Sometimes the trip from my house to work hard too little, just a quarter of an hour, the last fifteen minutes of freedom before ... work, indeed! Usually, in that quarter of an hour listening to some records that I know by heart that is more reassuring, reminding me of happy things, sometimes listening to new records, they rarely discharge, often buy them, sight unseen, taking on heavy inculatura , pesaaanti!
Semper Biot So I downloaded the disk (Stephen) Edda (Rampoldi) and I put it in the car on the way to go to work, the way that sometimes a little too hard because it is truncate the unfair play a disc just to be on time to work, when the unions will do something?
I was in the right mood to listen Semper Biot, depression morning ritual, post hangover, inquetude given by Maltepe, drowsiness, etc. ... all moods which I assume are suitable for any kind of disc, in fact I appreciated very, very, very disc (Stephen) Edda (Rampoldi)!
Then came to my mind a lot of things, such as "Edda If it were not the lead singer of tribal rhythms, the man the myth, the myth of man, this album probably would have ended up in some useless useless recensitoio web zine "Then I thought of Lou Reed and his Metal Machine Music .... but, well, not really got to do a hard dick with Edda!
The point is that probably all the world's music critics do not understand a shit and that each listener can not understand a shit and understands more than any other, but are still too young to think that way, before the time I make cynical, narrow-minded, traditionalist and nostalgic of my time (or worse, times have never been mine) before abbruttirmi and become even more obnoxious buy the discs of all Edda in the world!
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