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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.