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how good the white (and how good are the rockstar)

L’ altro giorno, siccome a forza di vedere Bruno Vespa in televisione mi era venuta una fame nervosa che non vi dico, e considerato che a casa non c’era niente da mangiare, sono sceso giù per comprare qualcosa. Solo che per strada, appena ho visto il primo negozio di dischi, mi ci sono infilato senza neanche pensarci. Prima il vizio poi i bisogni, mi sono detto.
Mi ero quindi messo a rovistare tra gli scaffali, quando ho beccato un lp con in copertina un bambino nero denutrito che guardava con due occhi da vergognarsi. Era il Concert for Bangladesh del 1973, la Grande Madre di tutti i concerti umanitari.
Ora, dovete sapere che questa storia dei concerti di beneficenza, e di come siano brave le rockstar, e di come l’industria sia sensibile ai problemi della povera people I was immediately impressed. So I asked the clerk if there were any other thing that I wanted to give it a try. The type must have understood at once with those who had to do: they are the eyes shine, it was stuck right in the filthy back room and after a few minutes he came up with a stack of vinyl that smelled of mildew.
- These seem like? - I asked with a smile that looked like the fox of Pinocchio, dodging the cobwebs and mice droppings on the covers.

There was everything: Live Aid, Live8, Live Earth, USA for Africa, Pavarotti & Friends concert and also to the earthquake in Italy. There I saw more: prey to the emotion I bought the whole box of records and I went straight home to listen to them in solidarity, proud of me and of my goodness. I also thought of how good we are white, with our charity rock concerts, all united against poverty, hurricanes, AIDS. All Laura Pausini included.
But when I got home with nothing to eat, hunger, I immediately returned. The only thing edible was a kind of 4 Sauté now mummified Neolithic that dated back to top: with a little 'courage could pull out of the freezer, thaw, and eat it hope to survive. A story like Russian roulette, so to speak, che se uno volesse cedere all’insano vizio della scrittura, potrebbe iniziare così:

Presi la Cosa, la infornai e, appena il termostato toccò i 180°, l’oggetto iniziò a muoversi lentamente, mormorando come se volesse dire qualcosa. Stava cambiando colore e sembrava che trasudasse mozzarella alla diossina quando, dopo aver acceso il grill per una migliore tostatura, il Mostro iniziò lentamente a parlare …

- Basta con queste scemenze - ha detto la gatta interrompendo bruscamente questo mio slancio letterario- pensa invece a preparare quell’articolo su cibo e musica, che se no a quelli dell’Arcobaleno non ce li leviamo di torno. Today I received four phone calls in Puglia.
- literary hallucinations were due to starvation. A fact romantic things you can not understand - I told the cat, taking the pose of a troubled writer.
However, it was true: I had to jot down something about music and food, but honestly, apart from the angry spectators rotting vegetables that usually thrown on stage, there was very little to write.
- Something about the music of the soul as food, could not go well? So those of you drink the whole newspaper - said the cat.
- This story I will have read at least two hundred times, and in many different ways. If anything, I'd forgotten, you remember I am an author of a certain level.
- Never mind - she did - I know that today is the day. I'm calling to order two pizzas. As you want?

The situation was precipitated when, waiting for the pizza arrived, I put on the stereo the first discs purchased. Before a lovely blue bubble-shaped halo, then a noise that seemed to be killing a pig of 800 pounds, and eventually the speakers have exploded, spewing a terrible smell of rotten eggs.
- What is it? What was it? - Said the cat, inflating the balloon type tail.
- Come, - I replied in a voice full of emotion - it was Live 8 in 2005, the against poverty!
The cat looked at me with pity, I did not understand why. I was going to ask for an explanation, when they ring the intercom:
- Pizza! - Is a voice with a strange accent.
- With the sixth floor. The elevator is broken -. On the other end of the line I seemed to hear a blasphemy. Perhaps, in Africa.

After the boy climbed six floors of the pizzeria, an Eritrean who knew by sight, he slumped on the carpet entrance and asked me to loosen the pizza at the same time, a glass of water and a chair to rest.
- Just a minute - he said, drenched in sweat-six stories, one minute the chair, please.
I went to fetch him a glass of water and, in return, the guy was sat back in his chair and was looking forward to the album cover of Live 8.
- I remember the Live8 in 2005. We had just landed on Lampedusa after three days at sea. In two hundred and fifty on a boat thirty feet long and five wide-said the 'Eritrean smiling - Look, I'll read you something.

The boy took his wallet and pulled out a newspaper clipping.
- Those of the Red Cross we had wrapped the fish in the middle of the first meeting. I found there. Please note - the boy said before leaving. The cat approached curious, I took clipping from his hands and began to read:

Saturday, July 2, 2005: In conjunction with the G8 Live8 to assist the planet, "the biggest concert of the world." Billions of viewers, nearly 150 rock stars involved, nine simultaneous concerts around the planet. Pink Floyd, Deep Purple, Roxy Music, Paul McCartney, Brian Wilson ...

- Of course, land will have to dig due, meters and meters of rotten cemeteries to dig up a cast-like acid said the cat. Then he continued:

making poverty history, "Make poverty history" is the slogan of the mega humanitarian aid. Sensitive to the demands of the organizers at the opening of the G8 government spokesman said that by the eight large is the 'intention to reduce the multilateral debt of some (only eighteen) one hundred percent of the poor countries, for a total of 50 billion. dollars.
- Bravi - did kitten. - Except that they forgot to say that the total debt of poor countries is more than one trillion dollars, only 300 African ones. Just to say, the year before this farce, in 2004, America had happily shelled out 455 billion dollars for weapons and wars. Other than the fight against global hunger.

- And how do you I know these things? - I asked the cat.
- Knowledge is power, ignorance is slavery - she said, in reply. - You know Socrates?
- Socrates who? The greek rock band?
- this is called Socrates Drank The Conium progressive blues and played in the seventies. Instead of wasting time with Bruno Vespa, which also causes you to be nervous hunger, try reading a good book: it nourishes and not fattening.
- Now that has to do Bruno Vespa, the largest Italian journalist living?
- Then I'll explain. Another thing, multilateral debt, for Africa, it means only 30 percent of the total, and is due to the bodies international finance: World Bank, International Monetary Fund and Development Fund for Africa. The other, the remaining seventy per cent, debt is called unilateral, directly affects the states and what can not be touched even with a stick, even if it were to resurrect Elvis Presley in person, including scarves and glitter - he continued the cat.
- And now you got to do even the good soul of Elvis?
- Forget it. You know that for every dollar that western countries give in aid to poor ones, nine are to be returned to pay his debts? It would kick ass, but songs sung by rock stars - said the cat, which is a cat who always speaks with property di linguaggio.

Ora, sarà stato per la fame, sarà perché la pizza era ormai fredda ma, all’improvviso, chissà perché, mi è venuta in mente una canzone. Quella di John Lennon dove c’è quel verso che fa: “E’ facile vivere con gli occhi chiusi, senza capire nulla di ciò che vedi...”. Avete presente?

(pubblicato su "l'Arcobaleno" n.3 anno III - nov. dicembre 2009. Numero monografico sul cibo)

Should I Get A Lawyer If I Was Rear Ended

Karlheinz, the man who fell to earth in

N ella stella da dove veniva Karlheinz Stockhausen, the papers are never late. For example, when some important person on Earth dies, the newspapers publish a thing called the obituary. Sirius is rather different story: there are competing newspapers to publish, on the day of birth of any of these characters, the article Welcome to the world. Syrian journalists in newsrooms, with people sleeping on the stomach and lots of green scales on the face, they call these compositions genologi. Galaxy that go different customs, as they say tamarri of Alpha Centauri.

The life of the inhabitants of Sirius are characterized by their unbridled passion for mathematics, which led them to have a special relationship with time, space e, di conseguenza, con la musica. Su Sirio il rock è da tempo tramontato e i giovani alieni adorano la musica tibetana; la detenzione, lo spaccio e il consumo di sostanze televisive è ormai un triste ricordo del passato, rasentando percentuali vicine allo zero siderale; i libri, poi, si possono trovare solo presso gli spacciatori extra-mondo. Altissimo, di conseguenza, il numero di giovani bibliodipendenti.
Grazie anche al fatto che i giornali pubblicano la notizia prima che il fatto accada, sull’intera stella sono state abolite da tempo elezioni, parlamenti e governi, preferendo i liberi cittadini dello spazio prevenire, piuttosto che patire. Tutte queste meraviglie sono frutti della loro scienza dei numeri straordinariamente progredita, di contrazioni spazio-temporali del tutto inusuali, dei loro tramonti così fosforescenti. Altri mondi, altri quartieri, altre solitudini; la necessità di crearsi scorciatoie, cantava un Poeta sulla Terra.

Di tutte queste coincidenze, gli abitanti di Sirio ne sanno approfittare con rivoltosa eleganza e ardimentosa gioia. Da quelle parti i musicisti sono, tra tutti, quelli che se la spassano di più, avendo maggiori possibilità rispetto ai loro colleghi dell’ extra-mondo. Da un lato la passione tipica della civiltà di Sirio per la matematica, la linguistica computazionale, i fenomeni statistici in astratto e i viaggi interplanetari; dall’altro l’attenzione per i risultati e non per il way in which you will get. For one thing, most music fans on Sirius consider the same sound as composition over: Stockhausen was among them.

For reasons completely unknown, the small Karlheinz falling to earth in the first half of the twentieth century and in the 50s is already the 'child prodigy of electronic music. The study, which is considered the first piece of electronic music ever written, is a composition of 1953: six natural breaks described by relations of integers, isolated sounds, sequences formed starting from sine waves. For a mathematician might be reminded of the Helmholtz and Fourier analysis of sounds as well as combinations of notes. Not satisfied, few years after we pull out a little thing like Song of youth: it is 1956, a period in which needed only a small step to have the idea to make a single sound. That step, thanks to the rocket boosters that had been brought below its galaxy, Stockhausen will do before everyone else.

They report the galactic teaching guides that the methods of study, on Sirius, are particularly high: for graduate study in composition must approfonditamene the differences between sounds, for example between a piano sound, the wind and vocal A. Karlheinz, even on the new planet, he had not stopped studying the curriculum of his star image: what was the effect sound easier than you could get, white noise, colored noise, variations in the speed of sound. All of his work from this study.

On Earth, the new generation of the second half of the twentieth century knew him through the cover of a all'epocale dischettino bad: Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band The Beatles. On the planet are the sixties, when Stockhausen is portrayed in the disk in question. To keep him company, other aliens as Aleister Crowley, Albert Einstein, Buster Keaton. Not bad for a musician wandering the area he called his songs with titles like random music, Music Statistics, variable Music, Music Space; or who wrote compositions based on the Fibonacci sequence: 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, .... At Sirius we bust, Math.

As from another galaxy, Stockhausen had very specific preferences, among those preferring land painters Paul Klee, a busker dauber, and the writers that Novalis, self-styled poet sick of romance. Among the human sense organs, it seems that the master eye's predilection ears. He said that the eyes, on Sirius, are extremely limited and can only see the surface of the world and existence, which is nothing but illusion. The ears, however, may enter into a world much more complicated and much richer: the music can create relationships between the finer vibrations of man, and also transmit.

Then, in a composition and another, Stockhausen said that its parts, when you look at the sky at dusk, and between the constellations appear endless beautiful sixteen moons spotted Sirius, the elders say that the music of the spheres is not exist. This men's star never forget their bodily nature, pointing at the same time to be the spirits. Car and driver at the same time, as they say the Syrians when they want to be understood by crude from Alpha Centauri.

Now seems that in early December 2007 Karlheinz Stockhausen has abandoned his car was old and shabby, somewhere on planet Earth. After posting, the pilot is happily back on Sirius, where he is currently well and has resumed work. Local newspapers say that the teacher has already recorded with a band of Beetle-core mathematician, a very general ground screaming and full of so many ye-ye. In the album cover there are four beetles with mustache, hair and skin stinking helmet white, green and hairless with no scales. Thanks to this amazing look, all interstellar marketing experts agree that the item will sell definitely a mess. Even among Truzzi of Alpha Centauri.

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Rock hospice, the fans at the asylum.

(sticker on a CD, perhaps)

Wedding Shower Ideas, Teacher Theme

Treaty destruction of records

disposal techniques and proposals for reuse - V

Reduced to microscopic size with a ceremonial necromancy, The CD was injected into a vein Alderman Provincial Culture. The subject, after just 20 minutes from the entry into circulation of the disc, gave outburst in setting fire to his entire library, consisting of one copy of "The Tales of Mother Goose" by Perrault.
Man - throwing into turmoil the family-he then began to perform in the long and embarrassing quotes from Enneads of Plotinus. The fact was promptly informed the President of the Province, which saw for myself what was going on Alderman, he immediately ordered to cease from their incompatibility, assuming the function ad interim.
The Mayor then signed a TSO for the poor man forcing his wife, without more income, prebend and lace, an experience no-limits: be employed as a cashier in a local supermarket. Later, il triste episodio ha costretto il Consiglio Provinciale a rivedere la programmazione estiva degli spettacoli, eliminando, per non rinnovare il dolore dei familiari, qualsiasi riferimento alla parola “cultura”.
L’operazione non ha richiesto troppo tempo, né eccessivo dispendio d’energie intellettuali da parte dei componenti della Giunta. Gli stessi, alla fine di quest’operazione di ripulitura, si sono sentiti come alleggeriti da un peso, e hanno finalmente rimesso nel cassetto la pistola tirata fuori appena lo sfortunato Assessore aveva iniziato a citare, rigorosamente in latino, il libro V delle Enneadi.

Good Praise Dance Songs

Erik, mammifero gimnopedista

"A man without religion is like a fish without a bicycle" (ES)

"The eccentric Satie" they say in decent living, when we speak of a musician who knew the words use them as they were known, and vice versa. For example, he wrote the captions that would be enough in the scores: "Do not blush on the fingers", "on the tip of teeth, those at the bottom", "can do better" instead of the traditional "happy", "piano con brio," " slowly. Or "les Embroyns desséchés," and his other compositions who were also real "scores for the eye" in advance of the poetry of Apollinaire, as for the graphic structure interacted with the question of sound. One who during his past life was heretical sect by misteriosofica Ordre de la Rose to the piece of the French Communist Party, from café chantant polemic with impressionism and with Wagnerian Romanticism, one that had always denied the homelands generally . A European mammal with a smile free of intelligence, self-styled gimnopedista, born in 1866 in Honleur, a small town in Normandy in northern France: Eric Alfred Leslie Satie. K The final will succeed him.

"My name is Erik Satie, as anyone"
"Freedom comes from irony," he wrote in those years, the father of Adele H., it is to be believed. What it certainly did Erik Satie in the second half of the nineteenth century, when it began its life as a "tramp" and moved to Paris, Montmartre. Niche not bad: around the pub, you could see people like Picasso, Ravel, Stravinsky, Cocteau, and many dancers. Open parenthesis: those who speak well at this point say that surrealism, Dadaism, were visited and in turn visited the figure and work of ours. Closed in parentheses. He, Satie, was one of those who leave for the military academy and run away after a few weeks showing disease so terrible to push back an army, idiocy is not yet extinct. Can not stay a moment longer in any academy or police station if you are able to write a composition that lasts just over a minute, a pattern of eight measures, consisting of a theme and two harmonies, accompanied by this provision the executor "Be prepared with a series and actual immobility." The song, adds the author, should be "played with himself" 840 times in a row, something that, depending on the chosen time, takes between 12 and 24 hours. "Vexations" (1893) called such work and the author is Satie, musician not by chance after being expelled from the Academy as "untalented." Academics: Then one says. Just to be precise anarchic, we must remember that the first public performance, and full of "Vexations" only took place seventy years after its composition: September 9, 1963 at the Pocket Theatre in New York. That plenty of minutes of music was played continuously from 18:00 until 12:40 the following day, repeated for a total duration of about 18 hours and 40 minutes. At the martyrdom they provided five pianists, the creator of the enterprise was the infamous John Cage, known frequenter of anarchists and game shows, one that instead of eighteen hours of invasion sound was able to write "4 '33", a song is only silence. Destinies. Meetings. As islands in time, the poet would say. Icy report the news and during the various complete performance of "Vexations" there are often opportunities to vomiting, lesions of the phalanges of the fingers, dislocated jaws, fainting, dreams, visions, transformations. Elevations made with nothing, not even light a candle, a wafer, a crucifix, a priest.

"Lord, you're not an ass. But without an ass music! "
took the floor to Prosecutor: "Gentlemen! Russian exiles conspiring with the accused Satie strove to prepare a cowardly attack, a snub to the French taste: the staging of the ballet "Parade," in which he inserted music sounds of typewriters, sirens, shots, music, negra, market turmoil and people ". "Using them as facts, essential elements of reality" breaks sharply from the back of the Braque, Cubism. Rise from the audience shouting "Long live the black art!" "Death to Suprematism." (...) Takes the prosecutor: "These are ravings from Utopia! No sir, the Cubists are wrong! In the future can never be no dancing or cubist. France already enough and advance the infamous cafe chantant, places where this man spent his nights while accompanying a sordid characters, dancers, students, artists, criminals. The "Chat Noir" was the name of the place that the accused attended more regularly, playing the piano in the evenings most shameful. As evidence of the 'charge produced the song "Jack in the Box"; es'aggiunga tickets to the defamatory Satie sent to its unsuspecting victims, our watchdogs in the affairs of art, the critics loved ones. (...) We ask the sentencing etc .... " (...) Correnti, academies and other forms of domination will be vigorously contested, in those years. For some with guns and bombs, with other paintings, or even poems. After the premiere of "Parade" (ballet realist) - composed in 1917 for the Ballets Russes Djaghilev, screenplay by Cocteau, Picasso scenes, music by Satie, choreography by Massine - raging controversy. Debussy refused to block the provocations of "Parade", the Dadaists rejoice; Apollinaire, enthusiastic, started to remove items from the cylinder. Satie is reported, tried and sentenced to eight days in prison, and cento franchi di multa per aver scritto il seguente biglietto ad un critico: “Signore, lei è non è che un culo. Ma un culo senza musica”. Satie può aver seminato equivoci, o seguaci; e tra questi, modernamente, ci sono alcuni che dicono di fare discreet music, musica per ambienti, aeroporti o pollai. Ma di “Musique d’Ameublement” lui aveva già parlato, e composto, nel 1920: oltre mezzo secolo prima di tutti gli odierni cocoriti.“L’Arte è un’altra cosa” diceva Satie. E il nostro non era uno che scherzava, con l’arte; se, ad esempio, Debussy lo accusava di comporre brani senza forma, lui era capace di scrivere subito “Trois morceaux en forme de poire "(1903):" Three pieces of pear-shaped. " Around Satie formed the Group of Six, a 'band of musicians - Poulenc among others - from which he later detaches itself: as Zarathustra, Friedrich would say No. Like Socrates, he would surely stated Erik S. Forties, after years of manic loneliness resumed his studies "serious" and signs up, who knows how to provoke, at the Schola Cantorum devoted to the study of counterpoint, also fell in love with the writings of Plato. In 1918 Satie composed "Socrates", a symphonic drama for piano, chamber orchestra and voices for which he also wrote the libretto, drawing it from the "Conversations". A work inspired by the intimate connection he felt with the philosopher and his work, that the public expect more-usual, is said to bar the first did not understand, and even mocked. So it goes, or siblings.

"One time I was child ... I would say it is not"
When Satie died, and only then, opened the doors of his house, they found scores friends, dozens and dozens of umbrellas, all the same clothes, hundreds of cards. The den of a magician. And speaking of magic, your aff.mo still remember, at a distance of years, the first time I listened to the seventh chords, ninth, eleventh; le terze concatenate; l’attimo esatto quando si premette il play dello stereo e –fino ad allora inaudita- partì la prima delle tre Gymnopédies. Che poi la stessa sia usata nelle sigle dei programmi televisivi o nelle pubblicità con Rit.Lev.Montalcin., poco ci tange. Il fatto lo si ritiene conferma, invece, delle parole già ripetutamente ripetute: la musica è troppo stupida ecc. Che anzi la sventurata non c’entra, essendo Ella solo aria e chi Le sta attorno manutengoli. E poi si racconta che prima di morire, nella tarda serata del 30 giugno 1924, Erik scese nel giardino della sua pensione ad Arcueil e sotterrò i manoscritti di 6 sinfonie, 4 Concerti per pianoforte, 5 Oratori, 3 Messe, 24 Quartetti String, Piano Sonatas 8 and 3 books. All carefully packed, and people say that just a year and a day later, July 1, 1925, Satie joined them forever. Subtleties of people who can make ridiculous the academy, power, death. Like the time in a school of Arcueil, where he held a conference to our children. The little old Erik arrived, sat down and told: "Lord, Ladies, Gentlemen ... I have lived a long time with the animals, but I also very popular with children. One time I was a kid too - it would not - a small child, small (...) As you become musicisti? E' molto semplice: si prende un professore - di musica, se possibile. Lo si sceglie con cura, con attenzione, con gravità. Ci si mette d'accordo su un prezzo. L'allievo deve avere molta pazienza - una grande pazienza - una pazienza da somaro, molto notevole. Bisogna infatti. che si abitui a sopportare il suo professore. Pensate un po': un professore! Costui chiede delle cose che sa, lui, e che non sapete, voi... Evidentemente ne abusa. E voi avete il diritto di non dire niente. E anzi è meglio così”. Arrivati a quel punto, c’è da scommettere che tutti i bambini avessero la bocca e le orecchie spalancate: Maestri e Direttore non si sa. E infine, prima di scomparire, Erik Satie aggiunse: "Know that the job is the freedom ... the freedom of others. When working, do not give trouble to anyone .. Do not ever forget it. Do you understand? ". It 's all, children.