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An Dishonest Story 1977
From 1980
Eugenio Finardi - Voglio

The song to which Finardi himself is most attached.
Fabio Concato - Breve sogno (1977)

I remember the hot and sultry Sicilian summer days. The table was adorned with flowers, the jasmine blending with the whiteness of his mustache. When he stirred that big pot, he looked like a sorcerer, even had a hooked nose and a few "porretti" on his face. The ingredients were respectively: sweet bone flour, blood of striped green cask, amber star powder, bark earth, and finally, solidified black jungle tears.
By now sated, accustomed to the sound of cicadas, you let yourself be rocked into an imminent rest.
I've never eaten such an enchanted gelo again.

This is my brief dream, yours?
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I got this, what do you think? @[Ditta]
Do you approve?
Passeggiata - Stefano Rosso

Today I have the immense pleasure of meeting the worthy heir to the throne capish... @[asterisco].

Discussing de baser and the greatest Italian songwriter of all time: Antonello Venditti.
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Changed side.
I would love to go to Livorno for the immense Piero but alas I can't.

@[Martello]
@[asterisco]
(Of Toscanas I only know them)

Florence, you know...
Una Stupida E Lurida Storia D'Amore - Antonello Venditti

Music is strange; it promises gifts it might not have.
concato fammi imparare

"I adored you in a silence made of voices
hoarse and old, mixed with smoke
not that it has changed,
on the contrary, my love for you grows every day
but it seems I take pleasure
in torturing you with non-existent problems
that do nothing but disorient you
that certainly can't reassure you
and that against your will have the power to distance you
Teach me how to love you."

@[dsalva] Another masterpiece song from a masterpiece album.
There are first-class and second-class discriminations. There is one that is rarely mentioned, now forgotten. Yes, discrimination against people from the South no longer seems to affect anyone, not even those pseudo-liberal zealots with their knees scraped from roasted chickpeas. The labels "terrone," "mafioso," or the denigrating tone that highlights the differences between North and South no longer cause outrage, they don’t make the news... they belong to the second class, they play in a minor league. After 160 years of Italian Unification, it’s rather ludicrous when you think about it.

What happens is that an influencer with THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND followers posts videos while wandering around Palermo. It’s worth mentioning, however, the supposed goodness of this naive, innocent, and lost soul in her benevolent Instagram posts. The girl in question becomes famous online as an educator, boasting and mystifying a degree in economics and commerce from Bocconi (thanks to "investigations" initiated by Dagospia).

In 15 seconds, the following occurs:
1) A girl is belittled and humiliated. She is mocked because she doesn’t know the history of the establishment where she works (a public beach) for 3 euros an hour (exploited), claiming that she isn’t paid enough to inform herself. The Bocconi graduate retorts, "Instead of earning 3 euros an hour, study, educate yourself, and earn 30, being a tour guide for Palermo for us annoying Milanese," all seasoned with English terms. (A privileged bourgeois suggesting to a girl that if she wants to earn more, she needs to study! Go, walk, and study! This advice comes from someone who, as previously mentioned, never actually obtained her degree and who flunked the university entrance exam twice).
2) Prejudices about the developmental condition of the South are laid out.

It’s time to dust off some classics.
fratelli d'Italia scena finale christian de sica la meglio
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But inclusive of what? Hahah
70 euros a month!
Eugenio Finardi | Diesel

A limping yet rhythmic Jazz... for this composed in its irrepressibility. A crackling convulsion. A native foreignness (Finardi's mother was American) not cloying with personal and musical references to bebop. Cities, chaos, scorching bustling highways, night-owl eyes of truckers glaring from the reflectors of the delineators. The piston eventually jams, chokes in the bass drum. It cannot stop, behind a flock of calcson... ready to depart, it leaves behind some oil stains. Society and engines burning from within. Everyone on the track!

For @[Dislocation]
Wilfried Zaha: quando a non inginocchiarsi sono i calciatori di colore. Video
NBA, Jonathan Isaac non si inginocchia: Non è il modo giusto per rispondere ai razzisti
But what happens when the players of color refuse to kneel? Does it create some sort of short circuit?
Reactionaries calling someone a fascist? I don't know.