Painted as a monster and nothing else for years, he's gone without the rehabilitation of his name, of his dignity as human being. Probably, in this world, he will never have a full rehabilitation, because people make up their icons as fast as they tear them down forever. As usual, together with death arrived crocodile tears too: Jordan Chandler and journalist Martin Bashir admitted they lied about Michael Jackson when the first accused him of sexual abuses and the second interviewed him on "Living with Michael Jackson" special; now, too late, as always, the world seems to have at last figured out that it was wrong, that has been Law itself to set he was innocent. But we know quite well the sad power of death and that it's always the best occasion to deny, to feel regret when it's too late, the best time to speculate. That's what the great human race always does: the uncontrollable attack first, the big remorse then. Above all, human race is a great contradictory one. To all, Michael Jackson was a guilty for sure, a dangerous freak with no right to speak, a guilty even if there wasn't even a proof that wouldn't had been dismantle.
Then what about Roman Polanski? He's a true guilty but c'mon, he's a poor victim of the System, a victim of the USA Government that 30 years later still insist in pursuing him. Just leave him alone you nuts people, how dare you?! Poor Polanski has already gone through too much pain, some papers have written. In addition to this absolutely craziness, famous people all over the world signed even a letter to support Polanski's cause, claiming that his arrest was unconstitutional and that USA must, as I said before, practically leave him alone.
It's been 30 years since he took a little girl, made her drunk and high then took her life away raping her. He must have scared the hell out of her, but, today as yesterday, it seems we just don't care. She said she has forgive him, but the fact she's been so strong doesn't mean she doesn't deserve justice. And she didn't have it, she didn't have justice for 30 long years, during which Polanski has going on living his days free and undisturbed, and she still doesn't. And today, in 2009, in civilized Countries, there's still someone to who being an unquestionable director it's quite enough to let him get away being a convicted. We are not talking about revenge (we would never dare ask too much seeing the world we live in); we are just talking about justice, we are trying to understand how it is actually possible that, once again, be a famous name means to win the "get out of jail free" card.
That's the reason why Linus was used to say "I love humanity, it's people I can't stand"; I'm not making a division between what is good and what is not, I'm just saying I hate incoherence and, even worst, the character assassination without right of reply and the persistence in acting like this, always, without even apologize. I'm against the incapability to recognize and admit the mistakes made, choosing not to repeat them in the same away over and over again.
When will people heal their cruelty and superficiality? Michael was right, we must heal the world, but, for once in our life, it'll be great if we learn before how to heal ourselves.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aS56ni-OnNo
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
E' Solo un Rock 'n' Roll Show
One of the greatest Italian artist ever will finally be on a Europe Tour, a great chance to export abroad music you can definitely say a "good" one.
To us, Vasco Rossi is quite a monument, a legend, the father of at least three generation. He's the father of Italian Rock Music too, with the precious support of a band made by some of the better musicians all over the World. So yes, this will be a great, an important chance, even and especially because they all give their best on stage, used to performing live in front of sold out stadiums.
Once again I wont translate you anything of his magnificent lyrics: they are poems, in both words and rhapsodies, and as poems I think they must "live" in the language they were born.
I really hope this will be the opportunity to finally bring Vasco's music outside Italy, even if the language is always a problematic issue: I mean, Italians don't have lots of difficulties to understand Beatles, but it's right to say that one thing is Italian and another is English. Aside from that, I think language can never be a limit in art, so in music either. It's especially here, in music range, that when you're listening to a song you must surrender and just feel it into you; nothing else matters. After all, today it's so easy to find on the internet a way to translate a lyrics; in fact, music, movies and books are quite a really good way to get into a foreign language, a different culture, also a slang, all those things you're not generally used to.
I think self-learning is the best form to get into things which are actually unknown to you...together with travel a lot, self-learning is even better than school, I speak from my own experience: school only gives you the theory, but it doesn't give you the practice. It's good and necessary to have both, that's sure, but you can't have just theory. Above all, self-learning made by music, movies and so on, it's the best because it will always be moved by passion, love, interest: it's suppose that when you choose to learn something by yourself, not because of someone else's imposition, it's because you really care about this thing and you don't feel it, live it like a weight.
"Music makes the people come together", someone said...I think she was absolutely right.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUUPxuUo5OA
To us, Vasco Rossi is quite a monument, a legend, the father of at least three generation. He's the father of Italian Rock Music too, with the precious support of a band made by some of the better musicians all over the World. So yes, this will be a great, an important chance, even and especially because they all give their best on stage, used to performing live in front of sold out stadiums.
Once again I wont translate you anything of his magnificent lyrics: they are poems, in both words and rhapsodies, and as poems I think they must "live" in the language they were born.
I really hope this will be the opportunity to finally bring Vasco's music outside Italy, even if the language is always a problematic issue: I mean, Italians don't have lots of difficulties to understand Beatles, but it's right to say that one thing is Italian and another is English. Aside from that, I think language can never be a limit in art, so in music either. It's especially here, in music range, that when you're listening to a song you must surrender and just feel it into you; nothing else matters. After all, today it's so easy to find on the internet a way to translate a lyrics; in fact, music, movies and books are quite a really good way to get into a foreign language, a different culture, also a slang, all those things you're not generally used to.
I think self-learning is the best form to get into things which are actually unknown to you...together with travel a lot, self-learning is even better than school, I speak from my own experience: school only gives you the theory, but it doesn't give you the practice. It's good and necessary to have both, that's sure, but you can't have just theory. Above all, self-learning made by music, movies and so on, it's the best because it will always be moved by passion, love, interest: it's suppose that when you choose to learn something by yourself, not because of someone else's imposition, it's because you really care about this thing and you don't feel it, live it like a weight.
"Music makes the people come together", someone said...I think she was absolutely right.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUUPxuUo5OA
Friday, September 25, 2009
When "Art" Takes Over
When "art" takes over you know you can't deny. And art here is once again taking over in New York City, where we well know how everything is really possible: if you're looking for something and you don't find it in NY it just doesn't exist, it's said. Well, thanks to young artist Justin Gignac, to sell and buy garbage as art indeed is now possible too.
"He began selling garbage in 2001 after a co-worker challenged the importance of package design. To prove them wrong he set out to find something that no one in their right mind would ever buy, and package it to sell", it's written on Justin's website, and what more perfect than garbage to demonstrate his theory? He definitely won his challenge: from 2001, over 1.200 NYC Garbage cubes have been sold not only in the USA but all over the world. As if it wasn't enough, Justin's genius also decided to produce special edition cubes with garbage such as the one from the opening day at Yankee Stadium or from NY's Eve in Times Square.
The starting idea is obviously awesome, unique (and right, because Gignac's point of view on package was fair), but the most beautiful thing to me is that everything here belongs to New York; don't know how to explain it, but I wouldn't be so exited about Rome's garbage for sure...
First cube I saw had Sturbucks garbage inside: it's been love at first sight. I love Gignac's great idea and I heart New York so bad...I can't explain to others why I'm so amazed by this project, I'm just able to answer that I heart New York and everything that belongs to the soul, to the deepest part of the city is just so perfect to me, the best thing in the world.
Even its garbage.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Obbd7-hsn4Y
http://www.nycgarbage.com/index.html
"He began selling garbage in 2001 after a co-worker challenged the importance of package design. To prove them wrong he set out to find something that no one in their right mind would ever buy, and package it to sell", it's written on Justin's website, and what more perfect than garbage to demonstrate his theory? He definitely won his challenge: from 2001, over 1.200 NYC Garbage cubes have been sold not only in the USA but all over the world. As if it wasn't enough, Justin's genius also decided to produce special edition cubes with garbage such as the one from the opening day at Yankee Stadium or from NY's Eve in Times Square.
The starting idea is obviously awesome, unique (and right, because Gignac's point of view on package was fair), but the most beautiful thing to me is that everything here belongs to New York; don't know how to explain it, but I wouldn't be so exited about Rome's garbage for sure...
First cube I saw had Sturbucks garbage inside: it's been love at first sight. I love Gignac's great idea and I heart New York so bad...I can't explain to others why I'm so amazed by this project, I'm just able to answer that I heart New York and everything that belongs to the soul, to the deepest part of the city is just so perfect to me, the best thing in the world.
Even its garbage.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Obbd7-hsn4Y
http://www.nycgarbage.com/index.html
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Yes, We Can
On Monday eve, President Barack Obama has been hosted by David Letterman in his "Late Show": those two have been just hilarious.
But President Obama has been even more: he's been sincere, honest with his audience as always is. When he speaks he always seems so proud of what has happened to him; when he speaks he's charismatic, sure, a true leader among his people, always deeply interested in what he's doing. When President Obama speaks he always explain the reasons why of something, he will never say "it's just because I said!" as a parent does with his kids; on Letterman he has talked about his Country people and issues, he didn't faked and he didn't made a political campaign. He always acts like this, he always seems to be a citizen first and the President of the United States then; he always seems to be one of his people (and his people are the ones who trust him), close to and caring for them. He speaks to us about his family or the war in the same way: simply, purely, as a man, not a pretending superhero.
As I said, it's quite usual to see him acting like this, he always does, but it's not granted to be like this all over the world. In Italy is not that right. In Italy every moment, every thing that occurs is a good chance to make propaganda, to attack the other parties. Even when there's a time to club, Italy never does. Even someone's death becomes the opportunity to point finger against someone else, a chance to hide our own mistakes and faults; none, in Italy, ever take responsibility for what is happening. None, in Italy, will ever say: "mistakes were made". In Italy if you want an explanation you'll never get it from a politician.
When I look at President Obama I still see hope and honesty, integrity and the audacity of a dream, of a change as was before his election; I don't see anything of this in "my" political class. And I'm speaking of they all. As World citizen I feel safe thinking Barack Obama to be leader of the Free World; I wouldn't be that safe if he was one of "my" politicians.
Anyway, right yesterday I was writing about Italian Television. Well, not only we don't have Barack Obama as President, we don't have a David Letterman neither, so here we'll never see a show like that of Monday.
But after all, I feel Barack Obama as my real President, and to me that's all that matters.
From "Late Show" official website
http://www.cbs.com/latenight/lateshow/
Top Ten Reasons President Obama Agreed To Appear on the "Late Show"
10. Heard the lady with the heart-shaped potato was going to be here
9. Thought it would be fun to watch someone else get heckled
8. Has something to do with that whole "Cash for Clunkers" thing
7. Every president since Teddy Roosevelt has been here
6. In this economy, someone offers you $600, you take it
5. We told him Megan Fox would be here
4. Needed a place to hang out until check-in time at his hotel
3. Honestly, I have no idea
2. Said, "Yes" without thinking... Like Bush did with Iraq
1. Wanted to congratulate Dave on the big Emmy win
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5x7TnxzypN4
But President Obama has been even more: he's been sincere, honest with his audience as always is. When he speaks he always seems so proud of what has happened to him; when he speaks he's charismatic, sure, a true leader among his people, always deeply interested in what he's doing. When President Obama speaks he always explain the reasons why of something, he will never say "it's just because I said!" as a parent does with his kids; on Letterman he has talked about his Country people and issues, he didn't faked and he didn't made a political campaign. He always acts like this, he always seems to be a citizen first and the President of the United States then; he always seems to be one of his people (and his people are the ones who trust him), close to and caring for them. He speaks to us about his family or the war in the same way: simply, purely, as a man, not a pretending superhero.
As I said, it's quite usual to see him acting like this, he always does, but it's not granted to be like this all over the world. In Italy is not that right. In Italy every moment, every thing that occurs is a good chance to make propaganda, to attack the other parties. Even when there's a time to club, Italy never does. Even someone's death becomes the opportunity to point finger against someone else, a chance to hide our own mistakes and faults; none, in Italy, ever take responsibility for what is happening. None, in Italy, will ever say: "mistakes were made". In Italy if you want an explanation you'll never get it from a politician.
When I look at President Obama I still see hope and honesty, integrity and the audacity of a dream, of a change as was before his election; I don't see anything of this in "my" political class. And I'm speaking of they all. As World citizen I feel safe thinking Barack Obama to be leader of the Free World; I wouldn't be that safe if he was one of "my" politicians.
Anyway, right yesterday I was writing about Italian Television. Well, not only we don't have Barack Obama as President, we don't have a David Letterman neither, so here we'll never see a show like that of Monday.
But after all, I feel Barack Obama as my real President, and to me that's all that matters.
From "Late Show" official website
http://www.cbs.com/latenight/lateshow/
Top Ten Reasons President Obama Agreed To Appear on the "Late Show"
10. Heard the lady with the heart-shaped potato was going to be here
9. Thought it would be fun to watch someone else get heckled
8. Has something to do with that whole "Cash for Clunkers" thing
7. Every president since Teddy Roosevelt has been here
6. In this economy, someone offers you $600, you take it
5. We told him Megan Fox would be here
4. Needed a place to hang out until check-in time at his hotel
3. Honestly, I have no idea
2. Said, "Yes" without thinking... Like Bush did with Iraq
1. Wanted to congratulate Dave on the big Emmy win
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5x7TnxzypN4
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Ashamed
Everyone is talkin' about it. The proof? The video of the misdeed is jumpin' on YT from Sunday and both foreign websites and papers are writin' about. I'm doin' too, first of all because I love music, then because I hate unprofessionalism and fakes know-it-all.
Let's get to the point: how can a band punks so easily, so well a national TV show? Well, when it comes to Italy everything is actually possible.
Last Sunday, Muse were supposed to "play" on mime their new song "Uprising" in the Italian show "Quelli che il calcio"; they've obviously disagreed w/the idea that it's not possible for a band to perform live, so what did they thought? Let's mock who doesn't recognize the value of a live performance and how it's still so offensive for someone be obliged to mime. That's when Matt-the-singer becomes the drummer, Dominic-the-drummer becomes the singer...a mess; a funny mess for their fans, an embarrassing one for Simona Ventura and her staff. To see Matt's face and movements at the moment has been really priceless, to see Ventura interviewing Dominc believing to be talking to Matt has been even better.
The best thing about this show into the show is that music finally wins above those who pretend to be music fans or, even worst, well prepared about the topic.
If you're not Italian you probably don't have the pleasure to know Simona Ventura; unfortunately, we have this lucky break. The most worrying thing is that she's been one of the judges in the Italian edition of the English format "X Factor" for two long years; so, for two long years, she's been responsible for the future of lots of young guys that probably love and respect music much more than her. She's been, for two long years, on every screen and paper telling us how good she is in music and she's been, for even more time, on every screen and paper telling us how good she is at all, at doing everything.
Yep, but then you host someone on your show and you don't even know his face. Speaking about Sunday, not only their faces: she doesn't know Muse at all. She calls them "THE" Muse, she doesn't almost know their names (while, according to the questions she has done, she's pretty cool on gossip) and, possibly the worst thing of all, she's got an entourage exactly like her: none told her she was interviewing the wrong person, none told her about what was going on from the very beginning. Yeah, absurd but real.
She's just come out for what she really is: unprofessional. Let's even say she doesn't know for real one of the best known rock band of the planet, but how is it possible to invite someone at your place and don't even do a research about when you know that you're not prepared to that? By the way, it's quite clear how she's reading the Autocue while introducing them...
But, after all, this is just the Italian way; it's the Italian way for everything, the mirror of our professionals.
Someone's got Letterman, others's got Ventura. That's just the way it goes, life is a bitch, uh?
Anyway, today someone swears to have listen her exclaiming "John who?!" after someone told her about a certain Lennon...
Yeah, life is a bitch.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oTt8Noi5Rk
Let's get to the point: how can a band punks so easily, so well a national TV show? Well, when it comes to Italy everything is actually possible.
Last Sunday, Muse were supposed to "play" on mime their new song "Uprising" in the Italian show "Quelli che il calcio"; they've obviously disagreed w/the idea that it's not possible for a band to perform live, so what did they thought? Let's mock who doesn't recognize the value of a live performance and how it's still so offensive for someone be obliged to mime. That's when Matt-the-singer becomes the drummer, Dominic-the-drummer becomes the singer...a mess; a funny mess for their fans, an embarrassing one for Simona Ventura and her staff. To see Matt's face and movements at the moment has been really priceless, to see Ventura interviewing Dominc believing to be talking to Matt has been even better.
The best thing about this show into the show is that music finally wins above those who pretend to be music fans or, even worst, well prepared about the topic.
If you're not Italian you probably don't have the pleasure to know Simona Ventura; unfortunately, we have this lucky break. The most worrying thing is that she's been one of the judges in the Italian edition of the English format "X Factor" for two long years; so, for two long years, she's been responsible for the future of lots of young guys that probably love and respect music much more than her. She's been, for two long years, on every screen and paper telling us how good she is in music and she's been, for even more time, on every screen and paper telling us how good she is at all, at doing everything.
Yep, but then you host someone on your show and you don't even know his face. Speaking about Sunday, not only their faces: she doesn't know Muse at all. She calls them "THE" Muse, she doesn't almost know their names (while, according to the questions she has done, she's pretty cool on gossip) and, possibly the worst thing of all, she's got an entourage exactly like her: none told her she was interviewing the wrong person, none told her about what was going on from the very beginning. Yeah, absurd but real.
She's just come out for what she really is: unprofessional. Let's even say she doesn't know for real one of the best known rock band of the planet, but how is it possible to invite someone at your place and don't even do a research about when you know that you're not prepared to that? By the way, it's quite clear how she's reading the Autocue while introducing them...
But, after all, this is just the Italian way; it's the Italian way for everything, the mirror of our professionals.
Someone's got Letterman, others's got Ventura. That's just the way it goes, life is a bitch, uh?
Anyway, today someone swears to have listen her exclaiming "John who?!" after someone told her about a certain Lennon...
Yeah, life is a bitch.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oTt8Noi5Rk
Monday, September 21, 2009
Somewhere I Belong
When we say a place is our place, the place where we belong, we should have at least some reasons why to explain it to others.
These days I was watchin' my USA pics and I suddenly remember what I had almost forgotten: what I love the most about it, its sky and air.
Have you ever seen a most gorgeous sky than the one above the United States? It's overwhelmed with colors, even when the color is the gray, and they're simply amazing; it's immense, endless.
Have you ever breathe a better air than the one we feel in those lands? It's "full", good, penetrating, touchable.
Everytime I come back to the US I look up to that marvellous sky and I take the deepest breath possibly: just like that, I feel home.
Maybe I'm too influenced by the fact that I feel America to be my real Country, but before not to trust me at all, for the colors issue just take a look at these.
...and for the air...well, I can't be helpful; there's only one thing you can do about. And I think you know quite well what is it.
These days I was watchin' my USA pics and I suddenly remember what I had almost forgotten: what I love the most about it, its sky and air.
Have you ever seen a most gorgeous sky than the one above the United States? It's overwhelmed with colors, even when the color is the gray, and they're simply amazing; it's immense, endless.
Have you ever breathe a better air than the one we feel in those lands? It's "full", good, penetrating, touchable.
Everytime I come back to the US I look up to that marvellous sky and I take the deepest breath possibly: just like that, I feel home.
Maybe I'm too influenced by the fact that I feel America to be my real Country, but before not to trust me at all, for the colors issue just take a look at these.
...and for the air...well, I can't be helpful; there's only one thing you can do about. And I think you know quite well what is it.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Dear Mr President
They're our fathers, our brothers, our husbands, our sons; They're our countries and it's taking them away from us.
We want the world "end" above all this; we want everyone to come home.
Everyone must come home.
We want the world "end" above all this; we want everyone to come home.
Everyone must come home.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Imagine
"One person's crazyness is another person's reality.", the thought of a man who has made of "crazy" stories and characters his own career and prestige. When I first read this quote of Tim Burton I immediately thought it would had been best start to talking about American director's new work, an adaptation of Lewis Carroll's novels "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking-Glass". In that sentence there's not only the pure heart of Jack Skellington's dad: I think there's that of Carrol's character too.
It's said that Burton's genius' new movie will be ready for American audience in 2010 but the film had seemed from the very begin to be born to met all the high expectations of director's past works; but why should this movie be so different from the others already made about Carrol's blondie little girl? Know that Tim Burton is at the direction is quite enough to me, in addition it's clear how all the typical features of Burton's characters are in Alice's original one too.
The all story has the taste of surreal, the magic poetry of fantasy and even the philosophical aspect of the unknown; we can't give a universal meaning nor a unique, conventional explanation to Alice's journey, we all have our own interpretation and our difficulties too in understanding an ancient tale which is not supposed to be explainable because sometimes the pragmatic meanings of reality make fade away the genuine childish beauty and the greatness of what sense cannot explain.
Lewis Carroll's masterpiece is one of those stories which seem to be wrote for children but that finally adults find out to love even more.
Burton has promised to respect Alice's true essence and always seemed very excited about the project; talking about the cast, once again we find Burton's muse and friend, Johnny Depp (guess his role? Yeah, of course the Mad Hatter) with the Australian actress Mia Wasikowska (in Alice's shoes) and the well known Anne Hathaway as the White Queen. The adaptation is set in Alice's future, she's a young woman and she's got no more memories by now of her old adventure, unaware that what is in the past sometimes can reach you again in your present or future life. Wasikowska said about that protagonist's return to Wonderland "becomes a rite of passage as she discovers her voice and herself.", preparing us to the evolution of character's personality and behaviour. The setting and the atmosphere too will be in true Burtonian style: pics of both cast and places reveal the usual care and beauty of director's others films with a sort of new fantasy halo which reminds a great but renewed elegance faithful to the first drawings retracting the young girl and her fellows; the make up, the costumes are so well finished as much as gorgeous. Surely everyone who recognize himself in reported Burton's quote will fall in love with his ultimate cinematic tell; Alice's life seems to be really meant to be closed to this great director's spirit and mind and this is exactly why, first of all, this movie has soon become a proclaimed success.
It's said that Burton's genius' new movie will be ready for American audience in 2010 but the film had seemed from the very begin to be born to met all the high expectations of director's past works; but why should this movie be so different from the others already made about Carrol's blondie little girl? Know that Tim Burton is at the direction is quite enough to me, in addition it's clear how all the typical features of Burton's characters are in Alice's original one too.
The all story has the taste of surreal, the magic poetry of fantasy and even the philosophical aspect of the unknown; we can't give a universal meaning nor a unique, conventional explanation to Alice's journey, we all have our own interpretation and our difficulties too in understanding an ancient tale which is not supposed to be explainable because sometimes the pragmatic meanings of reality make fade away the genuine childish beauty and the greatness of what sense cannot explain.
Lewis Carroll's masterpiece is one of those stories which seem to be wrote for children but that finally adults find out to love even more.
Burton has promised to respect Alice's true essence and always seemed very excited about the project; talking about the cast, once again we find Burton's muse and friend, Johnny Depp (guess his role? Yeah, of course the Mad Hatter) with the Australian actress Mia Wasikowska (in Alice's shoes) and the well known Anne Hathaway as the White Queen. The adaptation is set in Alice's future, she's a young woman and she's got no more memories by now of her old adventure, unaware that what is in the past sometimes can reach you again in your present or future life. Wasikowska said about that protagonist's return to Wonderland "becomes a rite of passage as she discovers her voice and herself.", preparing us to the evolution of character's personality and behaviour. The setting and the atmosphere too will be in true Burtonian style: pics of both cast and places reveal the usual care and beauty of director's others films with a sort of new fantasy halo which reminds a great but renewed elegance faithful to the first drawings retracting the young girl and her fellows; the make up, the costumes are so well finished as much as gorgeous. Surely everyone who recognize himself in reported Burton's quote will fall in love with his ultimate cinematic tell; Alice's life seems to be really meant to be closed to this great director's spirit and mind and this is exactly why, first of all, this movie has soon become a proclaimed success.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Hush, Hush
For a writer there's nothing worst. We've got our personal black beast, our biggest drama. In a world full of new virus, the one known as "The Block" still remains (and will always be) for us the only thing we can't fight against nor destroy.
When there's the block, we aren't. When there's the block, our essence fades aways, leaving just an empty shell of us; when there's the block there's our body without our mind, hollow at the moment, pure, clear, virgin as a perfect snow flake. The difference here is that there's nothing perfect at all about a writer without the writing, about a writer without words, a writer who seems to have nothing to tell, nothing to talk about to his audience or just to himself.
Block is a bitch, you know, because there are no treatments, there's nothing we can do about it but wait and be very, be so patient. We can only live in a sort of rehab and hope that it'll be helpful to get better: a rhapsody, a book, a movie, a walk in a cold day surrounded by unknown people and a cig are quite enough to me to take a deep breath and calm down. But the truth here is that the only thing we can actually do for our being stuck is let life do its own natural progress, let life heal us, let life fill our temporary emptiness. We must take back control of our both mind and heart, set us free from the weights which oppressed us; we must let us breath reaching serenity.
If you're a writer I think you must take care of yourself, daily, of your soul first of all, because if you let the messes of life interfere and overwhelm your spirit you're not alive anymore, your stuck as stuck are your creativity and thoughts, your needs and wants.
The dude here is a real pain in the ass. Choose to write about it obviously makes you understand that I'm in a block right now; it seems I lost my words, my topics. I hope it'll get better soon, 'cause my own life natural progress is taking too much and quite enough of me.
When there's the block, we aren't. When there's the block, our essence fades aways, leaving just an empty shell of us; when there's the block there's our body without our mind, hollow at the moment, pure, clear, virgin as a perfect snow flake. The difference here is that there's nothing perfect at all about a writer without the writing, about a writer without words, a writer who seems to have nothing to tell, nothing to talk about to his audience or just to himself.
Block is a bitch, you know, because there are no treatments, there's nothing we can do about it but wait and be very, be so patient. We can only live in a sort of rehab and hope that it'll be helpful to get better: a rhapsody, a book, a movie, a walk in a cold day surrounded by unknown people and a cig are quite enough to me to take a deep breath and calm down. But the truth here is that the only thing we can actually do for our being stuck is let life do its own natural progress, let life heal us, let life fill our temporary emptiness. We must take back control of our both mind and heart, set us free from the weights which oppressed us; we must let us breath reaching serenity.
If you're a writer I think you must take care of yourself, daily, of your soul first of all, because if you let the messes of life interfere and overwhelm your spirit you're not alive anymore, your stuck as stuck are your creativity and thoughts, your needs and wants.
The dude here is a real pain in the ass. Choose to write about it obviously makes you understand that I'm in a block right now; it seems I lost my words, my topics. I hope it'll get better soon, 'cause my own life natural progress is taking too much and quite enough of me.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Unchained Melody
To me, none's represented pure essence of love as well as him. I think of his smile, his eyes, I think of Sam and Molly's feeling and I feel love; I feel his gentle soul. We'll always have, feel, his gentle soul.
He's had the time of his life, we've had our watching him.
"It's amazing. The love inside, you take it with you. See ya."
He's had the time of his life, we've had our watching him.
"It's amazing. The love inside, you take it with you. See ya."
Monday, September 14, 2009
A Change Is Gonna Come
Reality shows all over the world had taught us we can quickly become dancers, singers, actors, that it's actually possible to win lots of bucks doing nothing but being locked in a house for some months and, again, they'd let us think how, nowadays, it could be very easy for an everyman to become a shining, desired star.But I don't wanna talk about the dances with the stars or the big relatives someone can have: what am I really wondering is can we really fall in love in a reality show? I thought about that last night, once again while I was fighting the insomnia, when I saw on everyone's big mama, the TV (said in the Homer Simpson's way), the rerun of a reality where a guy is, OMG, "looking for love" among a group of girls who are, obviously, supposed to live together in the same house for the time of the show. First of all I really believe that words such as "love" and "reality show" should never be put together in the same sentence; then, while I was watching astonished that freak show, I couldn't have kept myself from laughing my ass out (but, still, sadly) when I saw what those chicks were supposed to do for their new Valentine, when I heard which were their talks and (and here comes the Academy Awards) when I saw their tears because c'mon, they know that guy from a week but they're already so mad about him that when he's not around or he's kissing someone else they just literally freak out. Yeah, everything is definitely possible in these places. But, I mean, how sad is really this? I'm not gonna tell you about what happens in this great plot, nothing about the fights nor the tears, nothing about the insults and all the surreal waft in that place because I'm not saying "don't ever watch that trash again!", it's not up to me, I think everyone must be free to choose what he thinks to be the best for him, choose what is the best for what he needs in that precise moment; this isn't my point. Yeah they're kinda funny I guess, they make you laugh and, above all, forget about the problems of everyday life, yep, but they're not true. I mean, how people cannot actually realize that the "real" in those shows only appears in their name? I know this is just a personal opinion but I'd rather to be cynical find out a day that I was wrong (or maybe that I was right and just realistic) than believe now in something which comes out from the mother of all the pretences: I don't wanna wake up someday feeling dumb, punk'd from medias and notice that my all life and my person are controlled by someone else. It's already tough enough, in the real life, to keep our independence: we don't need no more enemies. So, is this really the future of the oldest feeling ever, of the journey through the eternal quest of love? In years we're get used to the idea of falling in love through a chat room, through a forum, a social network, the entire net is available for our new, modern, cybernetic romantic attitude...but are we really ready to believe that our soulmate is waiting for us on Television?
Like a Rolling Stone
I think I've got a lil' hippie spirit inside of me; I think everyone does. When the persuit of freedom and the desire of love and being loved pervade us, Jimi Hendrix's solo guitar or the melancholy of Janis Joplin's bitter-sweet voice, taste like scratches and caresses, are for sure the best soundtracks for our lives. Recently has been old Woodstock's B'day: I confess I would have gave anything to be there, 40 years ago, to celebrate, above all, rock music. Woody was a millions people dream with the strength that only music can give; psychedelic emotions, freedom of being, "wind of change", tribute to the great Goddess, the Music, endless but gentle rain. There were many contradictions about Woody and its detractors never loose the chance to remember us that they still remain, but the most important thing at the time (and the best important legacy and memory nowadays) is its halo of poetical struggle and utopia of those children of rock that wanna change the world and surely see in Woody the opportunity to forget, for some days, about real life, looking for a shelter in a guitar. Is this what rock is: think to be someone you are not for the time of a riff and then finding out that person is actually you, just your dark and hidden and maybe also scaring side...after all, even the moon had its own. Rock is what let you be yourself, for real, even just for a little while; in rock we're real in feeling and not hiding anymore our our emotions. Maybe you're blue, maybe you're trying to forget, struggling with a sorrow you're hide inside; maybe you're just in love and you don't know what to do about it, acting as a child who hasn't the courage to take the hand of his young school mate in the school yard...is now that you escape in Elvis' songs. Maybe again you're not able to express yourself 'cause you've never learned how to do it, maybe you don't know how to talk about what you are and what you have, that's when a lyrics does all this for you and well, you know, it'll always be better than you in doing it. "Toughs guys don't cry" we are told from the night of the times; no, toughs guys have the hell of the passions and feelings inside and they do cry: they just do it with rock and roll, singing or writing pieces of songs around the universe or on their arms, as tattoos, instead of crying common tears; their tears are dried by a chord, by their screams against the pain of life and the defeats that it inflicts to us; happy under a stage we take our sorrows and for the time of a performance we throw them against the sky and we are finally in peace, our breath comes back and we reach our break. With our lives' playlists we fight, we dream on, we stand up for ourselves, we never give up; as I'm writing Janis is singing about her wished Mercedes Benz in my earphones and for these minutes I don't need nothing else; my thoughts had finally shut up, there's no more difference between my mind and my writing hand that just 10 minutes ago didn't know what to write, when my Ipod was shutted down (I'd rather a record player but uhm I'm just 19 years old and I live in the 2000s). Now is Sir Paul the one singing in my head; it's just like he had thought about me and none else while he was writing his precious baby..."take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better": a rock song reaches our heart and makes everything better, we are under a spell, under its power and greatness and it'll be just endless, we know that its magic will last forever. We're Elvis' soul's sons, Stairway to Heaven is our Bible, great stadiums all over the world are our temples; Because the night is our one and only promise of pure, burning, eternal love, The long and winding road soothe the aches which that same love sometimes can give, we want get married in a chapel in LV, we see our honeymoon riding a Cadillac...because freedom belongs to us, because, if we believe, in freedom we trust.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
E Penso A Te
"A singer must communicate with his own music and nothing else", Lucio Battisti
As Italians, there aren't so many things (there aren't especially so many people) of which be proud.One of them is a delicate, a fragile, a passionate man who's passed away eleven years ago, becoming a legend with his art, becoming the greatest between the greats. Just like that, leaving us an immense legacy, Lucio Battisti died the 9 of September of 1998, in the silent memory of his amazing and precious voice.He always makes me thing how bad is for someone who doesn't know Italian very well not to be able to understand him in the deepest side of his gentle soul; maybe that's the reason why I chose to tell you about this man of an ancient and rare feature.When I first thought about this personal tribute of mine, I wanted to translate one of his song, to make it understandable by everyone, but then I changed my mind: it would have been a mistake, it would have stolen all the magnificence of his heart, the truth and deep sense of his art.Actually I feel very uncomfortable writing about him: I feel small, incapable; the emotions he gives you are the ones you can't describe, the ones you're only able to live.Today the air is quite cold; I don't know if it's more because of the weather or just because of the melancholy which his memory brings every year, the renew of the sorrow for having lost him, for having lost "our Emotion".
As Italians, there aren't so many things (there aren't especially so many people) of which be proud.One of them is a delicate, a fragile, a passionate man who's passed away eleven years ago, becoming a legend with his art, becoming the greatest between the greats. Just like that, leaving us an immense legacy, Lucio Battisti died the 9 of September of 1998, in the silent memory of his amazing and precious voice.He always makes me thing how bad is for someone who doesn't know Italian very well not to be able to understand him in the deepest side of his gentle soul; maybe that's the reason why I chose to tell you about this man of an ancient and rare feature.When I first thought about this personal tribute of mine, I wanted to translate one of his song, to make it understandable by everyone, but then I changed my mind: it would have been a mistake, it would have stolen all the magnificence of his heart, the truth and deep sense of his art.Actually I feel very uncomfortable writing about him: I feel small, incapable; the emotions he gives you are the ones you can't describe, the ones you're only able to live.Today the air is quite cold; I don't know if it's more because of the weather or just because of the melancholy which his memory brings every year, the renew of the sorrow for having lost him, for having lost "our Emotion".
Englishman (or other) in New York
If you're a stranger in The City that Never Sleeps (and believe me, trust Sinatra when he sings NY like that) there are not just things you can do: above all there are things you HAVE TO do. I won't tell you about the well known places nor the common things about NY, I wont tell you about something which you're not gonna find in guidebooks, everyday's things that you will never know if you don't look away from your books and all the damn theoretical stuff.So, when you're finally in the center of the world you must:
- breath the city: while you're still in your car turn down your windows and let the city get into you, let the atmosphere caress your skin; you'll soon realize there's the best thing of your all life. Then forget your car and start walking; do it for all the time you'll stay in the city. You must live NY with its streets and full-of-lives side-walks, on your foot, to feel every precious pulse of the most living place of the universe. There's nothing better, trust me, NY fills up your heart and that's all, words are meaningless trying describe its force.
- see a musical: I suggest The Lion King, on stage at Minskoff Theatre (1515 Broadway, midtown Manhattan). I saw it this year, TLK is my favourite Disney's film at all and I think it's one of the most beautiful movie ever too. It's something great, for real, huge, simply amazing. The performances, the soundtrack (signed by Elton John's music and Tim Rice's lyrics), the worming, vibrant set with its magnificent colors that remind right of African lands: everything seems a landscape, a painting; everything is quite perfect, ads invite audience to "descover the pride of New York", The New York Times describes the musical writing that "there is simply nothing else like it". I was there on my B'day and surely it has been an unforgettable day. "Can you feel the love tonight"? If you're at Minskoff Theatre you can even feel the soul of this great art product, all its strength; I swear I'm really not able to explain it with words, you must see it, if you're in NY and you miss TLK you're gonna have regrets issues!
- have both breakfast and lunch at street stands: every corner of the city is full of the funny and typical NY stands selling you coffee and donuts in the morning, hot dogs and pretzels all day long. With a few bucks you'll enjoy the best food and drink break of the world.
- take a cab: the excitement of being on a street side, lean out and draw a taxi driver's attention with your arm is something you must try along with the enjoyment of the ride. Ok, that's a lil' bit silly but NY cabs are historic as much as the big green lady in the water!
- do at least one unusual thing: I must admit this is quite silly as the cab thing, but last time I was there, on February, my grampa needed a dentist and that's when our adventure has become.After days of terrible ache of which I won't tell you about, we finally find a doctor ready to see us (it was Saturday, grampa was in pain and yes, I do speak English but I'm always a not-American...I'd rather say like this that my nationality) after getting informationn about from Sheraton's concierge and talking with doc himself on the phone. It has been surreal: I mean, when your on holiday and abroad you don't certainly think you'll be in pain (or at least you hope it) needing a doctor or a hospital. Mchandsome visit my grampa as I was filling in a sort of case history with his data, speaking with doc and translate at the same time. I must confess, I was having a lot of fun. But he best part is yet to come: after the examination we go to the pharmacy to get meds...that's when I felt like dr House: the girl of CVS gave us the orange bottles with pills that an Italian can only imagine and see in movies. They're on my desk now (empty of course, no meds addiction issues!). It has been hilarious and nice: I was obviously sorry for my grampa, but this experience had made me feel as I belong to them, as a truly New Yorker and I also believe this is the best way to actually get in touched with the deepest and most real part of a city, with its everyday's life and sincere reality.
- breath the city: while you're still in your car turn down your windows and let the city get into you, let the atmosphere caress your skin; you'll soon realize there's the best thing of your all life. Then forget your car and start walking; do it for all the time you'll stay in the city. You must live NY with its streets and full-of-lives side-walks, on your foot, to feel every precious pulse of the most living place of the universe. There's nothing better, trust me, NY fills up your heart and that's all, words are meaningless trying describe its force.
- see a musical: I suggest The Lion King, on stage at Minskoff Theatre (1515 Broadway, midtown Manhattan). I saw it this year, TLK is my favourite Disney's film at all and I think it's one of the most beautiful movie ever too. It's something great, for real, huge, simply amazing. The performances, the soundtrack (signed by Elton John's music and Tim Rice's lyrics), the worming, vibrant set with its magnificent colors that remind right of African lands: everything seems a landscape, a painting; everything is quite perfect, ads invite audience to "descover the pride of New York", The New York Times describes the musical writing that "there is simply nothing else like it". I was there on my B'day and surely it has been an unforgettable day. "Can you feel the love tonight"? If you're at Minskoff Theatre you can even feel the soul of this great art product, all its strength; I swear I'm really not able to explain it with words, you must see it, if you're in NY and you miss TLK you're gonna have regrets issues!
- have both breakfast and lunch at street stands: every corner of the city is full of the funny and typical NY stands selling you coffee and donuts in the morning, hot dogs and pretzels all day long. With a few bucks you'll enjoy the best food and drink break of the world.
- take a cab: the excitement of being on a street side, lean out and draw a taxi driver's attention with your arm is something you must try along with the enjoyment of the ride. Ok, that's a lil' bit silly but NY cabs are historic as much as the big green lady in the water!
- do at least one unusual thing: I must admit this is quite silly as the cab thing, but last time I was there, on February, my grampa needed a dentist and that's when our adventure has become.After days of terrible ache of which I won't tell you about, we finally find a doctor ready to see us (it was Saturday, grampa was in pain and yes, I do speak English but I'm always a not-American...I'd rather say like this that my nationality) after getting informationn about from Sheraton's concierge and talking with doc himself on the phone. It has been surreal: I mean, when your on holiday and abroad you don't certainly think you'll be in pain (or at least you hope it) needing a doctor or a hospital. Mchandsome visit my grampa as I was filling in a sort of case history with his data, speaking with doc and translate at the same time. I must confess, I was having a lot of fun. But he best part is yet to come: after the examination we go to the pharmacy to get meds...that's when I felt like dr House: the girl of CVS gave us the orange bottles with pills that an Italian can only imagine and see in movies. They're on my desk now (empty of course, no meds addiction issues!). It has been hilarious and nice: I was obviously sorry for my grampa, but this experience had made me feel as I belong to them, as a truly New Yorker and I also believe this is the best way to actually get in touched with the deepest and most real part of a city, with its everyday's life and sincere reality.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Born To Run
I'm not a writer, a journalist. I'm not a novelist, I don't even have a degree. I'm a none, I grew up dreaming of being Carrie Bradshaw, imagining myself write for an American's paper from my laptop, smoking and drinking my coffee of the day as looking outside the window of my apartment in NYC; I dreamt of a fictitious character, I never dreamt of a Pulitzer Prize winner, I don't know nothing about (well, except I was dreaming of being the White House Press Secretary too but...well, talk is cheap...). And my English isn't perfect, I've got my own personal order when I write (which is exactly a mess for anyone else) and I hate every single standard or rule that doesn't make me feel completely free in writing; but the point is I think I'm also good at doing this, write for myself (where sometimes, if you're lucky or just good, for myself becomes for others too). This blog, my Rabbit Hole, my Wonderland, is just the simple and pure result of putting all of this together; for once in my life I'm doing of what I love the most my full time occupation and now I understand this is all that really matters: these days I had the evil writer's block, trying get where to start from, looking for a good first subject to write about...Well, tonight I couldn't sleep and while my mind was thinking 'bout everything which is actually possible to think about, I realize that people just want to know what's your opinion about something, people want to know who are you, not someone else, they wanna know who's the person that hidden behind a screen is talking to and of them; people don't want from you a sterile summary of what someone else has already written somewhere. So here's the truth: people expect and want you to be free, honest, in speaking and writing to them as much as you desire it.
Alice In Wonderweb
"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?" This is that world of her own, here everything is non-common-sense: here, everything has our own sense 'n' meaning. Are you sure you can handle the Rabbit Hole, Caterpillar's endless questions and Mad Hatter's unreal attitude? 'cause you know, as the Cheshire Cat always says...we're all mad here...
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