Procul Harum
The Best Of

THE REVIEW

Sometimes there are people who are more or less brave compared to others; these people often don't swallow everything and don't always bow their heads. They might stagger and take a few too many hits, but they endure and keep fighting in winter, spring, and summer. They don't care if people are on their side; what's important is feeling good about themselves, what's important is making art, writing a piece that conveys something more than just a mere accumulation of sounds. It's also true that often, by creating a sound that brushes such perfection, one feels stronger and all the wrongs that were poured onto you are returned to your enemy. Sure, you have many wounds, but he has more...
Sometimes one fights for ideals, for an affirmation, for a thought, for a religion. I fight for music, for all that expresses art and makes this world just a little bit more livable.

Writing something constructive under the notes of this CD comes easily because it helps me appreciate my world a little more, and to defend it, I will have to fight.
I can't believe there is so much censorship, balance sheets, powerful people, and infamy in the world. Unfortunately, the more I walk the city, the more I expand my knowledge, and the more I realize that corruption has spread everywhere. This time, however, the much declared wounds will not heal immediately but will close when all the anonymous commentators call me a visionary fool in the comments of this review. I reply to them that I live on dreams and memories... memories of something that used to be there and now is no more. I remember one day in November, listening to this CD, I turned on the computer, opened the internet, and searched for a site where I could write reviews, and I found it. I entered just to take a look, but then the day slipped away so quickly that I spent the whole afternoon there, listening to that damn CD again... I had already learned it by heart... and in the meantime, on that site, I continued to learn and discover many unknown bands... and I loved it because by getting to know a bit better those who wrote the reviews, I understood they were normal people like me, and that in reality, I could also try my hand at the same operation and then find myself after a few days with comments (of flattery and beatings) under my review, and I was happy, for once there was no longer the powerful one taking advantage of the weak with his means, the one who imposed himself and forced others to do what he commanded...

Then, however, one fine day at the end of May, I decided to post the same CD, the one that made me fall in love with that site that expressed equality and brotherhood (and a bit of envy and pride as well;), and I discovered that even here the "powerful" had arrived and changed the rules of the game. The Procol Harum CD had broken in two, like the ideals that revolved in the site; things are no longer the same, we are no longer all on the same level, and happiness, the songs, did not matter more than your name... I am not among those with a great name, and I have nothing left to write; I have only fighting left to me... I went out of the house and bought a CD... IT'S CALLED THE BEST OF PROCOL HARUM
And in me, the desire for that great site where one discussed music and culture and where, above all, once everyone did it together was reborn...

Ded to: anyone who wants the old debaser with beautiful ugly short and long reviews all together... TO JUDGE THEM TOGETHER....