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The post that I can not write or post Last

Here comes the last weekend, Friday I greet all of my colleagues, "yanow, if happen to be here, etc.", then I fly to St. Mark's Place for me to make shoes more beautiful in the world from a Russian, I run after gifts, have dinner and then fast I go to Linda, took classic Budweiser, red wine and all the players in full, then leave Juerie Tuti and, inexplicably, and we find ourselves at Luke & Leroy, scene of many battles, such as theft IPOD Juerie of the night then became day and moved to Boston, and dancing, with more and more drunk Leardi lap after lap, with the Ark T-shirts that are being beaten in the face by a DJ, the Beautiful Pea goes to bribe to get a shirt, and then question turns out John Cameron Mitchell, too affectionate but does not surprise me the most, one that will go to Cannes for a film, say, then pizza from Joe's, and drag the Dapple, who has to sleep with me, before the windows of the tattoo still lit, the West 4th, Christopher Street, we sleep on the fly, but we wake up immediately to go to MOMA to see a documentary on Sonic Youth, it pours, and we are late and then take a taxi, but there is a traffic absurd and we decide to do it on the run, twenty blocks in the flood, on the Sixth street, along with the parade of Scots, who illegally crossed three or four times, getting nervous security, then get soaked at the end of the documentary, but no matter, there is barely time for a self-service Chinese before heading home to Brooklyn's aunt Pisello_Bello for a surprise farewell party, chock full of Italian-Americans, ceramic figurines, stuffed with food garlic, Italian music with the dance remix Toto Cutugno early 90s, terrible but sociologically interesting, but the reflections begin shrink, everyone, then drive us to a club where music comes out very reassuring, and then we deviate at the last minute in a bowling alley, I do not win with dignity but where I come behind Juerie, relentless in the strike, then back to Manhattan and go all'Annex, where they dance until the DJ is not forced to cut but gives us, against the will of the bouncer, a Finally, heroic, "Be My Baby" that closes the dance, the first Sunday of delirium, to catch up with the latest gifts with Dapple, and then Linda Juerie, with deviation to the Motor City, where Claudia is waiting for me to greet the Baby Shakes , give me drink up drink, and drink long after we go back to Brooklyn, home of Andrew, which prepares us macaroni with meat sauce, with wine, and the team is complete, missing only Tuti, the evening runs at breakneck speed as all these three months, and we find ourselves on the F subway, all down to 2nd Avenue, but me, I continue to West 4, and so on 2nd Avenue greeting everyone, one by one, until the train unexpectedly resumed speed starts to skid right and left, yet increases speed, I can reach out and take them on the fly, all of them, a human chain at the very time when the train goes off the rails and takes off, turn right and fly over the ' East River,

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Art Brut live at Bowery Ballroom

That fat obese Connie and I finished both the Nutella chocolate Pop Tarts, a betrayal, and this morning I had to eat his bitter peanut butter in the fridge always . Would you like to do the fucking acupuncture, then changed kleptomaniac with anything that has a minimum content of sugar. Bitch.

Today is my penultimate day of internship and received specific death threat 'in the event that I were not able to finish my enthusiastic report. So I have to, listen, listen, work. At least I passed. And thanks to God is reached by the espresso.

time to laugh, I broke my fucking winter for a while 'and therefore I leave the house without a coat defiant. Type yesterday. When in mid morning it started snowing. Bad. Then he stopped, when the sun is.

The singer of Art Brut is doubled compared to last summer's concert in Turin, but homour is still intact ... All text is modified, adapted to New York to date. Emily Kane Type: it seems that just in the morning of Tuesday the lady in person has left a voicemail message to the new Buzzoni. In the photo, the fake fireplace Connie house (you'll pay for the Nutella, bitch).

Next to us a couple of gay rubs and so far so good. When one of them takes my hand, mistaking it for that of the boyfriend, things begin to fall.

Ponys that the Support Group for those who do not know, have a great record called "Celebration Castle". Just to accept, "Glass Conversation" . (service message: Ob1, put it in the compilation of links instead of a crap)

Should I finish the report right now

Also because yesterday the boss' shit the bucks and has also offered lunch by Alfredo, the one who invented the fettuccine Alfredo, for instance. Fettuccine, stir-fry to the Roman, huge T-bone steak, fennel cake (I find them everywhere) and chocolate. all very good, I guess, because this morning I had burned his tongue with yet another coffee (and still do not feel the bitter taste ... if we exclude the peanut butter ... bitch).

The photo I shot at the intersection of Essex and Houston. Anyway.

The head of the Chamber of Commerce is a type in their sixties, Romano, widely shared two passions: wine white break in the afternoon, and bullshit. Thus it was that one day a member of the House, a prominent exponent of quell'accozzaglia simpleton who is the Rotary, he wanted to give him a book on the abolition, and he has bounced back to me, saying he was preparing his thesis on the subject . I have not had the courage to deny, given the joy with which the Rotary gave me the book.

In any event, at Strand Bookstore gave me seven dollars to the brick on slavery. Reinvested, the more cash in abundance, in two volumes. To be precise this:

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Last night I dragged the Leardi and Juerie to see "The Devil and Daniel Johnston, "the documentary about the artist's life outside of the rind of which key members of the new wave rock'n'roll have previously quibble here . The film, predictably, is cool. The Dapple `asleep after one minute and twenty-five. After the film, to dance at Sapphire, just around the corner. The hours are small, but then increased again, reassuring me.

As we said,` come and espresso. It benefits from again, right now, before you get to work. Why work today.

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There must have pictures but do not work any more the USB cable. never reach the end of the post. But you'll miss the best part .

Richard Ashcroft live at Webster Hall

last Thursday after work, on the way to Columbus Circle (where I, Clare and Annie take the subway), a black guy, in white T-shirt (basic details), began to follow us. I was attached to the butt, literally. At first glance (it's three months I'm looking for a way to use this expression), I thought it would bugger his wallet, then I saw that if I stopped he stopped, crossed through and if so: ergo, he wanted to fuck the shit.

To which we entered a bar, and type ("and" not "e") is one sitting at the table with us. Is there to be specified that he was looking a little reassuring, flap in the mouth, scowl and a hand in his pocket. `To hold who knows what. Type, a CD of Super-Ok! for me to sign. There

fix.

long.

At that, or lemon, or clarify the situation.

"Are you Following us?"
"Yes."

"MMM ... why?"

At the type blabbering something and I understand that it is either a brain-damaged or such marks. The problem is that both categories in the U.S. can buy a gun. I tell him or rising from the dick, or will have to notify the head of the room. Not handle the fuck, I feel the type of local, who tells him that arises from or cock, or will have to call the police. Not rising from the cock, the police arrive.

And in a blaze of pussycat, the cagacazzo is taken away. End of story.

And this was my review of the concert of Richard Ashcroft.

Across the ocean, in the meantime, the Super-Ok! gave the show breaking down the walls of the `House of Blues in Milan slaps of rock and roll ... Go here and download if you have not already done so. Now.


The Spinto Band live at Mercury Lounge

Friday at lunch I can slip into a mega-party for the head of the Italian Post Office, stuff from $ 200 to the skull on the top of Rockefeller Center, with sensational views (I saw the first tower of the District Quadrifoglio). Menu-based Capri and Wiener schnitzel, spectacular ... Laughing and joking, is three months that I cook exclusively with Barilla pasta sauce Bertolli Tomato & Basil, with variations entrusted with salted butter and pepper ... Cretan olive oil bought in bulk from Connie, steak, sometimes a tomato. Swiss Pudding. Budweiser. Even a cappuccino, it makes my life different.

am receptionist and the representation of journalists of RAI Corporation is entrusted to none other than pea in person ... I can not help myself and laugh in the face. The cameraman is amego another mine in the middle of the service, broadcast worldwide by RAI International, there is one view that follows a young, elegant and charming manager, which crosses the room, pretending to greet everyone he meets, with a friendly but decisive step. That managers clearly songe ie. The wine is reloaded without even asking and in less than no time me and my tutor Ridarolo we encounter the more thrust in the middle of the intervention of Mr. Italian Post Office. My workday officially ends when we come nell'incustodito table of super-spirits.


Came the Leardi

Saturday night bouncing between a wine bar and the other, after being bounced from a party with free drinks to calls, just because we did not have the invitation and arrived after the end of the party ... Damn Yankees. Some wanted to get us into the Crobar but we managed to escape wisely.

And so comes the most beautiful Sunday in the history of Sundays and I find myself turning to the shirt in the city, looking for purchases ordered (just you, dear commenters) and with the clear intent to produce melatonin, for therapeutic purposes . By Linda Juerie and we embark on the journey of Manhattan, six-row starting from the Lower Side, going back to 2nd Avenue, stopping at St.Mark 's Place, before moving to Astor Place, come down' in University Place, crossing Broadway, to plunge to Sun in Washington Square Park. There is a frenzy of people playing, svaccati the lawn, and for the first time in three months, I relax, you I relax. For a few minutes. While I drink a coffee in the sun, in the Independent Republic of Washington Square .

And in the evening comes the Dapple, pal of the University which starts an internship at Equinox at Columbus Circle (where the gym so long ago I went to show off my athleticism `). And the week promises to be delusional.


Tonight

To conclude, I dreamed that Leardi was at my house and Connie approached me and asked "when she leaves the Leardi I have to fart? But much I care ... I already made silent. " I believe that a dream is just so sick due to extreme turbulence coming from the bed at night Connie. Or perhaps it is because of that moving speech that I heard yesterday on the Internet. No, really, the final ballet was a blast. When she finally told me, I was moved. I still believe in our dream. I'm not a jerk. Or at least, technically we could not be `. I'll be back on 11 morning.

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Wednesday, right after work, I went to a benefit concert for Gomez in a bookshop in Soho . I arrived early to find a place close to the stage and in fact in the end there was only one kind in a row on the 40, grizzled hair, belly, shirt Gomez. Apparently, a total loser.

fact is that the type, super excited for the concert, ends up attack button. I try not to give him too much rope as long as `I am not talking about his wife (as in New York I have not met a human being heterosexual male, including the disabled). He explains that his favorite band Gomez, which is there for hours to be sure to be front and so on ... After the soundcheck, the Gomez out there and do a chat ... or rather, the type, Jonathan, bombard them with questions (like "is it true you're getting married?", "why did you cut your beard ?"... stuff like this), the Gomez are all too available , also signed the pants and I am forced to take dozens of photos.

However . Open the doors and of course we are in the front row. The Gomez sound great, the guy has an incredible voice and if I were you I would give a chance to the new album, "How We Operate 'cause we're all the new pieces I have made a good impression. Jonathan sings all the parts from memory, is enhanced at the beginning of each song and when one of Gomez calls for a beer, runs the bar and handed it to buy his own pocket. Never seen a forty so passionate. Eventually, a guy with an unbridled passion, total, for the incredible music of Gomez. Pick the geek total dick. Genuine.

The concert ends and lottery proceeds to charity. Tickets cost $ 5 (like a beer Cake Shop ... which leads me to not participate) and a prize there is one acoustic guitar autographed by Gomez. The unexpectedly kills people to buy tickets, you go forward an hour to sell the last tickets, at the end of the ballot there are something like 300 tickets to the buyer's name (plus number). Jonathan in the meantime is to make progress from Gomez praised for their performance, I'm at the bar to buy a coffee and the band is preparing to go on stage for a. All this while the presenter of the event, on stage, finally mixing the coupons in the urn, he opened the note and reads the name.




Jonathan.



And I'm not one who is moved easily. I want to clarify.

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Since today Tuesday. Proceedings.

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in Friday after work was a benefit concert at the Knitting Factory. Beneficial for those who do not know well, the fact is that they played two assholes of Nada Surf, Charles Bissell of the Wrens, Will Sheff of Okkervil River and Man Man

E per se is `cool, because it` s about a year ago I had to choose two groups to see live, conscious of the possibility of seeing them void in Italy, I would have said Wrens and Okkervil River. Then at the end, Okkervil River had even come to play at the Jail Legnano, but the audio was crap and had not done "It Ends With a Fall" , one of the songs ammore more bellissimissime that Homo sapiens has ever written.

They open the two dances of Nada Surf (acoustic, guitar, more percussion), 7-8 tumbler pieces, from "Blizzard" on "Concrete Bed" all'inedito up of the situation, "I like what you say "(which for the record is a great piece). The climate is very familiar, or to put it in simple terms we have four cats. The singer also tells an anecdote, that is the time that the glasses were broken and had no more the sticks and had to wait to buy new salary, and office they told him they thought ...

Uuoah. Is finally the turn of Charles Bissell of the Wrens, only with electric guitar, there is the Alex Britti, overlaps, in the end becomes a base of over ten guitars and we sang pieces from the Meadowlands and Secaucus. If you do not know what I'm talking, open your fucking program to download and Upgrade. A taste, just to enjoy.

... and after 6 / 7 pieces Charles Bissell calls on stage Will Sheff of Okkervil River, and play together, "Ex-Girl Collection" of the Wrens, with Sheff heading, after that starts an arpeggio `I know, my skin reacts before my brain, the hair of the arms harden, I could lavarmici teeth, and Charles Bissell attacks to sing "wish I could remember why it mattered to me ..." and is one of those moments that make you be at peace with God, which give meaning to everything and that only the fucking can create musical notes. The only sour note: a discussion of three girls sketch drunk, cut short by a peremptory my "shut up", followed by a murderess look of them. Then, as the best sit-com, rivelasi not only be the girlfriend of Charles Bissell, but also the organizer of the event. Um.

Will Sheff continues alone, with pieces of Shearwater and Okkervil River (his other band) and concludes with "Okkervil River Song."

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Juerie Saturday evening is to see the Arctic Monkeys at Webster Hall, from 9 to 9:45, after that `to reach me and Linda Rothko where they play the Lolita Bras to open the dances to Joggers, virtuous, Atlanta, whistling with a microphone that you can not identify. Of Lolita Bras I already said, are among the best groups of the scene. They sound even Georgie James, with an interesting sound that fills the organ. The concert is sold out to the face of those sbruffoncelli of English boys who have everything to learn from the fathers of the scene .

Omission 12.30am-4.30am



My work Sunday (I do need is an altar boy)

third Sunday Italian class with Shino ( the image is the first result in Google for Shino) , I teach prepositions, the past tense, pronouns personal, the demonstration ... `exhausted until the end of hostilities calls and asks me to finish first. `Enabled once I go to Linda, who is still sleeping (and I clearly see: they are 4). He opens the door to the Juerie that has stayed there and is preparing to be interviewed by the Pea, a colleague of Linda in RAI, he has to perform a service on American's favorite places chosen to fuck ... And Juerie with little effort of imagination chooses the Cake Shop. The little pea comes after, armed with camera but no camera. And then, I have to (ie, not the pea ... uh ... I mean him dead end ... we change section.)

The only indication I get is "resume her and not me," then zoom in on the face of continued Pea kicks me out of frame, then step Juerie, which gives me lip unambiguous (the most popular, " I hate you "and" fuck off ") while I laugh at the absurd claims that listening is forced to respond (" if Cake Shop Was a feeling, feeling what Would It Be? "and crap like that).

The weekend ends with my Ipod DJing at the home of Linda, Linda with itself, and Juerie suits dancing to dispose of Mexican beer and delivery, the notes of my wise selection (highlights: "Tropical" Super-Ok! and "Mirror Kissers" the Cribs) ... It's getting late, in one way or another. This has been my weekend.

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But we are still laughing and joking, on its last legs. I knew when the boss is coming to me asking, "What did you do in these three months yanow?" Why should write, not write up the final report on my internship. After minutes of silence, when I thought café ... email ... coffee ... blog ... a bit 'Messenger ... coffee ... wash my face in the toilet ... Reese's peanut butter pie ... coffee ... and so on, to me is reminded of the famous report (available upon request, in. doc). And gradually, all the rest.

Anyway. Last night, at the invitation of Judy and Mary the Baby Shakes, I went to see Nikki Sudden at Fat Baby. In theory I should go there to see the Electric Shadows, Friends of the Babys, but had just finished ... You drink a few drinks, no shit it too stonatissimo but - hey - cool! Nikki Sudden. The singer of the Electric Shadows is very nice and explained to me that you call Murrat, such as "Italian cigarettes But without the I". Judy of the Baby Shakes, after several shots of tequila, is in poor condition and wanders into the room tripping over every obstacle imaginable and find new ones when there are none.

But anyway. Meanwhile, at home, Connie, the tragedy. The nearby ricchione, disturbed, no one knows because proper noises coming from our apartment (the source of the noise is unpleasant because of allegations), called the police saying that a woman had fainted in the house next to hers. An ambulance arrived and 5 (... 5!) Police officers summoned to Connie to open the door, or would have broken. Connie, who cacava in hand, had the bright idea to tell police that her husband (ie, me) was going to go home ... Eventually, the cops are gone, after a brilliant "whether it is safe not to be passed out." This morning the slimming Connie was shaking and mumbling to leave for a while '... It is the day I pray that this will happen.

And what really makes me turn the balls is that last night I lost a button of his jacket.

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Work, work, work (Pub, club sleep) part 2

The Connie is into her head to lose weight ("perte sheet Tieci kilo uan manf) . Do not eat more carbohydrates and forced me to end the supply of beer in the fridge to keep it from falling into temptation. But the real trick is that acupuncture is practiced behind the ears from a Buddhist holy man in New Jersey. What had been lost so far? About one hundred dollars.

days were peppered with concerts, for a change. Monday evening we focus on Annie, Norwegian electropop star ... sold out when we enter the room. Then we threw a blind eye to the Cake Shop to see who was playing and in the end we stayed there.

The first group we lose it, is already Tardini, on the other hand we peck Vandelles , including a sound-check problem where it's not clear which cable does not work, but there's something wrong '. There is not many people and succeeded in placing on the couch next to the stage. The group doth, for a change, psycho / shoegaze. The pieces are beautiful and the drummer is a woman of considerable added value, beating among others as a damn.

follow the headliners, The Hiss , Kingsofleoniani Warloccoso tending to cramp. I think that even one of their CDs, that took up to 2 Quids in London a few years ago. Are not exceptional but they are a terrible figure.

... and finally comes the day of the Rakes, Hard fluorescent in heavy rotation in my Ipod. London Night Live (nothing to do with London Loves) to London with groups Bowery Ballroom, and the usual English birrosi inzozzare to the public. Open Boy Kill Boy, Keane future if all goes well, and do not waste any more time ... (Simon, give us a look, although I know that you are part of the fringe Coopistica readers of the blog ...) The following are

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Their performance sparked more of a controversy around here (... that was what they wanted then). They have done nothing but spit on the audience, the singer launched the microphone and opened his head to a girl at the end of the concert there has been a hint of a fight between the guitarist and one of the public. All hackneyed. What do I think? As soon as I got on stage, I realized I fell into the category of groups that spend more time grooming than anything else. Kids playing at being the cover band the Sex Pistols and nothing, nothing else. Then you look at them, they smile, just (then, if getting caught by a microphone in the head, the balls will run). Suits do not seem to appreciate the provocative "You're Being gay, what a surprise" ... but they are boys, let them have fun.

I Girawhisky that you were punk. Coope he cut his belly, but only during the tests, because `in concert would be too commercial. Split, shit.

For the record, the broken head of the girl:
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Wow, how pulp. Anyway, let's go. The Rakes tend more to the substance, they are more ugly and wearing T-shirts and vests with slogans on normal kind antiluviane "vanity lies" or "NYC sucks", which in 1979 had already broken the cock, they just play by moving a moment, not necessarily climbing on the amps or drinking beer with his teeth while playing a solo tamarro. And then I start to enjoy myself. Doth the pieces of the first and only album, until the encore with a new piece and the final assigned to "Strasbourg", their singolone.

`How to use these parts, we offer posters and badges, as well as` for the occasion, the number of Time Out out the next morning. On the cover speaks of a "hand-free massage Awesome", and I can only think of the guy on the wheelchair.

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E 'was a very restful weekend. This is the premise.

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Friday evening after work I went to the Clementine Gallery in Chelsea, where he inaugurated the first exhibition of Daniel Johnston. The Juerie is a fan (a bit 'as Lorenzo), so we were directed there. The artist is obviously not presented in the throes of hospitalizations for mental illness or disability various ... type when turning dress Casper the ghost (... with a lot of form), convinced that he was sent to Earth to defeat the devil. How can you not love him? (pictured Juerie and beer in contemplation of the work of Daniel Johnston)

He said he was not there, but opening exhibition equals free beer ... 4 beers and fresh on an empty stomach in after work, they mean just start the evening with the air. Then it goes from me to sketch a meal before going to Linda, where we expect all the others, equipped with Australian wine, but the bad ones. The imperative is: mix. Go down to Pianos to make us a whiskey (or rather, to make me a whiskey), and then deviate from Luke & Leroy in already talked. We dance. They come three in the morning, then four. The point is that I wake up at six o'clock to go to Boston.

When we leave, we discover that someone has fucked up the bag of Juerie with the iPod (the one for two days I forgot to bring it back ...) and keys inside ... and also with my key into the mp3 of Super-Ok!, that some son of bitch is listening to right now. The evening takes a turn sad ... At that point, it is official: I can not sleep.

Saturday, but I'm not sure. When they sneeze Massacchussetts. (Ah, ah. Well )

get home, I fill the bag of underwear and toothbrushes, I leave a note to Connie and I headed to Chinatown ... The city that never sleeps, actually a nap if he does, between 5.30 am and 6 am. There is not anyone around, everything is closed and is a cold beast. Waiting at the entrance that opens Starbuck's, and at 6 Chinatown suddenly reborn, the streets are populated by Chinese busy ... Try to imagine the overthrow sugar near a nest, to take back all for an hour and then speed up the movie 16 times. Not one less. This is Chinatown, Saturday morning, while I drink hot chocolate more disgusting in my life.

The trip of 4 hours in scrap China, cost $ 15, goes quiet, next to an obese Chinese (yes: there are) who snores like a bastard, and with the sun in your face, just to be sure that I can not sleep. In Boston are guests of Philip, an architect who emigrated to the States from Cesano Maderno a decade ago, a friend of Annie (my colleague stage). The house is pretty cool and he turns out to be the most hospitable person in this world ... I'm talking about cake waiting for me, wine (good) as an aperitif, dinner despite offering hints of Thai fight on my part, and Lagavulin Whisky to end the evening ... People from which it has everything to learn, boys. Style with S Supermarket cock. Boston in a nutshell is nice, but the type trip to visit St. Tropez with a demonstration of the pots included ... But time is short and the evening of Friday I could not miss a mica. Eh.

Sunday morning ... Also for that reason. And this is even more Velvet. (Not because emphasis is `famous. In the sense of note )

And already the title suggests I've got much sleep. Sunday morning I wake up at 8.30 but I wanted to find out what time I went to bed ... After endless wanderings I come home from Connie, who see the face I recommend to take a shower and go to bed ... and three in the afternoon. A bitter laugh fills my face. I mention a lunch and go home.

wait in vain for the Japanese Shino, 5 to 6, before realizing that no, it will come '(it is then discovered the misunderstanding ... recovery Thursday). In that shooting in Brooklyn for the final night of No Fun Fest, the festival organized noise of Sonic Youth. Juerie Linda and I expect them already.

will perform noise legends such as Borbetomagus, John Wiese, the Prurient ... to get to Thurston Moore, the incomparable king, emperor of the noise, a span than others. My dinner is a sort of flat bread with cheese inside of which I know nothing. The local menu also includes "Meat": I try to order one and find that it is a raw steak (not medium rare: just raw) on a plate. This explains the flat bread. In any event, an excellent opportunity to add another autograph of the famous shirt.

... all to tell you that yesterday evening, return to the No Fun Fest, the street, on Christopher Street, a man made a blowjob to another man in a wheelchair. I started to laugh, and never will end.

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Wednesday I went to the cinema with Juerie to see "New York Doll ", a documentary about Arthur" Killer "Kane, bassist for New York Dolls. The film traces the history of the band, from the beginning, two seminal albums but zero money, a drummer who died during a tour in England, the intervention of sfigatissimo Malcolm McLaren, the dissolution, the solo careers, the death of Johnny Thunders and Jerry Nolan. After many vicissitudes, including a flight from the third floor with the idea of \u200b\u200bflying, Killer Kane becomes a Mormon and began working in the library of a remote community.

The documentary focuses on the reunion and the Meltdown festival in 2004, before ending in a crazy manner. Shit, you're planning a shower of rock and roll, and instead leaves you in tears. Recommended that more compulsory. `If \u200b\u200byou ever arrive in our country.

After the movie, we go from office to wait Juerie suits, one of his many homosexual friends, is discouraged because it has been bounced just to the Customs in London, after having planned to stay there for three months ... He had with him is a curriculum but did not have a visa to work. Total sent home. Pretty bad luck, shit. The other hand, Linda is committed to RAI for the realization of one of the usual services-Marchetti on some Italian restaurant. We sit on the couch drinking wine, with a view of the sky in Tribeca. The clouds are passing quickly in front of the full moon, exactly where, just one block away, were the twin towers.

Suits not arrive and do not answer the phone, it is discouraged smoked squid ink and must be collapsed into bed. For untold time, I come home. They're still filming. Platinette maybe there's no in return Catherine Zeta Laforme has the van in front of my door.

Playboy's offices on the third floor in here and yesterday was the sale of several samples of their products. I showed up on time looking for Playmate elderly to carry gift upon my return, but they go like hot cakes and I had to make do with a Zippo, handbags, sunglasses and towels ... for a total of $ 20 without tip. I have also taken, jointly owned with Mr Francis', a pair of boxer for tutors who responded with a heartfelt "yanow ... these are for a special moment ... I'm gonna keep yanow Them."

... and as I write below, on Fifth Avenue, the Irish parade, thousands of bagpipes, bands, politicians, horses, dancers and especially the hordes of drunk and spewing piscianti (the show more interesting one to attend the his office window). However

. Wednesday night in mysterious circumstances Juerie's iPod in your pocket and then I finished the draft on Thursday night to sleep go to the dogs. There goats near his office and, already we're here, we go to the Cake Shop to see a concert. And we go on foot. And God knows how far away are the two places.

Meanwhile, here in the skins and screaming. The sun is shining. Ring the bagpipes.

And if you do not speak does not mean it will not happen: I continue to shower him with requests for information, more and more detailed. One asked me yesterday how to get to CBGBs and those who played that night. And I was the other side of town.

... but it was said of the Cake Shop, where he was playing the good Craig Wedren of Shudder To Think (Velvet Goldmine anybody?), But in reality he had just wandered over and guarded in the `total wickedness of the place, while saliva on stage Joe Lally, bassist for Fugazi, with its solitary project, bass + voice + percussion ... If it were a girl, I would say that is nice.

And while sipping Budweiser draft, $ 4 more tips, I realize that the bald man sitting next to me (and there are around a dozen people) is nothing but Ian MacKaye, Fugazi and minds of the ringleaders of Dischord Records , as well as `and` remembered, guitar noise on "Youth Against Fascism" by Sonic Youth. Bow wow!

Morale at the end and I Juerie we forgot his Ipod and then I still have me. And the bagpipes have already broken the cock.

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do not understand anything more, it's hot, cold, sweat, groan. And, above all, `I do not sleep much injured.

're shooting another movie in my house, Hudson Street is invaded by the production truck. This is the biopic on guitarist Super Ok! emigrated to the USA groped for a solo career. The cast, Macaulay Culkin, who plays the protagonist, Sergio Vasto, in the role of the tutor, and Platinette, who plays the landlady who lives with the main character.

I did an audition for a part, said they call me, maybe I will make the appearance in the remake one day. You never know.

Monday evening, after the usual beers from Linda, we went to the party for the album release in Japan (shit, they could find a better excuse) Soft, which already did not speak before. Stone Roses with the voice by queers, particularly having regard to the sound inaudible ass Cake Shop. The opening is entrusted to Levy, already seen on Saturday, with the singer most inspired ... the second listen, I have just made a great impression. The songs are there, make-up as well. A girl tries to remove the fedora to the singer that the threat to punch up ... you can see the receding hairline (I was placed less than two spans). Budweiser, Budweiser, Budweiser. The bastards start ringing at midnight. Monday evening.

No surprise yesterday morning, arrived at the office, I put in the fridge the address book. In fact, I find myself for not having savaged in mid morning. In the afternoon I connect to the pc sgam the headphones, and listening to two old men who talk about their glorious past, pointing to a future that does not belong. Half asleep, ANSA news breaks my heart.

After a hard day's work, uah uah, nine-quarter, in shorts and a T-shirt, I washed the dishes while watching American Idol with Connee, savoring the warmth of my futon fake, I get the call Juerie that as some of you may remember, works as a pusher of wine.

E 'in the office alone with a mountain of wine unattended. I defy anyone to hold back. The flight to reach the Murray Street , drinking wine, talking, listening to music, talking about music, drink wine, drink music. I'll listen to some 'of our local stuff, appreciates Kech, Yuppie Flu, and especially the Super Ok! which proclaims itself instantly PR in the U.S..

It is a bit 'late, in fact. So this morning, on the verge of delirium, or perhaps a step further, I realized that I miss my Yaris, and I miss my Elvis. Then now that I discovered that this is a "small indie film That big dreams" , well ...


(a serious accident yesterday in Garbagnate, in photos taken by his friend Stephen S., here )

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Sabbath, Domingo. My new job. Vendredi

A deadly cocktail of sun in my face and telephone ringing throw me down from the bed (but not I do too badly, since I sleep on a futon "... ok, is a mattress thrown on the floor) at 11.30. I try to sleep again but it is useless. I get up.

A great Saturday with the sun, warm wind, and then What's the best close in a museum? At the Whitney Biennial `there, a lot of avant-garde works, including a picture of Jim O'Rourke and a series of illustrations of the legendary Daniel Johnston. Nice stuff, a fake trailer for a movie, "Caligula", with actors like Milla Jovovich, Courtney Love and Barbara Bouchet (!) To pretend to act in this remake of the blockbuster on the imperative pornographic ... interpreted, however, by Love.

lunch at 4, svaccato Hudson Park in the grass, where I meet, by chance, another classmate of universities. Beginning to piss me off. Better, definitely, give directions.

In the evening there `will to live music, oddly enough, and then go to the Cake Shop to fuck, and groups, of course, do shit (stuff like Audioslave for instance). Then run screaming at the Dark Room, where the DJ Spinna colorful stuff, including dance, and especially New Wave revival, for a change, with the inevitable drop in at Franzferdinandeschi territories and Blocpartiani to go to a "Do not Look Back In Anger, "which concludes the evening with a chorus of drunken English girls who perform best if it is ... the first passing. Packed up to asphyxia.

Sunday I go back to life just in time to divert to Brooklyn, to peck at the Mi & L'Au and Film School in concert, free to Soundfix Records (record store). The room in the back of the store is fantastic, with super kitsch wallpaper on the walls and luxurious armchairs in which I sink with my coffee. The Mi & L'Au are more accustomed all'unplugged and prove very attractive, but also the Film School (which was just fucked up all the equipment ) make their terrible figure.

Once the set, I sling underground and in less than an hour at the Starbuck's is between Spring and Crosby Street to find Shin, the 29 year-old Japanese `which will give Italian lessons in the coming weeks, for the modest sum $ 20 per hour (two hours a pop). It 'just put an ad in the incredible shouts craigslist and they said in 4 (... and only Shino has accepted the price).

And you can not imagine how beautiful it is to teach Italian to Japanese. I laughed in the face for an hour without interruption. And I paid.

(Coope, this is "Older" of Mi & L'Au, while these are the Film School)

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And after an endless day, on Friday evening begins with a concert at the Mercury Lounge. I go there alone but now I find Juerie and her two sisters (who are half Korean and half-Scottish). The first group, the Levy, it is not too bad, as usual reminiscences Smithsiane truccatizzimo with fedora and singer of Big Brother to Jonathan (although I lose my program in its entirety this year ...). To follow, the Five O'Clock Heroes, which seems to go big in England (between NME and showcase various menate). In fact, they sound good and the singer has a great voice, Because someone should tell him that it is not Joe Strummer (and already we're here, do not tell the bassist John Squire e1 and does nothing if it does not face the decerebration, and guitarist in the Kills, and it does not sound if it is drunk, is ok, there's no need to pretend). The music is the 80s revival, and last between Police Clash. But set me on my nerves'. The third group

are the Battle, but at half the concert's older sister Juerie disappears (it was in theory went to the bathroom). After vain attempts to call it research and, finally answers the phone and said he was "sick" and "drunk" ... speaks for a good quarter of an hour, for the most disconnected phrases, `until we finally understand where it may go in and retrieve it. We find that they are still talking on the phone with us (and we attacked a lot '). In practice, having to throw up, he walked in search of the ideal, 'not until he found a dark park with a couple of miles from the room, where he started a fight with a passerby, who gave notice "I have no problems beating a woman, "to which she replied," Neither YA BITCH! " chased and trying to pick a fight and invariably miss ... `not until we called. And he discovered that he had lost.

The sisters leave us at this point. Juerie and I can walk to the Trash Rififi for the evening (so called), new wave, rock'n'roll, fucking with people and drink 2-for-1 to celebrate the DVD release of Blondie ... Again, nothing but plastic. And is also Friday. Linda and the others come to us, lightened of fifty dollars each invested in terrible sushi. At 4.40, with a pizza fleeting stomach, after meeting on the subway, by chance, a fellow University of Innsbruck, close my eyes at last.



... Yes is discussed Levy, Five O'Clock Heroes, Battle (this is "Demons" ).

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etc. The large thistle

E 'finally reached the warmth of God and the whole situation took another turn.

last Thursday was the anniversary of the death of Charles Bukowski and the Bowery Poetry Club (right in front of CBGB's) organized a poetry reading to celebrate it. It has a Vecchiazzano drunk, packaged in a red velvet dress, which ends the introduction with a "Now It Seems appropriate to show you my back", and turns showing her ass. `Not so great. Actors improvised rotten drunk, stuttering, people of all kinds can interpret as the Hank's poems. All in all, pretty.

At 11 and a half is all over and I walk south to the Bulgarian Bar, famous for his delusions of Thursday evening. After waiting 45 minutes for Linda and friends, three young American Jews pity invite me to join with them and accept willingly, after having secured (with stamped paper) of their heterosexuality '. And inside, of course, I find Linda, Juerie and all others who are waiting for me (even a little 'upset) for hours.

The local is a delirium of Eastern European people jumping in unison with the Balkan music and tequila flowing rivers ... at least in my mouth. A puttanaio, seasoned with a strong smell of armpits ... Bello. Between a ball and the other, coming home at half past four. At seven twenty miracle to open my eyes and I take this moment to go to the office. I do not say what state. He even New York.

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Beautiful boxes of once

After three hours of sleep, waking up with a fantastic sea breeze (after you board this summer showers?) Regenerates you. For five minutes. Then serve gallons of coffee.

It is a bit 'of time do not post links to mp3 ... Then you an instant update on some of the more interesting groups here in the area, which for one reason or another I have not talked ...

At all. Here is the compilation `contender this summer in your car stereo with" Festivalbar 2006 "(the blue one):

1 Oxford Collapse "The Boys Go Home" The Big Sleep 2
"Murder"
3 Film School "American Turnip" (ok, they are already looking for something ... then famosini presets) 4
Psychic Ills "January Rain" Field Music
5 "You're So Pretty"
6 Early Man "Death Is The Answer" (listen to the metal!)
7 Part Chimp "B1" 8
Rahim "10,000 Horses"
9 Parts & Labor "A Great Divide"
10 Foreign Islands "Fine Dining With The Future" 11 Hot Chip
"Ninja Turdle"
12 The Cloud Room Hey Now Now "13
Vietnam " Princess "Goes Cube
14" Goes Cube Song 26 "
15 From Monument To Masses " From Z Repeat "
16 Mobius Band " The Loving Sounds of Static "
17 Super-Ok! "Scratches" (live at Max's Kansas City)

And since I'm very busy I could think of doing even the cover.



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Elections skin

I forgot to tell you that I met Uma Thurman in the street. Did not ask me if I was one of the Super-Ok! and this makes me very angry.

temperatures continue to rise, it seems that the weekend will be 'hot and rejoice ... To celebrate all that is, go to see Brokeback Mountain (in Italian sounds more or less as "Mountain of culirotti) made with Lego.

But we come to politics.

"Dear friends, How

Italians (both with a capital letter and both wrong) living abroad we would like to remind (it's a party" of ") the sacrifices and challenges of adaptation in a new Earth (capital letter ... the planet? ), a new society. Who came before us, and many among us, can understand the hardships encountered in the `leave our Homeland (Houston we have a problem). But as always we're tied to family values \u200b\u200band work (and the point ... why?) this our Communities (toxic?) is able to contribute immensely to the richness and fabric social, economic and political (and syntax) of both countries (uppercase also article ... like The Boss), Italy and the USA.

As you know, it is now official and on 9 April, for the first time in history, Italian citizens residing abroad have the right to elect (and where it goes wrong?) their representatives in Parliament and the Italian Senate in Rome (For the one in Florence bisognera `wait for the next election ... and someone explain, at least to the candidates that the FA Senate of the Parliament, together with the Chamber of Deputies).

We must be united invariably (invariably?) in our common purpose so that we build our Community is entitled to be represented in Parliament and the Senate (arieccolo). Our intent is to defend and at the same time work to ensure that `the basic but essential things (defend ... but what?) are not only strengthened but mostly improved (notice the spelling ... the meaning now c 'I gave up). How rights and beifici (Where the manufacture O'Beirne O'Beirne) and social security for pensioners and the elderly (those that still work? Also want the pension? ) incentives for who travels to Italy (so eye if item is arroma) , guaranteeing the future of our children and our young (... cohabitees?). These are real issues (wedding rings? Are not? ) who in one way and another (note that 'e') affect all of us.

Therefore we must be careful not to underestimate the importance of this conquest of the Democratic vote and we must also be careful not to fall into rhetoric or jargon "symbolic" policy only for the desire to win votes!

We encourage your interest, your participation and your contribution, direct or indirect, which we believe should be an integral part of our mandate (what mandate?). We invite you to visit us in this regard (to visit?) on the following website: www.toinsert where you'll find with all our (all yours?) political vision, information of a general nature and specific (fuck that information! Useful general and specific at the same time! wow!) .

Always ready to listen, we greet you cordially.

XX "

I found the final copy of this letter in the printer, here in the office. This is the letter of nomination to the Senate for the North America division, XX, for a party of government (or rather, the current government). I allowed myself to write in cursive comments to the highlights of the program.

As for the "symbolic jargon, the" democratic achievements "and its exclamation point, Mr. XX is bothered to haggle over the phone in my presence," favors "with the" opinion leaders " in exchange for a predetermined number of votes.

How I miss you, dear old Italy.

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Here we go

I was away, I've got got to do. Here I am.

To the lighthouse

the end is that faith and we decided to remove from the metropolis to the north got shit more possible in the Hudson Valley. In my days of hard work, constantly browsing I found a wonderful bed & breakfast in a lighthouse in Saugerties, near Woodstock, the place is the name of the festival in 1969 that is not taking them (do not ask why `). The only day available was 2 on Thursday, the day of the new snow bastard. The lighthouse, in any event, on the right.

And so, after two and a half hours by bus in the snow and heeling half hour of taxi driver obese makes me knees in a millimeter crack, we reach the lighthouse. The delay means that the bus arrived at high tide, so we have to walk slowly on the Esopus River, hoping they will not give the ice crunching under our weight ... We get soaked and frozen to the lighthouse where the keeper Patrick is waiting for us with hot tea (I love Patrick). Given the adverse weather conditions, we holed up in the lighthouse, where I devoted myself to reading the local newspapers. The first page of Ulster News is devoted to three boys Saugerties who founded a league of wrestling every weekend and pretend menarsi for an audience of 4-5 children, with no ring, won with a plastic toy belt WWF. The names of art are simply Fantastic Demented Vincent, Max Delirium and Damien (my favorite). Look at them and laugh forever (left).

The Belle & Sebastian are on my dick (both)

we start Friday, with regret, of Saugerties, where the sun is shining but the wind kills. We should come to New York to 16.30, well ahead of the meeting with Belle & Sebastian for autographs and mini-concert, set for 18 at the Virgin Union Square. And yet. The bus leaves late and the traffic goes crazy. Rush hour on Friday. The years to get to Port Authority, where the criterion `we the front nose. Centuries, before it reaches the 1, after passing the 2, 3, 3, 2 and 3. Arrival at the 18 Hudson Street, I take my The Life Pursuit digipack with DVD and a mega-book full of crap, $ 15 on sale at the President's Day, and step into the Virgin Isolée to arrive at 18:32 and see the van of Belle & Sebastian that puts the arrow on the left and dips in traffic forever. In my ranking of the most favorite of all groups at number 1 are stable the Baby Shakes, the second lowest in the fall Belle & Sebastian. Madonna is the top (but if the game).

Emancipation of a Neanderthal: Kid Congo (ah, Coope, do not read)

the evening on Tonic, we give a precise goal: the errata to the my last post. The Tonic is the place with the most famous sperimentaloide in musical choices from around the Lower East Side, the decor is sparse, peeling walls and some small light up the scene. On the eve of the final of the Festival is dedicated to Kid Congo (Cramps, Gun Club, Bad Seeds, MTV's Wa-Wa and other), which features not one but two albums. A thousand bands play a couple of pieces, with opening (or at least are the first that I see) entrusted to Botany, which seem quite interesting and lively ... I'll try 'stuff.
Then is the turn of the Size Queens, which are a bit 'shit but they have the legendary Bob Bert on drums, founder of Sonic Youth with tons of meat and hair dye accumulated in the years. I take this opportunity for me to autograph his shirt vintage Sonic Youth, the one that already autograph `Kim in his own way (is not true, but James can understand ... other than pass). `Vecchiazzano enabled once a tirade and drunk onstage with Kid Congo and a couple of assholes: Julee Cruise is, that the soundtrack of Twin Peaks, who sings the soundtrack of Twin Peaks (with an effort of imagination) and another piece. Ethereal, up to concerns. I think of Bob and Laura's cousin who speaks to the contrary with the nano. Good times those. In the right picture, a vacuum cleaner.

enabled once the beginning of the feast bruttisimo Kid Congo Powers (left side ... add long hair), with a reunion of the Congo Norvell (with Jim Sclavunos, sometimes Sonic Youth, Teenage Jesus & The Jerks, Bad Seeds, Lydia Lunch, Dentrolarmadio and others), in which the simian festive singing and yells, already drunk (you see me? Shimmering.) The pieces are not bad, typical post-No Wave mid 80s, funny and noisy in the right place. Change of scenery, as it is for the current group of celebrated, the Kid Congo and the Pink Monkey Birds, with special guest Thalia Zedek (Live Skull, Uzi, Skarsi). All in all, not so great '. But by then the true goal of the evening was already achieved.

Corrigenda to the previous post

undisturbed in a corner, surrounded by half a cocktail, put on its 33 rounds of 70s and 80s disco music a character in half between Ian Brown and Michi of Super-Ok!, which is around furtively among the people at the concerts, looking drunk. Approach him to ask him about his book and when he realizes what I'm talking (after giving me directions to the library around the corner), is strengthened and presenting me a hug. Toothless, with breath mumbles embarrassing that his book should be out in a month or two. At that point, complete my mission and overcome the embarrassment for the figure of nerd. But I promised, at least to myself. So, I get the left-hander Ian suffered a manuscript drunk. `That'll bring to the proper authorities. To all of you a preview:


Rockaway Beach / Winter sea mashup

And last Sunday, a little 'for the curiosity to see the place immortalized by Raomnz, a little' why is the sea in winter is cool, we go up in Rockaway Beach, Long Island. The sun is shining and try to warm up but the wind eventually got the better ... The beach is enormous, a vast expanse of broken shells and dog shit, some old and we are awaiting death. Lunch Pizzas by Cyrus, who unexpectedly is managed by a real Ciro di Napoli. How many are there? Lobanovsky process? rockaway is an Irish enclave, and every window reminds me that soon will arrive is the St. Patrick's Day ... yum yum.

On the way back we stop in Brooklyn Heights, the place where I had the opportunity to meet Cesare Cremonini and his Dance Band, just in time to shoot some breathtaking (like this right here) and frozen away in Chinatown, for a dinner that is a dream come true for someone like me, read the great "Angels of desolation" by Kerouac. And I leave you with this pearl of the comments.