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E' Natale.

"Mom ... out the window there's Santa!"
"Then hurry to sleep else that does not give you the presents!"
"But mom ... .. I look so strange ..."
"But what you say, baby, come get your pajamas"
"Even if there's Santa Claus out of the window looking at me?"



Christmas is kitsch, period.

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Nostalgia passeggera.

you remember the Blue Tree first phase of minimalism?
And the Furby that exploded in the microwave?
And children who had committed suicide because he had died on tamagotchi? And Heidi
when we were too young to think that taking drugs?
And Tickling? And when we bought
i lecca lecca per collezionare gli adesivi delle Spice Girls?
E tutti gli album di figurine che non arrivavamo mai a finire?
E Ash Ketchum che da Pallet partiva per catturare tutti i Pokemon? Prima di tutti i mondi paralleli e delle nuove specie.

Vi ricordate quando arrivava il Natale ed eravamo tutti ansiosi, felici, smaniosi di aprire tutti quei bei regali? Quando davanti alla TV si passavano le ore a guardare pubblicità di giocattoli e scrivere la lista a Babbo Natale? Quando venivi mandato a letto presto altrimenti non ti portava i regali, ma mai senza prima aver lasciato fuori latte e biscotti sul tavolo di cucina? Che abbuffate deve essersi fatto mio padre, controvoglia o non, per far sparire le tracce.

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Five pm.

The clock above the door always marks the fifth, according to the best English tradition.
I go back to the table where I sat William Blake. With him is his friend a vampire that I must submit what he had tried to get out of the fourth dimension, but only succeeded in becoming the protagonist of a novel hormone for teens in crisis. The environment is all so Victorian, floral, fine. They took us to the jasmine tea that smells of spring, and two plates of muffins and cookies. It all melts in the mouth in an explosion of taste.
William tells me he is writing a new poem, and the row that had to do for the tour to hell. I diavoli sono così poco organizzati. Gli angeli, da quando hanno messo i vetri a specchio nei botteghini, credono di avere sè stessi come clienti e fanno di tutto per servirli in fretta nel modo migliore. Il vampiro si lamenta dei licantropi che lasciano regalini dappertutto; sta veramente diventando un problema, ci dice. Però non aggiunge altro perchè sarebbe scortese parlarne ancora mentre si mangia.
Prendere il thè con William Blake nella quarta dimensione è sempre interessante.

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A lei piaceva essere ricordata così.

Addio Bettie .

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La morte del romanticismo.

Lui era uno di quegli uomini duri, misteriosi, affascinanti, con un non so che di indomabile. Alto, le spalle larghe, i capelli scuri che incorniciavano un volto angelico da cui traspariva l'ombra di un'anima sofferente.
Lei era in estasi davanti a quel corpo perfetto, a quell'uomo perfetto, a quel momento perfetto.
Era quasi il tramonto, e il Sole intenso riempiva l'aria di luce calda. Sotto al balcone in stile barocco si estendeva la città, quasi fosse di loro proprietà. Era tutto alla portata delle loro dita.
Si guardarono negli occhi, a lungo, persi nei meandri degli specchi dell'anima.
"Io non ho legami." La sua voce era avvolgente, esotica, selvaggia.
Lei capiva, capiva tutto. Capiva che aveva sofferto nella vita, aveva costruito una difesa intorno al suo cuore che lei stava mandando in pezzi. Capiva che, per la vita che faceva, ogni legame era p ericoloso, ogni amico ed ogni persona cara rischiava la vita; lei era disposta ad accettarlo, per lui. E capiva che mancassero semplici secondi a quel lungo bacio che avrebbe messo il sigillo alla loro unione, al fatto che le loro anime si appartenessero.
"Però ho un preservativo."






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Quando la noia.

"Tesoro, ti volevo regalare una rosa ma erano finite. Quindi eccoti una banana,"

Sul mio letto c'è a set of illogical cinafrusaglie. On my new bed ridden by me and that despite this after two nights is still standing, I would like to add. And on my new bed is so beautiful that I want to live there.
First there's me and there is a cat, he blessed him sleeping. And we are the only two living things on the bed at the moment, given that my mother wanders the house, my sister watching TV and the tortoise wallowing in his bowl of ice water. Do you think it sucks the turtle wet-faced bitch on the beautiful blue duvet. Then there is a packet of tissues, my cell phone-pink a few years ago I would not have even imagined, let alone agreed to have a pink mobile phone and a lipstick-pink forever, home phone, a tape measure, a beach towel and the IKEA catalog. Oh, and even a mouse.

Anyway I'm delirious with the cold, I'm going to do two jumps to warm up.

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A volte capita così.

I wake up, I find the jingle of the phone and lose the meaning of life.
The severity of the dreams I was sick all night.
I'll be protected from the world as long as I stay in the warm embrace of the bed.
Yet the logic that until recently was scontatamente part of me is now out of my reach. What is put one foot before the other, one thought after another, a moment after the other?
The interior and exterior are so mixed that I get up like a robot leaving the sweet warmth of procrastination.
In front of the mirror seems to me to observe the spirit of the past. The skin bleached by the lack of sleep, the eyes surrounded by traces of makeup and dark circles. Where is the beautiful smiling mask the night before? As you change, how we see ourselves different depending on your feelings. Before now ... and then after? I grasp the idea of \u200b\u200btime and again the meaning of life seems more closely.
But basically there is no time. It 's just the invention of men who can not stand the idea of \u200b\u200bliving a moment.

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Quanto più del tempo si tiene a conto, tanto più si dispera d'averne che basti; quanto più se ne gitta, tanto par che n'avanzi.

'Do so, dear Lucilius: you claim to possession of yourself, and time, which until now you were openly stolen, or stolen, or slipped, pick it up and keep it. Convince yourself that things are as I write: part of the time it is taken away, one hand there is kidnapped by stealth, some runoff . The most shameful loss, however, is what happens to our negligence. And if you want to be attentive, you'll see men waste much of his life doing evil, mostly by doing nothing, doing nothing more entire life.
Who will find me setting the price at the time, that gives value to one day, he realizes to die every day? This fact deceive ourselves that we see before us the death, but much of it has passed through, as long as we behind shoulders owns death. Fa 'So, my dear Lucilius, what I write are doing: grab and hold tight every hour less dependent on tomorrow if you possess the firmly of today. While we refer to the future, life goes away. All the rest, or Lucilius, belongs to others, it is our only time, the nature has given us the possession of this one well and unsafe passing, and from this we have cast out anyone who wants it. But the foolishness of mortals is so large, who agree to be put into account, as they got, insignificant and worthless objects, be replaced with others, but nobody believes it owes anything to have received the gift of time; yet questo è l'unico bene che neanche chi è riconoscente può restituire.
Forse mi chiederai come mi comporto io che ti do questi consigli. Te lo confesserò schiettamente: faccio come chi è spendaccione ma preciso: tengo i conti delle spese. Non posso dire di non sprecare, ma ti potrei dire quanto spreco e perché e come: ti potrei spiegare i motivi della mia povertà. Mi capita però ciò che capita di solito a chi è caduto in miseria non per colpa sua: tutti lo scusano, nessuno lo aiuta. E allora? Non considero povero l'uomo a cui basta quel poco che gli rimane; preferirei tuttavia che tu facessi tesoro delle cose tue; e comincerai per tempo. Infatti, secondo il parere dei nostri antichi, "è troppo tardi per save the time you reach the dregs ", because the part that remains on the bottom is not only smaller but also the worst. Take care." [Seneca, The Epistle to Lucilius]



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the tragic side of the dancefloor: quando il rancore scende in pista


before attacking the other night I was very upset because we were playing before a group. When playing in local groups, usually there are people just like to dance music's shit, and I often feel very out of place and inappropriate. Then instead of my concerns proved unfounded as usual and I knew how to read the evening with his usual clarity and professionalism.
When it came our moment has come forward saying BatFabio "start I see that it pulls air. " Of course, pulling the air in the room turned into a dance floor has never presented any all night. One girl even put my head in but ran away in horror, unable to bear the chilling image of the strobe light that swirled in the air. Then came my turn, and without wanting to commit the sin of immodesty, I must say that I did record the highest peak rating of the evening when he arrived in console BatFabio saying with great enthusiasm that had seemed to see one at the bar that moved her head in time . Needless to say, like a month ago I changed jobs and this evening I managed to convince a large handful of my colleagues to cross the city on foot to come and listen, hoping in this way to play the card of musical credibility to climb some positions in the hierarchies inside the office. Must have been very happy because in the middle of the first piece had all already evaporated, leaving behind on the tables of pints of beer just started, leaving me with the problem of having to find the courage to reappear in the office to pick them glances of reproach that I deserved . Unfortunately, when the people I know I sweat, and when I'm always acted Born Under Punches Talking Heads. When I do not know what disk to put on and I start to dig into the case nervously looking for a record that pushes the crowd cheering my name, I always check happens in the brain a little voice that says "Born Under Punches to add that this is a piece that always breaks! Everyone goes crazy for Born Under Punches. " And I say that God is true, Born Under Punches mast step. And I put it. And people go away in disgust. Every time. Only god that dog never learns. Because it is true that throughout the history of music there will be ten most beautiful pieces of Born Under Punches, but it is also true that when you party stands in front of a wall of dissonance and roar into which many people on Friday nights are not very prone to crashing. In a perfect world, dozens of people should begin to squirm in an effort untenable to follow simultaneously the tribalism of the drums and hard guitar deviance. In a world of shit but your friends will turn their backs and run counter to the spirits in order to darken the hearing. I tried to catch him but everything went inexorably lost and then I left with no other solution was to not take any short cut to an exit decent. The first thought was to shake his head all the time complaining about some technical problem that did not allow me to work as befitted a DJ of my caliber. I just had to give up after measuring the size and the wickedness of the local sound engineer, opting instead for the more reprehensible because of the hysterical scene, giving all the blame on a girl who, despite not reach the parameters of good looks necessary to make me a request, had approached and asked if I was putting my Cansei De Ser Sexy. In fact, I admit that I have a problem with the requests and had some inkling that has been evident to me and DJ enzo Tavagnasco when we closed the evening raging on the remains of a boy in ethyl precoma a couple of hours before we had asked to Thriving Ramblers. A 'I'm around all evening but was expected to put a piece of Jahtari that was the week that I could not wait to put it. This piece is called Alternative Power, a guy named Afrikan Simba. As usual, I figured il pezzo avrebbe scatenato un olocausto ritmico, con la gente che dimenava la testa in balia dei synth in levare, il pavimento che si spalancava sotto il peso del basso, i baristi che smettevano di spillare le birre per alzare le braccia al cielo. E invece arriva questa faccia di merda e mi chiede se non posso mettere qualcosa di più “commerciale” (credo abbia fatto anche il gesto delle virgolette con le dita, per il quale spero venga presto introdotto l’ergastolo) perchè lei e i suoi amici hanno voglia di ballare. Tipo i Cansei de Ser Sexy, mi fa. E allora io ho colto la palla al balzo e ho buttato via le cuffie chiedendo il cambio a Batfabio, dicendo che così non si poteva più andare avanti, perchè dio cane sono stufo di venire umiliato da questa gente che è capace soltanto di ballare della dance edulcorata e borghese, talmente priva d’anima e di coglioni che non la passerebbero neanche nell’area chill out della festa del partito democratico. Fermo restando che se pochi minuti prima non hai ballato Never Give In di The Streets vuol dire semplicemente che tu e la danza non avete niente da dirvi. Certo, puoi dimenarti saltuariamente sulla scia dell’entusiasmo del tuo quarto mojito, puoi saltellare schiamazzando con le tue amiche ogni volta che senti l’attacco di Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart. Ma del rapporto che intercorre tra un impulso sonoro e un movimento del corpo te e i tuoi amici non capirete mai un cazzo. Io e Batfbio e Dj Danilo (a sinistra nella foto di copertina) ci siamo poi allontanati con una scusa per sfuggire alla desolazione, fingendoci dei normalissimi avventori e lasciando Dj Enzo da solo a mettere dischi in una stanza vuota per una quantità irragionevole di tempo. Quando siamo tornati era incazzato come una biscia e ha preteso come risarcimento una decina di consumazioni omaggio, nonostante le quali alla fine della serata è riuscito comunque a spendere ingenti somme di denaro al bancone (certe volte penso che se l’oceano Atlantico fosse fatto di whisky & cola, dopo che gli immergi dentro Dj Enzo potresti camminare da Londra a New York senza neanche bagnarti il risvolto dei pantaloni). Comunque a Dj Danilo l’altra sera l’ho visto veramente vittima dello sconforto. Lamentava the extinction of the reasons that led him to be 60 kilometers each time to put the disks never collect a shred of satisfaction, among other things when he had to get up early the next morning to go to harvest the kiwi. But I must say that I am so happy and I'm starting to eat greedily of the contempt that people show towards us, probably because they are the victim of a strange perversion because of what I feel pleasure in exhibiting publicly my sociopathy. And if in the popular imagination the figure of the DJ is treated to the joy of sharing and unifying power of music, but is born with us, this figure is not less important the DJ that shows your Friday night with the express purpose of annoying you, not to satisfy your desires and of preventing access to those glimmers of joy and happiness that you would like to mitigate the dullness of your life.

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smetto quando voglio

have entered my 30th year of life without major emotional trauma. people ask if you feel old, I only answer sono entrato in edicola e ho comprato l'ultimo numero dell' uomo ragno . non lo facevo tipo dal 1995. "solo una volta, così, per provare", mi sono detto. il giorno dopo sono tornato in edicola e ho comprato rat-man . "ogni tanto lo compro, come la settimana enigmistica". poi l'altro giorno ho comprato la repubblica e visto che c'ero ho portato a casa anche l'ultimo x-men e un altro uomo ragno. e oggi mi sono informato sul costo di un abbonamento annuale ad amazing spiderman , che ormai vale la pena leggere in originale.

prima dei dischi, i fumetti erano la mia droga e l'intera paghetta andava all'edicolante, che era un po' come il ragazzetto che spacciava fumo di infima qualità at the park along the bit. then I am nothing more and began to frequent bad place to be toxic to the last stage: Department stores. my friends at the time, vying with those who seemed larger, they said that comics were the stuff of little boys. I would say that the first books I read were respectively # 285 of Fantastic Four (in which a child is seriously trying to imitatio burns the torch thus causing untold human and moral dilemmas that the torch) and the trilogy dogs mad (where Peter Parker finds himself in an asylum in a nightmare very dark). stuff for kids shit.

disks and then I found I had to choose, even if in the garage of my house would still be a half kilos of the stuff. now what? now I can not understand a shit, I have a gap of 15 years to recover. I do not know where is chris claremont nor Nocenti ann, my two favorite writers, but I know that John Romita Jr. draws again and is always the biggest (and is also a typical tamarro stars and stripes, I find seeing for the first Once a picture ). and I know what led to all this: Jonathan Lethem and his fortress of solitude , romanzone eaten on holiday, with those cartoons mentioned a thousand times.

what to say, then, if not by jonathan? I really need another addiction. also se in questo caso sarebbe meglio parlare di ricaduta.

in allegato un mp3 che non c'entra un cazzo ma che da settimane si voleva postare anche se non si aveva molto da dire a tal proposito, al di là di un convinto "dio fa".

[mp3] tvmr - bowie in the bronx

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oppure annettiamo il belgio

nel calcio di una volta gli oriundi erano roba normale. tipo che omar sivori iniziò con la maglia dell'argentina e poi se la sfilò preferendo quella azzurra, come se niente fosse. anche oggi, però, non si scherza. per gli europei la nazionale polacca ha marcato stretto robert acquafresca (con madre polacca) che poi ha gentilmente rifiutato, mentre nei mesi scorsi Spain and Serbia have almost come to blows to grab the Talentino Bojan Krkic.

and while amauri decide if he wants to be Italian or Brazilian, I put pressure on airplane, with two last names so that (de Luca and Fasano) figured if they are not Italian parents. then, oh, I know him to Belgium and I doubt that in that land there is some kind of attachment to the mesh. therefore it is necessary to do everything to take home, we would at least the second Italian name among the 114 RA podcast (the first was that of Italoboyz , centuries ago).

in short, everything to say that the airplane were asked to pull up the latest podcast resident advisor. and is a fairly cool mix.

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from austin to turin

Bruce Sterling is several months the guest of turin, and this is nothing new. he and his wife write a better book since last fall on printing and his name appears a bit 'many cultural events throughout the city. But so far I've never run into this extraordinary interview , offering further proof of what this man is an absolute genius. view a fantastically sharp on a city that continues to reinvent itself in search of a definitive identity.

and since we speak of turin, the beccatevi sea farmer who, despite my recent aversion to certain sounds can give me the most beautiful moments.

[mp3] Farmer Sea - Neil Young is watching me

[txt] Beyond the Beyond - Bruce Sterling's blog

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a battery straight, a bit of synth and then another, African percussion, this is the third phrase of synth, then enters the fourth and fifth then again you get lost in this mare sintetico prima che irrompa una voce assurda che nemmeno klaus nomi .

è l'incipit di with honey cream , primo pezzo di eight oh eight , il nuovo disco di black devil disco club . rapidamente, la storia. un misconosciuto disco del 1978 viene ripubblicato nel 2004 dalla rephlex di aphex twin. dietro il monicker c'è il francese bernard fevre, che approfitta delle riedizione per tornare sulle scene con 28 after . ed è una bella botta: sintetizzatori su sintetizzatori, voci che provengono dall'oltretomba, echi di moroder, colonne sonore di porno anni '70 e l'euro-disco che verrà. il tutto rigorosamente analogico, and indeed it is not clear whether the new material or at the time. "parts of the melodies Have Been with me for years [...] sorry i can not be more specific, for me, It Would Be Like Describing how to make love to a woman - Some Things Must Remain Private" says fevre to Philip Sherbourne . and secondly because it clarified the mystery when he is responsible for all the buzz in your favor?

is certainly not only the mystery play in favor of fevre that the return of 28 after has not stopped since. a phenomenal dub album of remixes, a couple of singles and remixes, and then this new album. which of course always sounds dated, ultra-modern at the same time. this is not archeology Music, nor Retrofuturo, nor of modernism. just something that sticks to the ears off and not take away even with napalm.

[mp3] black devil disco club - with honey cream

[full album] black devil - disco club (1978)

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forward Explain. Explain what is our problem with this vasco brondi , who on Wednesday had the same effect on us of a healthy sanded on the glans. all the same songs, voice piercing and annoying, and then writing - writing! - Who should represent the great discomfort of the year zero, but instead seems only a sterile cutting and pasting of images, some of them interesting, for heaven's sake, but for the most part completely random and thrown there to do some 'noise.

unfolded on.

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è questo che siamo.

photo by giulia bertelli / missbiside

beginning I was with a white robe on which was embroidered with blue thread number 1318. at the foot of the blue flip-flops, only a boxer under the bathrobe bathroom, also blue. sitting at the table with me was my lady, she wearing a fucking white bathrobe, only with a different number: 3584. we were not alone: \u200b\u200ball There were around ten people, all dressed in white and infraditate. Eating fresh fruits and drank tea at linden and calendula. and they all looked relaxed, too. they would have known who have had a lobotomy instead. I looked around and waited for the moment when the voice of Big Brother decided to have spoken with the number of the selected item. "brother 2584, come on, it's up to you" . in fact there was no voice, and there was not need to go around in a row, one after another, each with his right hand on the right shoulder of the other. I was just at the spa.

now, I've always thought that the baths were the stuff of women, old men and metrosexuals. and indeed mentre il sedicente fabio mi massaggiava la schiena sconfinando pericolosamente sul mio sederino coperto da un inquietante tanga usa e getta, per un attimo ho stretto le chiappe. "rilassati, caro" , mi ha detto lui, ma io mi sono tranquillizzato soltanto quando si è iniziato a parlare del mercato della juventus. massaggio a parte, alle terme paghi un sacco di soldi per stare nell'acqua calda a farti diventare le mani rugose, per sudare come un maiale in saune a 70° e per fare le bolle in vasca. però devo riconoscere che la cosa ha il suo perché. ad un certo punto mentre me ne stavo seduto su una poltrona che sparava getti d'acqua a 15 atmosfere con la vista sul monte bianco ho pensato che mancava soltanto una cannetta nella mano destra and a whiskey and cola in the left. I paradise I can imagine something like this.

after a full day of relaxation, however, I had the karma a bit 'unbalanced, so we went to eat a thousand calories at McDonald's, where I set foot once every 5 years and every time I remember well because I spent 5 years. mc crispy bacon in the short has swept away the toxins left by teas and fruit, beer did the rest and I came back quickly even the desire to blaspheme. I was ready to face the maximum volume .

photo by John cassanese / semantic

e qui il karma si è arrotolato su sè stesso una volta per tutte. l'attacco con atto definitivo e il primo dio mi ha messo i brividi, e giuro che non era la zibba che aggrediva il parco della pellerina. è che è stata l'occasione definitiva per comprendere quanto mimì e soci abbiano ridisegnato la mia geografia adolescenziale. avevo 16 anni e divoravo lungo i bordi. lo ascoltavo per pomeriggi interi, e immaginavo di scrivere una canzone su di me che ascoltavo fuoco fatuo davanti allo specchio di camera di mio fratello, mentre mi muovevo al suono delle chitarre elettriche, ecc. ecc. era bello avere 16 anni nel 1995. cioè, era una merda, intendiamoci. il liceo, le sfighe, il resto. però still did not know what would come later. and you had the opportunity to discover the maximum volume and buy their records the day they went out. and it was not little. and you heard them just fine, if you remember perfectly the first god from memory (and no, it was Prévert, he was always rimbaud ).

concert at the end of the first drops begin to fall, but in the end who cares. who cares well as Patti Smith, who cares about the afterhours. Who cares if it will be the last concert of the maximum volume or if followed by other records, other shows, other stuff. for the moment that's okay, we've taken what belongs to us:

something about vita. seychelles '81. il primo dio. senza un posto dove dormire. ronald, tomas e io. fuoco fatuo. altri nomi. la notte dell'11 ottobre. atto definitivo. la città morta. dopo che.

in rigoroso ordine sparso.

il resto. il resto non conta. è solo acqua sulla pelle, calda o fredda che sia. è solo musica che dimenticheremo presto.

[video] massimo volume - dopo che (torino, 12 luglio 2008)

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silent disco is the soundboy punishment: appleblim + shackleton in piazza vittorio



nel mio percorso di lento e costante scivolamento verso i recessi dell'umanità, un bel momento mi sono ritrovato a lavorare in una cantina del centro con le finestre sprangate. every time we go out to pee we go into a Turkish malaria in the courtyard of the palace. are so happy to be here once checked the lack of emergency exits in the brain flashed I wish that was an arson to burn me alive. I always criticize my colleagues for the stuff I did not do or that I made a mistake or because I work with headphones on his head and I can not hear what I say or pretend not to do so and generally despise me because of my total disinterest in against any stuff that comes my computer screen. the only thing that I like coming to work is that when combined with some crap I find at least a good excuse to swear, because otherwise I have to spend their time cursing for no reason. what does not like is the resentment that Serbian people when I work evil eyes full of hatred, guilt and silences, the smiles of complicity or those jokes ridicolizzanti you relocate immediately to the bottom of the social pyramid, including waste working of capitalism. first when I was young I thought that I would never fuck a combined because I was too good or too little appreciated or considered to be recommended by someone. but now I'm starting to convince me that does not ever combine a fuck because they are too stupid to understand what they tell me to do. I miss the ability to identify in this context in which the gestures as unnecessary to answer the telephone or a data store are the stuff of which really care about something to someone. I see these people who are interested in that crap here at the beginning esteemed them for their dedication. Then later when I saw that they wanted to interest me too bad because there are still unfortunately have not brought anything to work. There will be no more than three or four things that I am inclined to, like drinking, listen to music and futbol. So in the end I was all day waiting for him to finish the day so at least I could go see Shackleton and Appleblim who played in the square. as it was a stuff that had organized the architects who could not hear the music normally. they gave you the big headphones without the thread that you had to take the lead in dancing and listening to music in the general silence. because basically now that I work in the field of events I knew that most of you bitches and stuff they give you more money for them. type nullify all the huge sonic potential of Shackleton and Appleblim preventing them from escaping into space bass seems just the kind of a bitch so you might convince an assessor to remove the checks. However Shackleton and Appleblim were very good. I personally I liked most Appleblim, which has been running all the time its still dripping dubboni acetate with white label written with marker. at some punto volevo tramortirlo per portargli via quello con dentro un pezzo bellissimo di Pinch che si chiama Wonky Bleep e che vaffanculo se riesco a trovarlo da qualche parte. quando hanno finito sono andato da Shackleton e Appleblim e gli ho fatto i complimenti per tutto quel dub che mi hanno spinto nelle cuffie. io per me se avessi delle cuffie che mi buttano Shackleton e Appleblim tutto il tempo nelle orecchie sarei a posto così, senza bisogno di rivolgergli la parola a nessuno, che tanto quando la gente mi rivolge la parola mi danno solo fastidio. C'erano lì dei miei amici, GG Garella e Bat Fabio e Dj Danilo e la ragazza di Dj Danilo e perfino BobMoz, il lucidissimo ritrattista del degrado fisico e morale di una generazione. ci siamo ritrovati nella piazza e dopo un rapido consulto abbiamo concluso che l'unica soddisfazione nella vita è bersi dei negroni il martedì sera e il giorno dopo andare a lavorare con la lingua di fuori. poi a un certo punto GG Garella si è fatto esplodere addosso un bicchiere di birra e lì ho capito che la serata stava intraprendendo la sua parabola discendente. allora ho fatto su la baracca e i burattini e sono andato a pisciare in un cantiere. io a pisciare nei cantieri personalmente mi sono sempre trovato bene. voglio dire, è vero che è un posto di lavoro e che bisognerebbe aver rispetto per quelli che ci vanno a lavorare dentro il giorno dopo, però è anche vero che per dire se io domani mattina vengo in ufficio e me lo trovo tutto pisciato sono solo contento.

[podcast] appleblim rinse fm podcast

[free mix] dst skull disco mix

BONUS!

[RA podcast] Appleblim Resident Advisor Podcast (splendido! scaletta molto simile a quella di martedì sera. da scaricare assolutamente - previa iscrizione a RA)


la foto di DJ Scum è a stata scattata da BobMoz

Wherecaniget Pistachio Tree

tentativi di dimenticare l'europeo, vol.1

1° luglio, piazza vittorio, torino. silent disco (un nome figo per dire che ti danno le cuffie per ascoltare la musichetta) con appleblim & shackleton della skull disco. che poi oggi è il compleanno di dj stefano, che per l'occasione ha promesso di offrire da bere a tutti quelli che passeranno di lì spacciandosi come lettori assidui di hww. quindi vedete voi.



[mp3] bonus track: process june dubstep mix

Marlin 3030 336 Microgroove Barrel

picture me rollin: dj scum goes to hollywood

E’ la seconda volta quest’anno che vado via senza DJ Enzo. Sulla strada per l’aereoporto mi stavo giusto chiedendo, chissà come farò senza un erotomane alcolizzato al mio fianco? Invece il mio vicino di posto si rivela essere un muratore iraniano che inizia a molestarmi per impossessarsi della pagina sportiva del mio USA Today. Calcolando che USA Today totalizza about 6 pages and that our flight had lasted eleven hours and a half, I think he could also wait I finished reading it, however the soak the newspaper that he is just quiet, but he takes the newspaper and so asked me to break the ice if in Italy there pussy. I seem rude not to ask him what the situation is too pussy in Iran, but judging by the amount of testosterone that clouded the mind of this man after a three-week visit to his native country I assume that stuff is a fairly tragic. The period of chastity and soft drinks seem to have acted on him like a catapult ready to launch into the arms of debauchery: I said that six hours earlier had taken aspirin e adesso vuole sapere se gli succede qualcosa bevendosi una birretta sopra l'aspirina. Io gli dico che non lo so e che non sono mica un dottore ma lui insiste e mi chiede di affidarmi al mio buonsenso, forse già sapendo che proprio il buon senso in materia di morigeratezza alcolica è da sempre il mio cavallo di battaglia. Infatti gli dico che secondo me una birretta può bersela tranquillamente, e allora lui fanculo l'aspirina e ordina due heineken, una mezza di vino rosso e due creme al whisky, venendo anche redarguito dalla hostess che gli fa presente che nel prezzo del biglietto di classe economica non era incluso l’open bar. A questo punto rimaneva solo un altro argomento sul quale posso dirmi vagamente competente, allora inizia a interrogarmi on futbol and the remaining ten hours asking me what I think of all the players that come to mind, with Adebayor on Zenden. I brought in hand luggage all the references to James Ellroy to be reinterpreted in the trip and instead I had to spend all your time to discuss the ups and downs of the career of Diego Forlan.
With a pole in the ass so next I found it hard to give you complete this form to enter the United States, the one where they ask you if you are a genocidal or if you are importing wild animals. At one point it became a nightmare because I still make mistakes in writing and I had to request a new one and I was wrong to write again until the fifth time he was wrong to report the birth date of the hostess mi ha detto che forse mi negavano il visto perchè ero troppo stupido per entrare negli Stati Uniti. Invece sorprendentemente nonostante che fossi stupido e nonostante che avessi un iraniano come migliore amico mi hanno fatto entrare lo stesso senza neanche guardarmi addosso. Una roba che mi ha fatto rimanere male perchè certe volte faccio più fatica a entrare quando vado a ballare.

Mi sono voluto concentrare su questa parte iniziale del viaggio perchè nei seguenti sette giorni sono fondamentalmente rimasto in albergo a bermi delle birre guardando le partite dei Lakers per televisione. Le birre me le sono procurate setacciando tutti i liquor stores di Korea Town, il posto dove mi avevano messo in albergo. I liquor stores are places that when you get inside you really feel part of the foam in the world. From what I understand I'm the only places where you can buy the stuff to drink throughout America. Only when you're inside there are only you and the walls of bottles of vodka and a poor clerk who looks at you from behind a bunker of plexiglass through which you sweat like a donkey to push the money inside. Those places are usually in the movies where someone comes with the sock on his head and sawed-off shotgun in his hand and once you have framed the impenetrability of plexliglass and the inaccessibility of the cash register to make the jump to the only brain customer of the store. Thus, after a couple of days that turns America begin to think of this picture of your body on the floor with chalk drawn around a template.
Then nothing, basically I had booked a car to rent but three days before leaving I noticed that the license had expired six months. So I had to go on foot, only Los Angeles is the kind of city that when you try to walk in and able to make you feel like shit like few other possessions in the world. You're there to walk in the sun in the valley of death, and after you walk a few miles you begin to understand that it'll never get anywhere. Stay there, sweating like a pig, on the side of these streets below the huge towering palms and beside you pass machines driven by large displacement of people with beautiful features relaxed air conditioning and the awareness of the float inside a kind of earthly paradise from which you are very demanding and yet inexorably excluded just to be able to watch.

Then at some point I had to even go to work and took me inside the offices that were nicer and more valuable than most museums I visited in my life. The people in Los Angeles makes the work so beautiful and so important and so qualifying for their being in the world see that you have to do everything possible to hide the fact that you came here under a project contract expired three weeks before that time. And you pretend to be important to you, too, because Los Angeles is a place that I think the first sign of weakness will eat him alive and among other things are just fine because if you do not count that shit is just succumb.
Then at some point I had to remove the Cramps T-shirt and I put the shirt and jacket and I started to grab some books and fall in love with literary agents and beautiful jack sipping cola, whiskey and that they would like cola with tonic water instead of coca cola but are full of ice and two minutes after you put them in her hand becomes a pap tasteless and soft that you're forced to virtually every other order of five minutes despite coming off a seven bananas at once. Moral of the story there's two in the morning and you find yourself poor and sober, not to mention the fact that you have met dozens of people younger than you who do the work for which you are not allowed even to aspire only.
At that point there, you only have back to the hotel with the mirage of your beer fridge in the ambush, after Puppato of Somali taxi driver that you misrepresent the wonders of Los Angeles saying that the night Friday night in Hollywood, "you can get free pussy. (You get pussy and You Do not Even Have to pay for that!). Assuming, however, the shaking that I would cost to pretend to be a well-known European manufacturer looking for debutant actresses I preferred to give up and spend Friday night alone at fumarmi of cigarettes to mint a brand that I once saw one that was smoking on television.

[slides] straight outta Vanchiglia - dj scum goes to Hollywood and becomes the self-portrait

[video] 2pac - picture me rollin '

Dirt Bike Cake Easy To Make

Blood of a Slave - Heart of a King


Good. I would say that now that are over we can return to European football finally to focus on music, a subject on which we are perhaps slightly more relevant, especially considering the views and public education here in the infamous DJ Enzo, which has proved a sad epigone Donadoni ready to endorse a sword and defend the choices of technical , a fervent supporter of stay in the field of the three best midfielders in the Italian championship and worn sboffi that occurred at my house by filling the fridge with a sweet Australian beer color examination of the urine, engaging in a series of tactical considerations worthy of a man (let us remember) candidly admitted to not being able to distinguish right from left and was shown not to know the locations regular field of May and Molinaro. In fact I think if we lost it all because of DJ Enzo and applaud his presence in the field of a striker from the Uefa Cup as Totò Di Natale.
But let's get to shoot more and more rare and satisfactions that can give me life in these gloomy days, as of this mixtape Nas , maximum weight of the rap scene in New York who returns after last year decreed the death of hip hop. Nas and I admit that we had lost sight for a moment and admit to having long and culpably neglected his discography, Having always limited to venerate his debut album (Illmatic , 1994, a half-hour of music more I happened to be sensational in the ears) and systematically ignoring the rest. This handful of pieces fired by DJ Green Lantern delivery instead as an MC in the league, one of the most convinced and convincing raised the banner of Obama in recent times has been consumed divided among the vocal cords of radio microphones and those of recording studio to support his candidacy.
Hero is a single devastating, combining all the emphasis, the power and speed of execution that are required to make a handful of the damage dealt, boxing metaphor inspired by listening to Legendary (Mike Tyson) , another peak of satisfaction with the tape Black President e Association (microfono in comproprietà con Stic Man dei Dead Prez).

[mixtape] nas - the nigger tape

[link] un posto in cui si parla di calcio con grande competenza ed eleganza, infatti DJ Enzo non ha passato la selezione all'ingresso

The Weave That La La Wears

qui vorrei un titolo brillante come "reservoir coqs", ma mi sa che non mi viene

facciamo pure finta di niente, ma sabato iniziano gli europei, quella manifestazione che ci fa dimenticare di essere tutti fratelli della grande europa. ad esempio, cos'abbiamo in comune noi e i francesi? ok, siamo inseriti nello stesso girone del cazzo. ok, donadoni e domenech se la giocano in simpatia. aggiungiamo qualcos'altro. i simpatici Guaglione of Les Cahiers du football play at Domenech and to complete training. first choices, second choices ... until the formation of x. can we be less? not really. and then we go.

Italy 1

virtually the same training in 2006, with the exception of Totti and Cannavaro (well, no big deal), while Panucci has blown a big place. generational change does not exist, so that the new entry to the right is the 35 year-old Panucci while Christmas is a bold 30 year old. Chiellini at the center of the defense is not a prediction, it is a desperate hope, as Materazzi is not a desperate hope but a choice obbligata, anche se io matrix lo vedrei sempre bene seduto in tribuna a contarsi i tatuaggi.

italia 2

e via con le simulazioni. il valore della coppia centrale difensiva è tutto da dimostrare, così come le due corsie laterali. al centro del campo però c'è il giusto mix di legna e goniometro e in attacco ci sono 40 gol in due nella passata annata, vedete voi.

italia 3

il gioco inizia a farsi difficilotto, specialmente in difesa dove non è che stiano venendo su proprio dei fenomeni. cioè, se sulla destra sono costretto a chiamare comotto vuol dire che siamo proprio messi male. però in compenso sulla destra c'è quel bel giocatorino di pasqual che prima o poi diventerà il fenomeno che prometteva di essere, mentre al centro della difesa fa capolino l'idolo legrottaglie, che da quando scopa meno e prega di più è un altro giocatore. in attacco l'adorato giuseppe rossi (troppo giovane? ma va), sperando che cassano non lo mandi a fare in culo già al fischio d'inizio.

italia 4

una formazione che si basa sul 41enne fontana, uno che più invecchia più diventa un fenomeno. donadel e foggia in nazionale ci arriveranno prima o poi, basta aspettare che compiano 40 anni pure loro. in difesa a questo punto si inizia veramente a pescare nel torbido, mentre in attacco ci si permette di buttare dentro iaquinta dando fiducia a miccoli, uno che sa giocare a pallone come pochi ma che ormai raramente si ricorda di farlo.

italia 5

oh, siamo italiani, quindi i giovani se ne stiano a casa loro. però come quinta scelta ci si può anche permettere di fare follie. il trio giovinco-rosina-balotelli visto in prospettiva, poi, secondo me è roba da sogni bagnati, sempre se rosina la smette di giocare una partita sì e 13 no.

italia x

e per finire, l'italia di quelli che avrebbero voluto esserci e non ci sono, di quelli che ci sono stati e non ci sono più, di quelli che forse avrebbero meritato di esserci, di quelli che ci sono e non si capisce il perché.

The Allele For Normal Length Wings

cronaca di un matrimonio annunciato

[ disclaimer : lo so che è passato un po' di tempo dall'evento, ma ho avuto bisogno di tempo per metabolizzare]

indulgendo sul sentimentalismo, potrei dire che io quest'uomo l'ho visto nascere. blogghisticamente parlando, ovvio, così come lui ha visto nascere me. potrei riportare i primi timidi commenti (miei e suoi) di quasi 5 anni fa, potrei andare a ricordare i first meetings and then the other, many in the sign of St. Simon, all in the sign of alcoholism. but come on, we are heterosexual men of a certain level and then to ban these Robette.

in short Benty (in greek βεντυ) is married and has seen fit to invite me to his wedding. to be honest was invited dj stefano, but he politely declined the invitation citing specious questions like "but how do we get there in greece? but how long does it take? but then there is drunk? you late? and if you I feel bad? is not that then fall to the ferry and drowned, And if I will ruin the shirt Turbonegro? ". In short, the usual things that make a person dj stefano difficult to estimate.

comunque ho dato le spalle a dj stefano e me ne sono andato in grecia con la mia dolce metà. tralascio i primi giorni (ma al prossimo che vi dice che la valle dei templi fa il culo all'acropoli non dategli dello sporco nazionalista) e passo direttamente a raccontare i meravigliosi giorni salonicchesi.

day 1 - the bachelor's party
benty è in forma splendida quando viene a recuperarci alla stazione di salonicco (θεσσαλονίκη), mica lo diresti che ha dormito un paio d'ore scarse e ha ancora un tasso alcolico degno di un fornelletto da campeggio. per renderci subito simpatici agli occhi della sposa ci porta a salutarla mentre sta ancora dormendo, una roba obviously anyone would appreciate. Oh well, let's say you also knew what they were facing when it decided to share a bed with one that occurred saying you know, I have a blog, perhaps you've read around and adding immediately after I ever tell you why the greek coffee is so expensive?

however we leave the sweet wife and we move in the prestigious Colombo, the legendary school established by our hero, who deals mainly with export in the land of Plato, the best products of our culture, specifically the paintings of Botticelli and the Songs by Laura Pausini. time to put our things on the ground and here is Benty already disappeared, which was launched on the streets of Kalamaria (καλαμαριά) to try to keep track of huge packages of relatives and friends around the world and all converging to the salad (μακεδονία). I can testify: Benty spent 3 days morbidly attached to his cell in an organizational effort inhumane. all without ever losing his smile and also rather cursing. Oh God, at least by the standards to which I was accustomed. Oh well, does not digress. after a quick visit to Thessaloniki, I receive a text message: already eaten? come to the tavern with us? set so it seems a simple stuff, like two olives, a salad and a greek coffee (of those with whom you smoke 3, 4, 5 even cigarettes, for instance). But no: it accepts the Bentivoglio family in full force and a dinner that even now I sometimes flavored burp melitzanosalata (μελιτζανοσαλάτα). space. Benty but is not the time to rest: there is the bachelor's party in unified networks to flou and as second best dj of Italy (guess who is the first) to open up to him to the residence. him and Tolis, the second best DJ in Thessaloniki (guess who is first) and his friend alcohol that every DJ wants to have at his side. but dj stefano. Tolis teaches me a bit 'of words in greek (άντε γαμήσου!) and I taught him out of gratitude to clear the runway in a matter of only 5 songs. Meanwhile DJ Benty gives their best by offering a selection of dry and elegant (the remarkable final touches here , contract Karelias and el pubis) that shows the public to appreciate properly, if only for the 'embarrassing number of shottini swallowed. close the soft focus at dawn, you go to eat stuff that I do not remember and go to sleep.

day 2 - the day after
old when you realize you have to carburetor fatigue after a night like the soft focus. I lively as Materazzi after the missed penalty against Siena, my lady just got better but we are still at minimum wage. Obviously this does not affect the Hound of Fabriano, you sling in the house with half an hour of sleep at the back but with an energy that leaves you flabbergasted. brings us the gift of Bern and Michael , friends of the groom, which will shortly take possession of the remaining two imperial suites hotel colombo. we go out with Michael determined to go to the beach, but the people to decide what information we ask that their daily quota of good deeds is already outdated. So show us a very intimate part of the sea: there we are 3 and some syringe. So we decided to dedicate the gyros pita (γύρος) che ci dà ben altre soddisfazioni. la sera poi, per non sbagliare, si mangia. il testimone dello sposo juan , spagnolo ampiamente inserito nel tessuto sociale salonicchese, decide infatti di preparare paella di pasta per una mandria di 40 italiani, una roba semplice semplice. tutto perfetto, solo che la serata di prima continua a farsi sentire ed è tutto un susseguirsi di sguardi liquidi e birre piccole, giusto per ricordare il sapore. anche l'aitante michele, reduce da un viaggio terrificante (amsterdam-fabriano-salonicco in poco meno di 24 ore) molla il colpo: cinque minuti prima di viene da invidiarlo per il suo essere in forma eccellente, poi si assenta un attimo e non si vede più. lo ritroveremo qualche ora dopo collassato su un'amaca. also sold him, for luck.

day 3 - the wedding
Benty wakes us, bringing us breakfast. continues to smile and hide freshness and a smile to 46 teeth, but if you look closely you realize that behind that mask lurks a ghost who asks for nothing more than a bed. a real bed, not the sofa where his wife forces him to sleep, with the excuse of oh, I'm the bride, I have to rest! has brutalized my boyfriend for 7 weeks prior to the marriage, forcing him to sleep on the couch. But it seems that Russian Benty, so everything is justified: the men who snore should be all killed, not like me when I sleep that gives off a sweet music of chimes. however, Finally, we have no way to make ourselves useful: I, Ms. Bern and we have the delicate task of translating and printing the text of the ceremony, from English into Italian. a task that seems really easy and instead turns into an odyssey: the translation becomes a real war semantics, internet point and copy shops are not found. not to mention that there are those who insist on shopping: Mica is not my fault if I find some wonderful gazelle (the 15th of my life, I believe) and blue grenade at a ridiculous price. us not to miss anything so typical lunch in a place that does not give you the dish, you eat the tablecloth. there exaggerated in such comments very typical! abbestia folk! this è la vera grecia! , ma chissà cosa commentavano quelli del locale di noi talmente fessi da mangiare l'insalata direttamente dalla tovaglia. vabbè.

di corsa verso casa con il prezioso manoscritto, fa un caldo porco. io mi ritrovo di fronte ad un bivio: avendo dimenticato le scarpe serie nere sul tavolo di casa in italia, cosa abbinare al mio delizioso vestito iena style? clarks marroni? no, dai. infradito? troppo freakkettone. e allora vai di fantasia: le mie nuove gazelle faranno la loro porca figura, dando l'impressione che io abbia carattere e stile da vendere. forse qualcuno l'avrà pure pensato, ma penso che molti mi ricordino come il coglione con il vestito da becchino e con quelle scarpe ridicole. cerimonia in comune sobria e incomprensibile ( oh, ci siamo sposati , esclama ad un certo punto benty per risvegliare i convenuti dal torpore facendoli sciogliere in un applauso liberatorio) poi il solito riso sugli sposi e via verso il ristorante, costruito direttamente sulla spiaggia in barba a qualunque piano regolatore.

qui lo capisci subito che finisce male: l'aperitivo è a base di whisky, gin e altre robe al di sopra dei 30°. non credo di aver mai bevuto un whisky e cola a quell'ora, per dire. inevitabile che alle 21 tutti siano ampiamente ubriachi a ballare rembetika (ρεμπέτικο) e urlare bacio! bacio! agli sposi grosso modo ogni 180 secondi. anche io inizio a perdere contact with my brain and then challenge you to race Tolis swearing and stuff like that, as soon as I can prove my southern embracing everyone, Benty in the first place. everything runs smoothly again until the intersection Tolis, with whom he invented a cute game: offering to anyone who happens to shottini hands of Jack Daniel's, of course we drank with the victim. we enjoy a casino, only the seventh / tenth shottino I start to remember their little. I only know that they all began to thrust into the mouth piece of bread to reduce the hangover and then I have stuck in a taxi and took him home, not before (maybe), greeting everyone.

day 4 - the worst hangover ever
alarm. valigie. mal di testa. ordine in stanza. mal di testa. scritte simpaticissime sulla lavagna. mal di testa. taxi. aereo. mal di testa. casa. mal di testa. mal di testa. mal di testa.