Saturday, June 21, 2008

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Hello, 've been absent for artistic reasons, say, and I added a line to my little blog. Thursday, 19 the Don Ciccio Philarmonic Orchestra, band I belong to a Year 'Satto' satta (www.myspace.com / doncicciophilarmonicorchestra) I personally find it terrible to communicate to the microphone connected to the internet where you can get info on an artist once gave the phone or not 's Address management It 's my fancy I know, but feel "to learn more www www!" I am the effect of being an accomplice to a teleshopping, on the other hand it seems that if they can not do without this form of advertising nowadays. You know, I dream a band playing in basements, which uses the tools they need to draw and different sounds, poor, thin you do not use the click who dresses artificialissimo in style and not with the false normality mtv (today I saw Coldplay and the new, bad song, and their painters their peeled and think of the poor and cumbersome masks the Magik Band, trout from the muzzle of the captain and all that his art has settled into me) (or research reluctance of Nick Drake, resulting in the evil of the new century. It seems that Drake had only 24 concerts, and then avoid like the plague the stage. Trouble tuning the guitar (one Guild on gut strings with which Drake explored dozens of open tunings). I read that at the beginning he played with a group of women dressed in ostrich feather boa sought. I imagine the elegant, charming Giant Tanword Man whispering compassatoR iver surrounded by these beauties in feathers.) There is a person who is very dear to me who comes to my desire and is a fellow of the road music, Marco Quaranta, bass. He also www.myspace.com / marcoquaresimin Nosrati perhaps the idea of \u200b\u200bpoverty is slightly different (I always keep something lavish and lush in Marco is closer and more acidic as lemon) but I think we get caught in somehow. I admire his poverty different from mine, so maybe he does not know me ... I'm worried about Venice this for years but now we are in the post apocalypse. Venice has become ugly and vulgar, statues of ancient buildings which until the 80 gleaming, like a huge abandoned in September. Ugly people, televisionizzata, drugs that are wicked, studentariato communist / consumerist and the words of Che Raffaella Carra, a cultural oxymoron that does not accept (mixed elements and you will have the effect of implosion so useless today that it would fire and the flames) alcohol; always been but now is not the wine that the Venetians have never been able to choose from, but the beers in plastic. Reggae rages even if it is a bit 'diminished (and thank goodness it can not be more). Password "SKY" for the matches, even in homes unsuspected I did not ask these warm years, I have appended to wake roaring When she was dying and I'm approaching this whole dodging mediocrity

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