abhorrent as a person. Billie Holiday? Let's not kid ourselves..

Oasis or Blur?........ Neither!
Beatles or Rolling Stones?....... Stones!
Nirvana or Guns and Roses?.......... What the hell kind of question is that! SOUNDGARDEN!
Metallica or Slayer?.......... Slayer, with blood!
U2 or R.E.M?........ Neither!
Afterhours or Marlene Kuntz?......... KUNTZ!
Korn or System of a Down?.......... Dillinger Escape Plan!
Vasco or Ligabue?.......... mmmmmmmm.... (I prefer my mom when she farts quietly with a leaf between her cheeks)
Arctic Monkeys or Strokes?......... They can go to hell, both of them!
John Zorn or Frank Zappa?........ ZAPPA!
Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin?........ What the hell kind of question is that?!
Mogol or Battisti?....... Screw Mogol and Battisti!
Black Sabbath or Deep Purple?........ What the hell kind of question is that!
Rancid or Nofx?........ Sex Pistols!
Jimi Hendrix or the rest of the world?...... I’ll bet on the triple 1 X 2 too!
Right or Left? ......... What kind of question is that, everyone knows there's no longer a right or a left, only the last immortal, Berlusconi McLaud!