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Rating: Loureedo is falling apart...
First of all, I must say that going in to see someone who used to be part of the "Vuelvuet Undergroouund," said with a big mustache and a beer in hand, and then bumping into Formigoni with Paolo Liguori coming in... well, it did tick me off a bit. So much so that I was about to take my friend Genesis Starfish, a 120-kilo woman who struggles to breathe but scores a lot of tail, and tell her to get the hell out and plunge back into the howling night of coprophagists and prostitutes... But then I reconsidered and, considering that my social alternative was to go with the putains of Via Sammartini, alas now closed and sealed off in apartments, I said to myself, "Like hell I paid 60 euros and now I'm not going in... what kind of fool am I?"
So I go in with Genesis and we sit under Formi's royal box, in great shape without a tie and with that frociaz face looking sidelong at all the little men... because Goni is Frociaz!! And everyone knows he is, I'm not making it up. He took a vow of chastity, if he's there at the Loureedo it's just for the votes... the frociaz!! So, that guy, more worn out than the worst worn out, goes on stage looking like he's had a vileda mop shoved up there!! Get outta here, I say, but does he do it on purpose to walk like that, and he has musicians who compete to see who's better at playing... but then, I say, to play songs with 4 chords, if not two, what's there to be good at? Whatever, that queer on stage doesn't say a word and seems like he's doing us a favor by playing, but doesn't he realize that he and that other one in menopause, Patti Smith, are only given a damn now here in Italy because elsewhere they've already told them: "GET OUTTA HERE"?
Their music now is outdated, it doesn't say anything anymore, got it? But he keeps playing and Formigoni almost starts dancing, then I realize something's wrong, I'm in the wrong place, Genesis has fallen asleep, Loureedo plays with a facial mask that stays still... I think he's already dead. Two incredible balls, what a drag, a real nightmare. Then they make us sit and keep checking if someone takes pictures... Ballbusters!! With stuff that makes it seem like Loureedo never comes to Italy, but he's here every other day!
Anyway, does the encore, Sweet Jane done with his hand on his balls and a thought to the fact he's forced to shag Laurie Anderson (brrrrrrrrr) then goodbye and get outta here.
Shitty concert.
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