Michel-Claudio Lolli

What are "finocchi"?
Certainly those on the right, but not because of their idiotic ideas, rather for their damn idiosyncrasy of thinking (?) they do not belong to the gender.
 
Stranger

I might have my fucking tastes, but I like them.
 
Gino Vannelli - Black Cars (official Video)

I am often asked two things: why I am not dead yet and why I love this track.
Gino, hugely underrated, for me he is Italian: like Sinner. cose: italiano:
 
Lucio Battisti - La compagnia (Official Audio)

See?
When you go to Bars and drink, some people don’t have the mental flexibility to understand that you’re as drunk as they are.
Today someone actually wanted to kill me, seriously.
It’s not the first time, but dying killed by an idiot doesn’t seem like a good way to go.
 
Per Brevità Chiamato Artista

As often happens, the Prince writes what I would have wanted to write.
But I am not an artist, I am just someone who is still alive.
Happy birthday Marco: you are still here, perhaps.
 
Pagina non trovata

Nello the young man talks to the trees.
Ancient (thus his contemporaries) I suppose.
 
Loretta Goggi - Maledetta primavera (1981) [1080p]

What does it matter if, to fall in love again?
All of us - men, women, and singers - have fallen in love.
Sometimes, often, damn it.
But that damned spring will come back: and we will go back to rewriting what we have already written, well aware that everyone kills what they love.
That is, in the end, themselves (male svraesteso). primavera:
 
Bloc Party - Helicopter

Do you remember these guys?
Today, for breakfast, I'm betraying the Noble @[IlConte] since I usually binge his lightning-fast listens to get pumped up and face yet another crappy day.
But by chance, I came across this old file in the vast archive of my powerful iMac.
Not bad these guys, right?
 
Albertina - Ivano Fossati

Mine was called Andreina, and my heart stayed there.

It's not that us boys have to hate those who don't love us: we need to have the perception that - for a moment - these incomprehensible creatures showed us mercy. ama:
 
IO CHE AMO SOLO TE - Sergio Endrigo.mp4

What is it that I don't like about DeBaser?
That there are people who only had themselves.
And they never get tired!
 
Ivano Fossati Italiani d'Argentina
To Whitorino, a sensitive soul very attentive to what I think.
Thank you.
 
Un-Break My Heart - Toni Braxton (Lyrics) 🎵

See?
This piece by Antonina Bracciatoniche might seem sappy, cheesy, useless, and whatever.

Instead, it’s wonderful, in its uselessness.

I know it because a baby DJ just starting out asked me (paying me, savasandir) to sample this "solo" and the intro of a Backstreet Boys track whose title I now can’t remember... "I Do It My Way" or something like that... to "mix" his DJ set or whatever the hell it's called.

He recorded it with a real microphone placed near my 1981 Fender Acoustic, which I still own.

Well, everyone knows that I — after aálazzio — HATE DJs.
But he added a bunch of effects that when I heard what he did, I didn’t recognize myself.

I’ve played in recording studios, obviously, many times: but that cheeky kid pulled off something I didn’t know I could do.

The moral of the story?
If you can’t play, no one asks to sample you. volte:
 
Ivano Fossati | I Treni A Vapore

Every time I play it - because I know how to play - I ask myself why.
Why do we play?
To make certain little Neapolitan masters spit out their ignorant hatred?
Of course not.

We are skilled, knowledgeable, humble, and we know how to do what she, in the end, listens to.
Idiot.
 
KING CRIMSON - Frame By Frame

Do I have to explain to you why you are dead and you don’t even know it?
But why do you dissect yourselves frame by frame, watching yourselves watch yourselves: with the pathetic intention of justifying your miserable existences.
Except for the Noble @[IlConte] and his protonuragic Pard equipped with a more or less domestic triceratops.
The GOD G is a being beyond humanoid understanding. guardarvi:
 
Weather Report - Birdland (Jaco Pastorius)

It's clear - to me, but not to certain idiots - that this piece was written by Joe Zawinul.
Just as it is obvious that Jaco is the true author.
But the envy of talentless little masters sometimes kills artists who are too sensitive.
And Joe was the mastermind behind the murder of the greatest bassist this shitty planet has ever seen.
In my case in Gorizia, with the Weather Bulletins in 1979.
Oh: at dinner, after the concert, he ordered a pizza with spaghetti on top. I was there.
He was out of his mind like the Terrazza Mare in Lignano: but the piece of Austrian shit treated him like an idiot.
Jaco will remain in history: Joe Zawinul not even a Salieri. Ah: storia: