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Cranes: the soundtrack to every autumn


I think I've consumed enough of the last album Cranes, same name, to be able to talk in a rational and logical.
Although I'm not always nice, I feel obliged to offer a brief review of the discography British band, to understand how I think, in essence, cheating estimates of those who argued that the true dark mercilessly cutting off this disc, the Cranes, bearer, no undisputed champion no doubt the dream pop, with blatant references Jesus and Mary Chain, The Cure, My Bloody Valentine, Cocteau Twins, Bauhaus in delicate forms, have always been minimal, gothic, decadent, epic, dark, and everything to exhaustion at times, and for me in my living annuity value scales for some basic reasons: to Forever, the 1993 album of rare beauty, the completeness of the Future anthology Songs of 2001 and, last but not least , for having opened for the Cure for a long time.

Around the historicism of these facts, the record dives Alison Shaw & Company has been punctuated by episodes varied greatly: Loved and Wings of Joy unheard alternate pieces of good insights, and substance are more 'than enough, Self-Non- self is an amateur electronic confusion, Orestes and Electra is worthy of idozer but in the negative, the penultimate effort Particles and Waves disappointed me deeply because of its insignificance.

recall, one of the highlights of the band is given by stomach pains and cries without meaning that the vocals (?) Alison Shaw, who is often the woman of my life but when she sings in French I get the murderous instincts, propina to listeners. In comparison with that girl in Catania which I spoke a few posts ago and I never dream of mentioning in this post, because to look after at least 100km Shaw and all the names that I've done so far and that I will be reborn 30 more times and parallel three more 'high, has the voice over' trivial in the history of Italian music. The uniqueness of Alison has allowed me to place it a few times at the side of Frazer, without discussing the technical limitations clear, but at the level of charm to speak without fear of contradiction of almost as extraordinary.

From another point of view, my yardstick will always focused on the comparison, even unconsciously, with the Prince album to their discography, (as I said) Forever. Forever and a tour of the catchy repeated eleven times in eleven different sauces without missing a note the peculiarity dream pop that permeates the entire album, monotone par excellence. And far be it from me to criticize the attitude monotonous I think it's the new frontier of the music, and all the bands that most 'happy to listen to entire albums now built up a strong piece that pushed them toward the sky. You people who go out in demonstrations for years, and suddenly shit out of a 4 / 4 banal and repetitive doing copy-paste the refrain of a b-side any of the Pixies and a verse copied from the B side of one of Sonic Youth who has sold 6 copies in 1991, and when the agent requires them to build an album around (11 equal pieces in 11 different sauces), here's the bang expected. This happens also in Italy, the bau exploded by copy-paste Jarvis Cocker songs that do not even remember, and played in Montepulciano. We listened to them in 20 and no spinning. Then he saw someone Baracca & Burattini and have released a lackluster album beautifully. We listened in 300. Then I went on MTV, and we were 3000. Then the EMI did release an album and are now poor monotonous 500,000. Then I went to MTV and the band of the moment. And all the little groups of the Italian provinces imitate them without shame, without notice, however, ' now that the ride is closed permanently. The

percordo is always the same, assuming 'that Forever from last century, when indie bands did not come out for a long time that peer-to-peer designated as the main trend of the season in less than a week, and if the trend today is to make Shout Out Louds album type or MGMT or Bloc Party or Keane or Athlete or Interpol or Editors or Artic Monkeys (a band of the province of Newcastle played at the festival the local copy-paste the above, any notice them a big dick , the band signed to Subpop and remains nell'alveo indie about a year or two, then vodaf * chooses to advertise in the autumn of that famous copy-paste, signed to EMI and cover bands are born of Franz Ferdinand like mushrooms after rain, and last as long as mushrooms after rain, in fact) the Cranes had arrived there twenty years ago.

And again, I do not see anything wrong in this, nor am I complaining. The groups cover of Joy Division, mentioned earlier, is my daily bread, and for years I longed for the cover band Smashing, monotonous and lack of m'è now become synonymous with confusion, that's why the new album Afterhours can never please me, having no reference points. After were the new wave, post punk, post rock and ballads for small hyena was a noble and delicate album, I would say the most 'beautiful in their discography, and treated the same songs all around me-the-king. The Milanese killed on Saturday means a lot, it ends up not saying anything, without a shred of the guideline. And this self-titled

Cranes is arranged in a logical and so conscientious that, as far as to have little monotonous, it flows in a refined musical crescendo. The attack chimes with that, I will tell you the truth, put me shiver. I knew that if Shaw could be fixed permanently with that stuff and, if so, I would be forced to intercept all copies of the CD to throw them in the Mariana Trench and strocare brutally gothic Portsmouth, erasing forever from my memory any of their track, and the first two parts are in fact based on the fucking music box sounds and torn and baby voice choir dell'Antoniano; too exaggerated, too heavy trials, until 1 minute and 23 seconds of the turn Worlds here: chitarrone sound and two full chords, the wonder cranes in all its glory, decadent , sad, tears, began the delicate lament of Alison Shaw, who leads us into a new carpet of sounds more and more 'bitter and engaging. Unfortunately, the carillon's cock back, and minimalism is king in the next few pieces, but instead of undermining the quality of all this choice gives the album a remarkable dignity. This is the case Feathers, but not Wires, thin but rhythmic with a guitar line that conceals the success plin plin heavy and hateful, but the real highlight, unforgettable anthology, is Wonderful things, nomen omen, growing in scale deep voice accompanied by the desperate and the only Shaw's, four minutes Kind of an acoustic or with a little distortion, without battery, a sad song and decadent, to be heard in religious silence, as much as the piece immediately following Collecting Stones, a melody of another world, on the air Paris and Rome, another of our great classic, but with a convincentissima Alison, sad and whispering. The disc is a continuous crescendo Panorama on, basically, is more and more 'concreteness, uniformity, although the landscape is more ethereal as in the episodes' of successful Cranes. Invisible is the last song without drums, instead of returning in Move Along, which is also minimal and melodic, at night, "water" as Sleepwalking , instrumental piece, until the closure from the perspective of shoegaze Cranes as an anthology of the pillars of their music, the essence of most 'pure dream, chorus and delay on a ride endlessly repeated, High and Low.

The namesake of the Cranes, in essence, is an experimental and minimal travel, a new experience but dream hard, proposed by applying sound different to the characteristics typical of their music, thus enriching and innovating. Something that surprised me and happily surprised, sampling and the chimes are well proportioned and Alison's voice is always that value added melodic, a single instrument, the fundamental element of yet another surreal journey of a decadent and mature band, which is redeemed by the previous episodes and even less fortunate without reaching those heights that perhaps their self-endemic will not allow him to draw ever proves to be an active, rational, courageous and able to communicate much more, should and could add several other chapters to Baroque world he has created, which has built the most 'solid foundations and on which, as this disc demonstrates, once again, reigns with few conflicts, and especially with unquestionable merit.

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I would like to announce that I have ready a post on the last album by Cranes of long chilling, but the first to propose (in days), I feel compelled, as the title of the post and the inability to fail respect to the profession are both commendable for the destiny of mankind, to talk to the concert tonight.
I've been to see dEUS Aula Magna, after about three years since the last concert , afraid of having to meet tangible Filipa with boyfriend in tow.

Filipa had threatened me with everything else: aos dEUS em principle Deveria go and so, after I had even promised to care for one million years ago, I embarked alone in a Lisbon deserted at 19.30 with an obsession that haunted me for about a month. But there will Filipa? And if you might meet, what will happen? To die of a heart attack when I ask tudo bem, after showing me from behind her fringe millimeter (Filipa every fifteen minutes has the seal of TAGHEUER that appears, as in Formula One races, all overlaid on the temple for 4 / 2 left), the smile more 'clever and mischievous, sensual and enchanting cities in the whole of Western Europe more' romantic peninsula Iberian as no one can ever know what might be false is always one of the gestures' most charming I have seen directly involved in the last ten years? Or begin to tremble, unable to stand up?

A Saldanha, news of what you remember, if I had ever needed, that the Portuguese always interested in their characteristics put them on display: Saldanha station is closed on weekends.
do not know? He did not know anyone, but we Lusitanian surprises like these are ideal for frustrated a bit 'more'.

begins well, I feel that Filipa'll be waiting for the door just to move your hand and say hello from a distance, look what I do please . I climb up to Campo Grande, leaving the canary, within the tube, go with ostentatious appearance annoyed by true italian a train of dark fringes forty centimeters high and one meter murderess with a smile that reaches me and charge me up to Cidade Universitaria. Grim, looking straight at the tip of amphibians, I dare not face a single fringe until the corner of the eye from a distance I see that no, none of them can 'be Filipa, for a number of reasons I have already escaped. Tranquillizzatomi, a decent crowd in front of me is revealed Aula Magna talking, drinking beer, smoking a cigarette while waiting to enter, and with the speed a sprinter, I put in the location of the concert without even looking in the face mask.

The girl has a fringe of merchandising perfect, you notice, not high, smiles at everyone, it shows a little 'the roof (some will remember the story of the roof of the school? Filipa And then we wrote it in my face I sure, the monster tit ) if needed. It may well be Filipa, better get in without thinking about pins and crap like that, which thou hast almost twenty () years, and I sit down, leaving a seat between me and my neighbor's side already occupied by true italian wide space, obviously after having chosen the row over ' away from fringe groups and the like. As if it were easy, in front of me there are two bassine fringes, with a boyfriend of two meters and the other all alone, by the slender body and very talkative. At any moment one of them should turn round and say " António, you tas aqui também?! "with the subtitle Algarve accent in Italian is out with a slight delay, not I've got the tag heuer at the temples, I was wholly occupied by the war memorial, and I will plant a knife in the heart without breaking it more 'ability to sew.

But no, the fringes are two harmless lisboete university, moreover, clear-eyed, and I relax again more 'when he sits next to me a perfect nerd who works as the Iron Curtain from the right side.
Another army of fringe sits behind me. At the beginning it is impossible to verify the physical presence of my obsession, after a tremendous effort pretend to have heard some rumbling and I spun around four out of five of the indicted framing: Roger are all top of the third, Filipa not c 'is. But that's behind me? What I have not seen?

has red hair, but Filipa not seen her for weeks, maybe it was solid and did not tell me nothing, maybe a cousin and a minor since he had a fight with the guy at the concert we went with her and her indieamiche ; maybe the voice is different because it has a cold ... rimungino good for fifteen minutes, until the patron saint of Lisbon does not light up and I tried but failed to show indifference I look at the chick behind me suddenly turning on myself.

may be all but Filipa, do not miss the Portuguese. I'm a jerk.

Now, however, 'Filipa I would like to see it. I would like to see her from afar, now that I'm safe. I would like to see it and pretend not to see her, hoping she did not known to admire his expressions, his reactions to the concert, his relationship with the guy with whom he started to shake hands too long ago. I would look whisper Little Arithmetics, who knows how many times Avra done, and I even for four minutes and sixteen I could see the charm of its abandonment, music, on time, distance, life and death. Or maybe I
known, and I tease with a smile of his.

And the concert begins. Barman Pawlowsky and are always there, in form, are much changed 'I them in the last three years, the bass player is the same, who remembers what it's called, I find it better, I think the new drummer, the guy who played the moog, which this time did not lead, it is more and more 'with his little violin played as a kind of low. Pawlowsky is confused, someone goes out of time, Barman laughs and says shit, as always, the evening with dEUS the friends you always guarantee.

I look around, and Filipa there. Down, maybe now that it is important to find the right contacts and sits in the front rows up in boxes, but nothing.
stop counting errors, and I began to dance well. The dEUS are strong, are an alternative rock very, very melodido, pop, garage, a nice mix, then I heard them often rough tonight, incazzatelli, a good concert even though the acoustics forget it.

also Little Arithmetics, I decide simply to close their eyes. You will not see that today Filipa humming, not even right. I think I do not know.
Pero 'she'll be back there, I hope, the star listening. At least once with me, even if she does not know and probably never will know, has listened to the end of this night.
not allow me to sing either, I can well disappear, change the scene, a close-by on the screen of the girl who does not even know that tickets are dEUS, who has just remember hearing this song for some summer years ago in Tavira, probably the year that Thuram remembered condemn lusi, his father had rented a house and remember to have met a girl who knew then moved to Lisbon for the university.

And she his girlfriend, our protagonist here, in the middle of the room, in a row away (You know, the arrogance of Filippa must have done so arrive 30 minutes late, my, of arrogance, I would have done well to do, but by calculating the chances of meeting her I preferred the early Swiss), is humming Little Arithmetics while the guy is embracing, touching his neck and then her hips, and she smiles, she smiles and never hide the malice of the sweetness of her eyes and large blacks, questioning the destiny and astral conjunctions that have put them together, while He has already made a habit, and the liquid showing white teeth of guy.
Do not worry, that belief system behind the big table and everything back in order. Until

the most 'smallest of the three will not try, unfortunately, to cut the cake , and only now I realize the real reason why I chose the shirt of Death Cab for Cutie to go to dEUS.

The concert ends, I run quickly to Campo Grande, without 'seeing fringe everywhere, ends the service meter, turn the ends of the guard Carris, also ends this weekend.
A tunnel leads me home, illegal parking, two friends staggering, four
benfiquisti disappointed (not a typo).

Pessoa did say that the accountant.
I do not know, then I do not understand poetry, but I am not aware Ungaretti was never an interior decorator.

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The Gallagher family and the discovery Facing the risk of dignity


At the end of this year, mostly full 'of nice surprises, including the album more' acceptable situerò with absolute certainty Dig Out Your Soul, Oasis of my favorites ever.

seems strange to me, but, here, and rarely guilty of proper attention and great tribute to one of the band, however, more 'important in my life, not a mystery that I was on the side of Gallagher at the time of the explosion the brit, which closely follows, live, and with great enthusiasm.

Already in 2005 the output of the brothers of Manchester, Do not Believe The Thruth , devoted words of tribute and respect, the album was not that great thing, but if after Be Here Now (included) have mainly been disappointments, the new / old course started with the release of three years ago did not promise sparks, but we definitely showed a dignity that seemed rather it is lost album after album.

Nobody can 'deny that Morning Glory is one of the disks was more' important in pop history, like Definitely Maybe is an immortal masterpiece, and who wrote this album is not fair nor objective efforts to seek originality, or amaze every time the whole world with special effects. Oasis, basically, whether or not they had the approval of the fans or the comfort of the box office, have never stopped doing brit pop: and though I have often allowed the luxury to even acknowledge also Gibbard low experimentation, I never used to move large complaints to the duo Gallagher, Oasis have invented a genre, in fact, say that the embodied (as I said a few posts ago, as much as Alice embodied the grunge) and continued to play their music, innovating perhaps poorly, and it is normal that if you reach a peak on the second album that hundreds of people have pursued a life and are death without even being able to see it come in second after a downward trend, but one step at a time, however, are recovered up to all'ascoltabilità Dont't Believe ... and the good record that we have in this 2008.

who published Definitely Maybe and Morning Glory has no more 'no kind of obligation to me, nor in music. The base

brit, however, never hides in what is essentially an album infused with different sounds that I never expected to hear from them, even making me doubt, at first hearing, the paternity of the pieces that I-uh ... - downloaded-but-so I buy it, if the guitar Bag It Out and the Nature of Reality is more 'American Albion, too American, it seems that shit ineffable Lenni creviz, strange for what is historically Gibsonia Noel. And while the piece just mentioned that the deception is revealed to Liam that draws more 'markedly his complaint to give the brand name Oasis, the entrance song intrigued me enough to eagerly consume the rest of the album. The Turning is a bit strong, rocking, very harsh, Waiting for the Rapture would be, with that aggressive distortion, but of course if you put a melody then comes out soft you a song by Oasis first manner, and chapeau , The Shock of the Lightning is certainly the singolone, sound convincing, perfect song, rain, confusion, gray skies, soft lights and crowded pub on the outskirts of Manchester; a postcard from England and a greatest hits album Oasis. Very welcome, as I'm Outta Time the Triston that will fall in love in the time of those who definitely were not yet born and Live Forever could not listen to the radio, and for me a piece so not capitalized by Gallagher really listened to him for at least 12 years.

And then a different maturities, made by arranging new, perhaps, in Falling Out -serving even the coexistence of the orchestra and distortion heavy-and To Be Where There's Life , where it slows down a lot and we look in the mirror and there is contemplated, I would not say it's about being short of ideas, but if you look out from window of the bedroom for the first time in 20 years you will see everything with an eye too myopic. Sounds are repeated, played back, already broken down and forgotten, we are not judging, but pulled the ear of the pulls for vigorosissima Is not Got Nothin ', that the idea was sound from the internet and to whom the brit Gallagher obviously have cut the balls in a very wicked and.
Fear of repetition? Fear of criticism?
I do not think I would say more 'fear of themselves, of being left again locked in the room above.

Why is essentially the sense of what I'm writing: Oasis are beginning to experiment, and if I am so obsessive self-imposed so that when they should knead the bread with the same recipe ever to pull out as I know, I do not say a Columbia, but Magic Pie, as if ashamed, and clip the wings. That the closure Soldier On is a song that could live a different story if they had written in 1994.

But there is no need to complain over 'too much. The album runs fast, is not the top ten of the year, is not even worthy of the top 20 but only because the competition is very strong, is pleasant, promising, diverse, honest and raw. It looks like a collection of jam sessions, but is also an album by the group at dusk, although this twilight the Gallagher brothers are showing us that they are finally beginning to knowing how to live with. That's what I hope to them and to me, many years and many albums still well packed, as these last two, I do not want to define subdued, but pleasant, however, worthy of being listened to more 'times, and finally be joined at that' inspiration in the 90's has put the world at his feet.
Learning to live with the best that rock is huge and everything Wonderwall 'that goes around, show that Gibson is not good for the nail to hang anyone, appreciate the sadness of twilight, the lights' most charming.
Dig Out Your Soul: a glimmer of hope.

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And this year we return to talk about school. Once again this year to protest a reform. Probably nothing will happen again this year, apart from the usual slightly moved in October. Words to the wind, regardless of the direction will be blocked. Once again this year. And now we have become accustomed. Now even more interested students to skip school too much under the guise of protest. Protest against it then? Inside or outside the school is the same, nothing anywhere. Indifferent. And maybe that's good. Yeah, maybe it is good that the guys have realized that you can not wait to be the state to change lives, to make them live. Whether the state to fill their days. Do not expect anything from nothing. Young people are now on the verge of disillusionment and systematic disregard for everything . And maybe that's good. Yes, perhaps because it is easier for some adults, watching them die head down and staring waiting for the end of the hour, understands that a vote (although in tenths), not a uniform, not a "Committee on External and above not un'''educazione civil coexistence "will save these boys from the black hole of meaninglessness and fear that the company is leading them affectionately taking his hand. Then the teachers, education advocates (now called abominable" schooling "). Poor things, increasingly dismayed and forlorn can not help but object to any professional that gasping sessantottino committed vile myth of their generation, like that of a crusader fought for the freedoms that now, this barbarous Saracens students destroy and despise. And neither one nor the others are wrong, rather they look identical. Except that the prof. still continue to hope, some reforms to the school, who in those on pensions. And the deans, they also "live" part of the school, the last bastions of public schools. They also divided into those who expect their retirement and who, Atlantic now try to hold a low cultural level. And the business school (teaching-learning) is reduced to a huge Rischiatutto. Here is the Italian school a. Guilty? None. No one but the forty years of ideologies that have prevented us to face the facts and men. Then, moreover, the structures (even if dilapidated) there are and the laws are good. Why, then, is dehumanizing? What is the problem? He does not know what is its nature, its function. No longer able to respond to those who ask why study, if not insipid and painful to talk about "personal culture". Course of prof. fans there, but in the end for many it is only because life has taken a certain turn, but they do talk about the study, do not respond to those who ask what the hell centers with real life, with the needs and desires when 17 years old. But then that action needs to be done? What not to die in this depressing situation? None. No it is not a problem of organization of the school, programs of the Ministry of uniforms, books or lessons, it is a matter of history, is the problem of the passage of generations that has lost the idea of \u200b\u200bman and education, is a cultural problem, a culture without history or reasons, it is a social problem of a society that devours people and scatters them. And if someone had noticed, some "prophet" that few have been able to listen, read Pasolini. How, then save the school today to implode? Certainly those who govern must do so with the reforms that help and facilitate the education, but this is only an aid, does not guarantee anything. And 'the human, the human value true the only thing that will save the school (Essendon then the cause). And 'look at each of the professors and students. Rediscover the meaning of the same school. Then the story is always the case (and could not be otherwise), at least no obligation first and statism and we had two thousand years of school events only serious men with reality, and without any equipment. Now we hope ministers, trade unions, r iforme and the pseudo-teachers the most authoritative voices on the school do not continue to be the Pink Floyd and Venditti, but present experiences of those who live in school with passion and desire rio. We are just beginning.



Gabriele Raimondi

Studs Or Blades For Rugby

there are those who surrender, no matter what you are looking for.


Between Mario and Luigi always chose the one dressed in green.
as is the case I chose green to red Sporting nfica B *, as is the history of marmalade and chocolate, but do not deceive you the opening words, again it comes to music and adolescent apologies.

Yes, it finally came my favorite season of the year (it is different from the month, be careful ...), the cool October surprise before the decadence of the Holy and Venerable November, and of course you take the discs more 'old.

is a bit ', for example, that the parties I go to Seattle (and who ever he's off the hook ask where it came from Ben Gibbard), taking, among other things, some things that escaped me at the time, adding a completely different musical awareness, which makes me re-evaluate and assess whole discography.
not changing, but 'the judgments of the bottom: after 15 years, I continued to choose Soundgarden, for inspiration, violence, class, exhibitionism, attitude, integrity, flexibility. If Pearl Jam had of ballads insurmountable, Soundgarden also made him optimistic. If Nirvana were extraordinarily melodic pieces as well as some of Soundgarden place their role very well pop. If Alice were decadent, violent, dirty, maybe the real example and sublimation of grunge, the incarnation of the most 'pure for sure, and Soundgarden also knew this to be.
And in terms of voice, speak to the immortal Cobain, Layne Staley of the glare, the special nasal Vedder, Chris Cornell, but really (the time) was God on earth, not for nothing is called Christ. Chris had everything and did not miss anything. And not for nothing, in the supergroup the lead voice was his.
Yet, a marvel, I will speak of another cd of those years, Two Words, by Carmen Consoli.

Many people think that I hate Carmen Consoli, or that they have not been estimated, or that the taxes on a few.
In fact, the merits of Jones has very few imported some female singers in Italy, but the pop noise (yes, it is strong, but 'I swear that I felt more in average Hysterical' a blatant plagiarism of Sonic Youth) and ever so slightly improvised always relegated to a limbo neither good nor vicious, reserved for very few, as many will know and will imagine given my strong line of demarcation (aut aut me like shit is hopeless), ascoltabilissima, enjoyable, I have more 'of an original home, but the originality Consoli, let me, does not bring some of the best palm. Pero 'this self-imposed limbo (note, as the Italian singers do not deny that promising opportunities thrown to define wind always exercised a discreet charm on me, an example is Grignani, Pop Corn Fields is one of the few grunge album released in Italy and then the darkness - cit. non-random) after the thunderous fall of sales on average due to hysterical (in fact for those made sbolognare - Confused and happy after it sold 150,000 in your opinion how much is printed for Hysterical average, which he sold half? - have released deluxe edition exit 1 September, for "decades." And yes, because I usually do not sell albums that are a fucking to celebrate. Get out of my ass fuck record) above has still not allowed to sit next to the fears, such as .

Yet Jones was well. He was presented in San Remo, with my great dismay that was to take us up to the last, but my favorite was a mouthful in more ', that album of the same name, confused and happy, and become a workhorse that allowed to climb rankings by two steps at a time, and exploded with a crystalline class, burned, LSD, melodic, raw, distorted, what Polly Jane years ago, which makes the next great album, Hysterical average, which of course general public did not catch even with subtitles. The

have slapped and after the carnage of my personal peak of his discography he came up with a lackluster State of Necessity, 300,000 tickets at checkouts, with arches and dictated from the top of the ladder do in all ways known. Sputtanante an echo of the thought that ran in those days, and Carmen disappeared from my priorities.

But in 1996 a few words and was a pop gem. And I probably always more 'love of others, even if I ate my copy of confused and happy that I was stolen from Alessio, and who is now in Treviso, and that I'll never see more', and I just finished plugging on top of all average Hysterical.
listen to it now opens the doors remained frighteningly reinforced for decades: naive, melodic, sweet, naive in the lyrics and music, I force his hand, college.
Texts from diaries of the school, what someone wrote on the last paper that I read in the Republic of school diaries, which were all, all we wrote in the diary of others, and that only a few pages of the girls were encrypted. It was the joint growth, the discovery of the other. And I think that my writing was more 'refined, more' descriptive, more 'imaginative and creative than it is now. He lived in dreams, now lives on bread at the table and deep memories and for this neighborhood. Convenience is the person who killed me.

But without digressing, I appreciate the simplicity of that album (and simplicity, the piece), the glaring lack of experience the singing of the console, fragile, small but eager to change register, wanted a dog's heart, he hated the gossips (gem that really rattle-language high school, only for the ingenuity worth the price of the ticket), but crying to give a the advice that sounded like a tune, or hide the tears as she happened to love a plastic, or an ever dreamed it, until the end.
An album well produced, well played, very direct, without too many thoughts on target to hit, was worth it for us as pre-teens to those a little 'more' anzianotti her, that at the time he was 21, came out as a kind presentation on MTV with the scale of allegrotta Plastic Love, first of a boom that you wanted to mention. Yet I

parts of this album, quite a puzzle, in fact, I really appreciate what is to follow the singolone said, opening song. The sadness on my skin, with a fairy whispers of the console, the consolation of happy I can be (re-reading my diaries, looks a bit '...), the immense sky of the purest love of what I feel have definitely had a value very high in my plays in subsequent years. If this is, to grow musically, learning to listen to everything, from the point of view of most pop 'easy all I have to say that I do not mind at all that this album of Carmen has contributed to my education.

Yet the endemicity of my being is due to come out the same.
I took the disc, not too much by accident, it is a sad album, after all, and I was a pop for this first Friday evening of autumn true, that still can 'say I even a leaf has fallen, and decades after I opened the booklet.
I think it was the second time since I have, that is just over ten years.
And I discovered that the mica Consoli we played the electric part.
And I discovered that the producer and arranger is also extraordinary and sadly passed away Virlinzi Francis, the man leading the music in Catania, certainly not in Battipaglia, in order November 2000 at only 43 years.

One thing that I knew is that my favorite song on the album is I never asked. Consoli-of-Virlinzi Rinaldi. Mica flour sack cantantessa. The number 6
of twelve songs. The central point, the filler par excellence. What we here? Dunno, I wrote a text. Improvvisaci a melody. Carmen, what do you say? Perfect, we just add the sound there that he felt the other day and you're done, let's move on to more serious now. With a beginning dragged a sad melody, the words naive el'insostenibile incommunicability weight of those years. Who would have thought that I would come almost to cultivate it. Carmen Consoli

listened, and I was away. Even unconsciously, chose a different path to the sound of Prince, the overall structure of the disc. Growing up on three repeated chords, rhythm schitarrata, battery-fetched, I would choose the more 'complicated, than in the second floor, covered jar on the shelf, the jam, the one who was always quiet, the most' unlucky in the Iberian Peninsula.

preferred Luigi Mario.
And I prefer to stay in this corner.