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I Think It's Just A Waste Of My Time

Small premise. The theater (as opposed to opera, which I like infinitely) very badly by the bear before you start this course, every time I went to a representation inevitably I fell asleep after 20 minutes and so on. But I had promised to try to give up what I thought of the theater itself to focus on those thought lessons would have been based on Shakespeare, Moliere, and so on. That is to say that I had also tried, dammit.

But it happens things to go in a certain way simply a matter of inherent incompatibility, and that you can not help it. In this case, the professor who takes this course has proved to be completely out of His mind, he started from the first lesson to talk about abstract things like ships and twenty one is there to watch it (which has the 70 years, think a bit ') initially wondering where all that talk will finally conclude to parry and then two hours later that there is no sense, and beginning to wonder if it's all so (hopefully not).
Long story short, the beginning of May I have arbitrarily decided not to try to follow him more, when I turned I put the recorder into operation of the phone or nothing, that both had a goal, the whole thing.
is now a week, with the approach of the fateful June 4, I just sent to hell, to him, his assistants and stupid way. Why come to conclude that if it is a beautiful morning announcing a written waiver at the end of the course after ten days, indicating that if one does not go well and then the vote passes or not is not it can rebuild a June / July or September: no, he must wait MINIMUM November. As if one had nothing to do but gotta be back.
But the coup de grace if it is literally called two days ago when, with 33 degrees outside, came with the vest, took the microphone in his hand and his assistants have been raised to close all doors and windows were open, when amongst other things inside the classroom there were about 150 people. That means, you are your time is brain, my dear wind-of-theater.

at this point I had to find something to do to use those two hours that I slept very well could be used (but oh well). Thus, between one thought and another, on Monday I came out this great picture:
... While today I wrote one of my "song-without-music", which for the first time in a while m'è out with a beginning and an end (although we shall return in futuro, casomai decidessi di farne qualcosa):

Can you explain me, mister, explain me what does it mean?
I'd just want to take a gun in my two hands
And shoot you right in your head
I just can't understand it, you're treating me so bad
Keeping on beating your hand on that damn desk
You're just making a crazy out of me
So, please, stop it now, because I'd get no other chance
If you won't, I'll be forced to pull the trigger

People ahead of me keep on turning their heads back
Searching for the guys beyond them who's talking so loud
Do me a favor, then, won't you, please?
Turn yourselves again, look at the professor, he doesn't care
He just goes on and repeats always the same fucking things
He pretends to be talking 'bout that theatre stuff
But all he keeps on saying is on the wind, the oak and a walk
So the last week I made a decision, and I've stopped followin' him.

Can you really blame on me, my friend, after all?
It's just sixteen days 'till I'll be right back on the road
I'm looking forward For That magic moment When I'll feel again the happiness
Of chasing my real life way down Those dirty oldie roads.

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Why So Serious?

one month now I have the feeling to change the city more or less every week, talking about weather: know, I can say that I was in Seattle, New Orleans and now in Miami, when in fact I have never moved from Rome. But it was not what I wanted to write.

Over the past two days I was pissed off several times, of course for reasons that people normally considered stupid or trivial, such as piracy (audiovisual), Jay should not be that good for the battery or a haircut. I was pointed out that there are far more serious problems such as hunger and the world nonsense like that, that we have made clear is that you do not think they exist, but in short, we are honest with ourselves, who we really think in their 24 hours daily? Almost no one, so that spare me the sermon, thanks.
Thus the situation yesterday, more or less at 7 pm was this: I wanted to close the computer, turn off the phone and making it unreachable to the world, as if to say: "What the fuck, now I've pissed off, goodbye and thank you!" obviously it was impractical, the computer I needed to follow later in the set list and live off and on again I break up even more, and the phone would otherwise be attainable ... be ', I ran the risk of being the police at the door.
The first response to my urgent need to remove me has been suggested by a curious association of ideas, just from the heat, which made me suddenly to mind that magical evening of June 25 last year, so without further ado, I pulled out the DVD of the concert in Milan and I put it on, and be '... is there to say?, Bruce always work perfectly, or at least it worked until I started playing again the phone, I had to put my mind to answer without pause, that when I'm angry I can send people to hell by phone.
In all this, had made the eight and a half, and I had to decide what to do with the evening: I knew from experience of having to remove the dvd player that blessed, because it would inevitably degenerate to the point of finding myself standing on the bed to sing out loud at the Detroit Medley - a situation that if you're in a place run by nuns is very inconsistent and is likely to jam in warnings of various kinds.
So, the problem came up again: how to make me move the heavy incazzatura not cause other problems with the outside world? And the answer Light came to me and unexpected before our eyes, when my eye hath been unwittingly placed in the row of beautiful dvd all lined up (and here I only have half the collection, eh) on a shelf in the library: I started reading the headlines, as I always do even if I know them all by heart, until I arrived at the far right, the part where there are my newest friends, the Blu-ray, as well as the recognizable blue around the top of the case because they are also slightly lower than normal DVDs. It must be said that our relationship was not started in the best way, especially not my fault, I was somewhat skeptical about the real improvement of quality artistic / visual and thought it was only a slight change in terms of definition. Obviously I was wrong, Blu-ray is something ultra-sensory, it gives you an almost physical pleasure, tangible ... In short, nothing even remotely comparable to its predecessor. And what's more, big thing, the Blu-ray player also reads standard DVD, so there is no need to throw everything out the window as when switching between VCR and DVD player.
moviegoer Digressions aside, I choose to see The Dark Night, I take it and start thinking about how to taste it properly, the problem is that, because Bruce's return to Europe, I had to cut all other costs, including those a new iPod and a Blu-ray, of course, then the only way To watch my films in HD is to use the PC (and if it seems strange that one buys the disk before you have the tools to look at, well, 'there are probably people who buy concert tickets before we know if we can go or who have five or six copies of the same disc? Here, even the movie buff has its quirks, let this be known - the fact that then I'm in the middle of both categories is worsening my financial situation, but so, will also be my problem). Now, since I do not want Starmie sitting at a desk for two and a half hours, I must find a way to look at him standing on the bed, but how? After several attempts to move the TV further back on the fridge and I put the PC: Okay, we're ready to go!
The following two and a half hours is pure lust, the film is beautiful in itself, but with the magic of high definition (it's appropriate to say it) has an added value, it catapults you into the action and when The Joker turns to the Mob boss (it would the Mafia in America) hissing: "Why-So-Serious?", b ', it is as if he were telling you.
So last night I remembered most vehemently because I love the cinema, and why they are prepared to defend his world up to the extreme, no matter what it costs: "I happen to be in love with cinema," as Adrien Brody in another movie, even though all the others do not believe (not at all or in part), but Their purpose is not to know what they're missing. Because the film is there, no matter what happens, ready to give you what you want: comedy, drama, thriller, just to keep the genders. E 'when there is nobody there to give you play when you're on a collision course with the world outside and you've had enough of all things is there when you're alone a thousand miles away from home when you would want to stop to fight and choose the simplest way, is there when you have nothing to do and decide to hole up in a dark room, no matter what movie they're projecting, anything goes just to live in your real world, in your true essence. The film is there even when you do not need, when you want to be somewhere else or maybe at a concert, and you can not go because it's not that easy : and then you start watching a movie or go into an empty room and forget it, that's for sure, because ... be ', because the strength and uniqueness of this film is also, to be always giving you the chance to not regret what you did not. And that is why, ultimately, the cinema will never die, despite all the attacks he has received and continues to receive, from pirates to a very poor legislation, not to mention the sinister attempts to de-institutionalize.

Cinema is not just art, it is Life in the making, and as such destined to immortality '.

Like it or not.

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Well If I Could, I Swear I Know Just What I'd Do

free the first Thursday morning, taking advantage of the beginning of November and did not want to do I started to wander a bit 'aimless internet until I landed on the website of the University Of Southern California, which for the uninitiated is one of the most renowned universities in the world of cinema (yes, just in cinema, not some crap like that I'm doing now, pies and all mixer and nothing that serve only to further lose time, but oh well).
Apart from all kinds figate the campus located in the heart of LA and the courses very specific on the chosen field, what gave me the exact size of the stellar distance between the U.S. and us poor idiots was the mini-essay need to write and send in order to be considered for admission. Involves the preparation of an essay of 500-700 words on a topic (get ready to goggle):

1. Denis Diderot, French philosopher of the 18th century, said: "Only passions, great passions can elevate the soul to do great things." Describe one of your passions and reflect on the contribution that it has given to your personal growth.

2. Thomas Edison failed many times before successfully inventing the modern network of electric light. He said, "If something does not work for 10,000 times, does not mean that I failed. I am not discouraged because every wrong attempt is just another step forward." Think about a goal you have achieved in a different way.

3. The Newton's First Law of Motion states that an object in motion tends to keep that state unless an external force intervenes to change it. Tell us about an external influence (a person, event, etc.). That struck you and how it has changed your direction.

Which, if one thinks with the brain and not with your feet, it seems very normal, since a university that focuses on art and literature. Syllogisms separately (to you the third sentence), in Italy to be admitted to a graduate program in literature or in DAMS you must pass, among other things, a phantom test an even more mysterious "general culture" among many other questions, along with stuff from the series "Expose the second principle of solving a problem with the triangles" (what the fuck do I care? "I want to graduate in letters, not in math!) are questions of morality in high carat," Who is The winner of the last edition of Big Brother? " or "How many teams relegated to Serie A in B?".

understand well the situation intolerable, and the disgust of the country where we live.

The more I reflect, the more I am convinced that I must go away from here.

'd better go and finish writing the essay, it should be (by the way, I chose the track No 3, that's for sure)

Stay hard.

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People Stay Just A Little Bit Longer...

Rome, Italy - May 10, 2009

Jackson Browne is probably the second person of a certain weight of all the humblest Music show biz, never had huge success, especially in Europe, and, judging by the type of people who sat in the audience last night, for the most Apart from those who know him who are nostalgic for the past 55 years and remembered with affection and nostalgia for their green years (in other words, these are people who made the '68 and thereabouts). It should therefore saying that the most we can hope, at least from the perspective of the concert, is touring Italy in small auditoriums and theaters, 1000/1200 stuff from places like precisely the Sala Santa Cecilia Auditorium Parco Music (anyway, I might say, was quite full). However, the simplicity and the passion that animates it are at least exemplary, and should serve as a lesson to so many people running lately and who has the courage to ask for astronomical sums for a concert ... But never mind, I avoid the controversy and go forward.

While I was there waiting it began, I was completely enchanted to set the stage, and the room in general, there had already been projected to the press during the Rome Film Festival last October, so the I knew, but what left me there for a good ten minutes it was all the environment: nothing I can ever take away from the head that was the Capitol Theatre in Passaic, if not identical, very similar to the room, and I thought given more than a thrill of emotion. I often find myself thinking that, at least on the one hand, it would have been better if Bruce and the band had not had all this happened, why it I had the chance to see them play in these places so collected, so intimate, and a concert would surely worth more.
In fact, while I was absorbed in these very deep thoughts here is that suddenly the lights are lowered and Jackson and the band come out in single file, through the side door (!), He greets the audience in Italian , attacks the jack on the guitar part and (!!!) Boulevard. After a few songs footage, begins the brief set of four songs from the new album, Time The Conqueror, each introduced by a small presentation (and even here, reminiscent of Springsteen, I returned quickly to mind ... you remember the " We were out in the desert, driving ... driving home through Nevada ..."? Yeah, good times), to bring a bit 'of roads in California that same Jackson called "the most beautiful city in the world, besides LA ... Altough part of Rome there is a very very similar to LA, so maybe I'll be write a song about. "He told of a time he stopped the car 80 miles from Los Angeles, and to pass the time turned on the radio and trial was put in writing, or the first time when the night wandering from room to room while playing, but then go home and sleep all day or sit on the beach until sunset. The public has been listening in silence, interrupting only occasionally to some scream the name of LA (probably the one thing that most of those present understood xD), but nonetheless warmly applauded at the end of each song.
After twenty minutes of heavy pause, the time has come to a small but intense acoustic set, in which Jackson played the piano, among others, For A Dancer and Fountain Of Sorrow, and then returned to the band, it was the turn of a sweet Late For The Sky, which I had so hoped to do, and is coming off a surprise (he was still the plan, and has run at some point ... forgot a few words because I particularly touched, had a tender gesture of annoyance! - ah, when there are telepromoter ...). From there was a crescendo of emotions, from Goin 'Down To Cuba ("We have to ask for special permission to get in there! Italians Maybe you too!") To Doctor My Eyes, to finish big with The Pretender and Running On Empty, Born To Run Jackson, with all the lights in the room alight and, finally, much of the public (still sitting) to sing.
Then he said goodbye and went out again, the usual sequence of applause, a few scattered here and cry all over again on stage for the latest call, which featured only a month in this part was added to the ladders and that a good Springsteen should know: I Am A Patriot, for this role expanded enormously and continued to ten minutes abundant. This song is finally the miracle happened: everyone stood up and were brought under the stage, finally breaking the atmosphere a bit 'concert opera that was created and making it a bit' more like a rock concert . And so the warm Roman public has demonstrated that it is not only polite, but also - and above all - ready for fun and involvement: they clapped their hands in time, there was singing something like what the band said the show and reached its highest point in all directions.
After this, it was time to go: even if everyone knew no one would say, I Am A Patriot since it was added to the end, it always ended the concert, and then ...
But in the world of rock music that we like the "always" we like to turn them into "almost always", when possible, and so by dint of calling Jackson on stage at the end we succeeded, almost embarrassed, but certainly pleased and satisfied with this popular reaction, is back on stage and sat on the floor, while the public began to fly names song style request ("Huh?" Take It Easy? But I can not play it on the floor , it needs the guitar! xD). Finally he decided for a medley, to satisfy a bit 'all, drew the band and has ranged from Looking East to Redneck Friend Before The Deluge passing and Take It Easy, and concluding with a resounding Stay alone that lasted more than five minutes, complete with a reprise and partly sung only by the public, now fully into the music not only with the presence but also with the head.
E 'apotheosis was the right for a wonderful concert, a concert old style for a songwriter who deserves far more public attention than it receives and has led with great style and lightness a bit' of that "Californian sunny side of America" \u200b\u200bin our confusing and too messy lives underground. After all, sometimes we even think of taking the car and run to Frisco to LA with windows open, the sun on our skin and the radio that goes: "We May Lose And We May Win, But we will never be here again, open up, I'm climbin 'in to take it easy!"