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&amp;nbsp;L'album ha ricevuto dal giornale Exclaim! la posizione N.18 nella classifica Pop &amp;amp; Rock Album del 2010, ed è stato inoltre candidato al Polaris Music Prize del 2010.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"The Hair Song" - 3:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Old Fangs" - 4:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Radiant Hearts" - 3:52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Rollercoaster" - 5:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Let Spirits Ride" - 4:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Buried by the Blues" - 4:02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"The Way to Gone" - 4:03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Wilderness Heart" - 3:58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"The Space of Your Mind" - 4:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Sadie" - 5:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Download gratis album &amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://205.196.122.24/qhga292177bg/bafwa4r0ca030c1/Black+Mountain+-+Wilderness+Heart.zip" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CLICCA QUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wilderness Heart&lt;/b&gt; col suo succinto rock pulsa potenza e brillante precisione e passione, è forse l'album più impegnativo della band, anche se&lt;i&gt; In the Future&lt;/i&gt; non scherzava mica, anzi... C'è una forte energia rock in confronto agli altri albums, e come ha affermato Stephen McBean "è il nostro album più orientato verso il metal e il folk fion ad ora".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvtXe2P6z_E/TzaBXQuLN1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/2jgySgI-CIc/s1600/mzi.jxoaoaol.227x170-99.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvtXe2P6z_E/TzaBXQuLN1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/2jgySgI-CIc/s1600/mzi.jxoaoaol.227x170-99.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Confezionato sempre con cura (grazie anche alla produzione di Randall Dunn e David Sardy, quest’ultimo già leader degli indimenticabili Barkmarket) e, naturalmente, calato in atmosfere&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;vintage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, il disco rappresenta una netta differenza e atmosfere molto più spaccapietre degli antecedenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Conteso tra ballate folk-psichedeliche (le malinconiche escursioni di “&lt;i&gt;The Space of Your Mind&lt;/i&gt;” e “&lt;i&gt;Buried By The Blues&lt;/i&gt;”, il deliquio di “&lt;i&gt;Sadie&lt;/i&gt;”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;accompagnata dal solito gioco di voci fantasioso di McBean e la Webber, con organo synth e un'atmosfera stralunata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, “&lt;i&gt;Radiant Hearts&lt;/i&gt;”, che richiama alla memoria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;il dirigibile di Page e Plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, ma questa volta nella sua incarnazione più folk) e accordi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;hard-rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;che si mescolano in acidi (l’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;upbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;di “&lt;i&gt;The Hair Song&lt;/i&gt;”, il passo solenne e le vertigini di synth di “&lt;i&gt;Old Fangs&lt;/i&gt;” e di "&lt;i&gt;Wilderness Heart&lt;/i&gt;" che non si risparmia un trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, ancora una volta un ricordo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Black Sabbath&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;altezza “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;” parlando di “&lt;i&gt;Let Spirit Ride&lt;/i&gt;”), il terzo disco della band canadese ha un approccio nettamente diverso e più violento dei precedenti, non scordando però in alcune canzoni le calde atmosfere di un focolare al chiarore lunare con una chitarra acustica..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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La copertina dell'album è stata ideata dal tastierista della band Jeremy Schmidt, il quale è stato influenzato dal lavoro di Storm Thorgerson, grandissimo disegnatore di copertine di album, il quale ha lavorato per&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pink Floyd&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Black Sabbath&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;10cc&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Dream Theater&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The Mars Volta&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Muse&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The Cranberries&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Biffy Clyro&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e molti altri ancora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;L'album è stato nominato per il Polaris Music Prize del 2008. Franz Nicolay degli "The Hold Steady" ha definito l'album uno dei suoi preferiti usciti nel 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Una sfrenata miscela di hard-rock, psichedelia, folk, progressive, un album molto aspettato, dato il furore che ha lasciato a bocca aperta il primo album "Black Mountain".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;L'album pregno di emozioni forti, non sapendo bene in che direzione andare, visto che l'artista Stephen McBean è vario e poliedrico, un album che va dal forte e fiero hard (squisito e sublime) degli anni 70 con &lt;i&gt;Stormy High,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;’ipnotica “&lt;i&gt;Wucan&lt;/i&gt;” si immerge nell'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;hard-prog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, cucendosi addosso un velo scurissimo che sembra rilucere nell’oscurità delle prospettive sonore, con la tastiera di sottofondo splendida, un'introspezione bassa e fluttuante, una melodia di organo che va sul crescere per scoppiare in... ritmica incessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;L’effetto è assicurato come in “&lt;i&gt;Evil Ways&lt;/i&gt;”, ancheanche grazie ad un uso smaliziato del&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;synth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, alle prese con linee ondulate di lirismo fantascientifico. Dopo l’intro propulsivo, “Tyrants” si immerge, invece, in un delirio folk-psichedelico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Suoni sublimi e deliranti quelli di "&lt;i&gt;Angels&lt;/i&gt;" e "&lt;i&gt;Stay Free&lt;/i&gt;" che ricorda un falò a luna piena in un'aurea di misticismo e fantasia al chiarore della luna, e come non scordare a seguire le atmosfere sommesse e tristi con una voce lacerante in "&lt;i&gt;Queens will Play&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Il colpo finale lo sferra "&lt;i&gt;Brights Lights&lt;/i&gt;", che dire... un vero e proprio trip 16 minuti e 41 secondi di pura follia, bad trip esotico, incedere lento, sempre più lento, per scoppiare quando meno te l'aspetti, riff nell'oscurità che aumentano di portata, quasi come se passassero per caso dalle parti dello stereo. Gotico/Prog-Psichedelico/Lunare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;La recensione di Pitchfork &amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/11056-in-the-future/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICCA QUI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Il primo album dei Black Mountain, album debutto della band, si chiama appunto &lt;b&gt;Black Mountain&lt;/b&gt;, etichetta Jagjaguar, uscito nel 2005.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Modern Music" – 2:44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Don't Run Our Hearts Around" – 6:03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Druganaut" – 3:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"No Satisfaction" – 3:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Set Us Free" – 6:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"No Hits" – 6:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Heart of Snow" – 7:59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Faulty Times" – 8:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Bonus Track; Jonny Svenson Lives" - 10:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Disco che a parer mio merita l'attenzione di orecchie abituate a suoni veri, originali, suoni che si accostano a menti lisergiche e viaggi spaziali, ricordando a malincuore Pink Floyd, qualcosa dei Led Zeppelin.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Avventure ed esperienze con un po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;' di&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;hard-rock&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;alla&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(sarà un caso la scelta del nome?), un po' di rock-blu&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;es&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;rollingstoniano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e i soliti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Velvet Underground&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;. Nulla di completamente nuovo in pratica, ma nemmeno di recente, certo se vogliamo qualcosa di nuovissimo dovremmo ascoltare roba elettronica, o non so, un misto fra rap e techno... ma improvvisamente loro, partendo dalla calma marea, abbagliano con echi stoner; ma anche qui, ricordando vagamente nomi come Sixties/Seventies, i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Black Sabbath&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, per ritrovarsi di nuovo nel più classico del&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;roots-rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;In questa roccambolesca onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;di suoni, ecco allora che emerge il&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;trait d'union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;del disco: musica psichedelica mischiata al rock-blues con il fantasma dei Velvet Underground. Con questi ultimi veri guru ispiratori: vuoi per il divincolarsi tra episodi acustici ed elettrici, vuoi per lo sconfinamento nell'avanguardia (l'improvvisazione "free" del sassofono in "&lt;i&gt;No Hits&lt;/i&gt;", come anche nell'iniziale "&lt;i&gt;Modern Music&lt;/i&gt;") o per quella voce femminile di Amber Webber, che viaggia tra il lirismo di&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nico&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e l'atonalità di Heather Lewis dei Beat Happening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Verso la fine l'album, con le conclusive "&lt;i&gt;Heart of Snow&lt;/i&gt;" e "&lt;i&gt;Faulty Times&lt;/i&gt;", che la Webber riesce a ritagliarsi uno suo spazio di più ampio respiro: nella prima accarezza una melodia rallentatissima in puro stile slow-core, mentre nella seconda si diverte a giocare a due voci con McBean. Tra gli otto brani che si dividono i 50 minuti dell'album, "&lt;i&gt;Modern Music&lt;/i&gt;" originale tanto da stendere band parallele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, "&lt;i&gt;Set Us Free&lt;/i&gt;" (gioiellino del disco) è un viaggio lisergico nella California&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;sixties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;con il fiore tra i capelli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Druganaut&lt;/i&gt;", viaggio fantastico e canzone storica, soprattutto per chi giocava a Tony Hawk Project 8, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;No Satisfaction&lt;/i&gt;", definita omaggio ai Rolling Stones. E poi, spazio a "&lt;i&gt;Don't Run Our Hearts&lt;/i&gt;" (con riff sabbathiano pre-stoner) che sembra uscire dall'album di&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;PJ Harvey&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;prodotto da&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Steve Albini&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;. "&lt;i&gt;No Hits&lt;/i&gt;" è, infine, il brano che più si spinge oltre, lambendo territori completamente estranei al resto del disco: basi elettroniche, brusche incursioni di sassofono e aperture ambient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ci vogliono giusto un paio di ascolti, per capire che si tratta di un album godibilissimo. Un disco che merita, e il loro revival di psichedelica/hard rock/rock blues spinge ascoltatori di blues, rock, ma anche grunge ad un ascolto approfondito e goduto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;, letto da altre le recensioni che l'esordio dei Black Mountain non pretende di essere originale, ribadisco che certo un'influenza la devi pur avere, altrimenti cosa cazzo suoni, una buccia d'arancia? I Black Mountain sono bravi, sanno far viaggiare, ce la mettono tutta e il loro album d'esordio è una rapsodia stralunata in una navicella spaziale in compagnia di Neil Young e qualche altra chitarra un pò più "estroversa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Black Mountain su Jagjaguar.com &amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://jagjaguwar.com/onesheet.php?cat=JAG070" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICCA QUI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;La recensione di Pitchfork &amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/1146-black-mountain/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CLICCA QUI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In previsione di articoli riguardanti albums e download gratuiti di questo gruppo musicale e gruppi a loro correlati, li presento in questo articolo.&lt;br /&gt;
I &lt;b&gt;Black Mountain&lt;/b&gt; sono una rock band &lt;b&gt;canadese&lt;/b&gt; di &lt;b&gt;Vancouver&lt;/b&gt;, in Columbia Britannica, la più occidentale delle provincie canadesi. La band è composta da&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Stephen McBean (chitarra e voce), Amber Webber (voce), Matt Camirand (basso), Jeremy Schmidt (organo e tastiere) e Joshua Wells (batteria).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;La band è nata nel 2004, dalla data della formazione ad oggi hanno inciso tre album (con il nome di Black Mountain, visto che comunque hanno vari progetti di band paralleli, e di solito sono quasi sempre loro, a volte qualcuno in meno, a volte qualcuno in più, ed hanno inciso altri albums).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;La band riprende, con uno sguardo al presente, le sonorità&amp;nbsp;psichedeliche, (Pink Floyd), ehard&amp;nbsp;dei '70 che richiamano celebri band come&amp;nbsp;Led Zeppelin&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;Black Sabbath, unite ad un incedere ipnotico e cupo, evidenti tracce di&amp;nbsp;folk&amp;nbsp;alla&amp;nbsp;Jefferson Airplane, impronte&amp;nbsp;blues&amp;nbsp;ed echi&amp;nbsp;stoner.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stephen Mcbean&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;L'album &lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Black Mountain&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; nel 2005,&lt;i&gt; "&lt;b&gt;In the Future&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; del 2008 e l'ultimo, nel 2010&lt;i&gt; "&lt;b&gt;Wilderness Heart&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;. Inoltre i due EP,&lt;i&gt; "Druganaut"&lt;/i&gt; nel 2004 e &lt;i&gt;"Bastards of light"&lt;/i&gt; nel 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Il loro primo album fu scelto ed introdotto da Amazon.com nella Top 100 Editor's Pick, nel 2005; &lt;i&gt;"In the Future"&lt;/i&gt; arrivo invece finalista al Polaris Music Prize nel 2008, e fu anche nominato "Best Alternative Album" nei Juno Awards del 2008. La canzone&lt;i&gt; "Stay Free"&lt;/i&gt; dell'album&lt;i&gt; "In the Future"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;è stata usata nella colonna sonora del film Spider-Man 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nel settembre del 2010 i Black Mountain si sono esibiti nell'anfiteatro nel bosco di Osterwijk, allo Incubate (festival), in Tilburg, Olanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Stephen McBean, il leader del gruppo, è anche il leader di un'altra band, i Pink Mountaintops, che rappresentano il lato più sperimentale delle abilità musicali di McBean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i Black Mountain sono più che altro una primaria band, infatti ci sono numerose altre band con gli stessi musicisti, ecco perchè è chiamata la Black Mountain Army, ovvero un collettivo di artisti, musicisti e amici, tutti di Vancouver. In effetti in un'intervista la band ha affermato:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amber Webber&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Black Mountain is just the five of us. The Black Mountain Army… which has kind of gotten blown out of proportion, it was kind of just a joke, because everybody thought we were this hippie collective, like we all lived in one house. But it’s basically just our friends at home in Vancouver, just our extended family of creative people that we know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matt Camirand&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;(I Black Mountain sono solo cinque musicisti tra noi. La Black Mountain Army... che invece è esageratamente fuori proporzione, è stato più o meno una sorta di scherzo, perché tutti hanno pensato che noi fossimo questo collettivo hippie, come ad esempio vivere tutti in una casa. Ma, in pratica si tratta solamente di nostri amici di Vancouver, di casa nostra, solamente la nostra famiglia allargata di persone creative che noi conosciamo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Molti membri della band per tutto un decennio hanno lavorato per organizzazioni, come ad esempio la Insite, che si interessavano delle esigenze di vita basilari di poveri strutturali, tossicodipendenti, soggetti con disturbi mentali, nel quartiere Downtown Eastside di V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;ancouver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy Schmidt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;In un'intervista la band ha affermato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua Wells&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"After work we all try not to think too hard about the effect it has on our lives. It keeps us grounded."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;(Dopo il lavoro tutti noi cerchiamo di non pensarci troppo sul peso che questo lavoro ha sulle nostre vite. Restiamo in questo modo coi piedi per terra.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;L'album &lt;i&gt;"Wilderness Heart" &lt;/i&gt;è stato nominato come album candidato al Polaris Muisc Prize del 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a14j_D3vxHY/TzKR7PNrfHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eN6ttjZWh40/s1600/61Ac6b47jgL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a14j_D3vxHY/TzKR7PNrfHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eN6ttjZWh40/s200/61Ac6b47jgL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Discografia&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Albums"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;ul style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; list-style-image: url(data:image/png; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeAAyniZZwg/TzKSMLkrSPI/AAAAAAAAAVc/M8hg7soOyO8/s1600/Black_Mountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeAAyniZZwg/TzKSMLkrSPI/AAAAAAAAAVc/M8hg7soOyO8/s200/Black_Mountain.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black Mountain&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2005,&amp;nbsp;Jagjaguwar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the Future&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2008, Jagjaguwar) – album che ha debuttato al #72 nella classifica degli album UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wilderness Heart&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2010, Jagjaguwar /&amp;nbsp;Outside Music)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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EPs&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Druganaut&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2005, Jagjaguwar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stormy High&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2006,&amp;nbsp;Suicide Squeeze)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bastards of Light&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2008, Jagjaguwar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lucy Brown&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(2008,&amp;nbsp;Sub Pop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rollercoaster b/w In The Drones&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(26/4/2011, Jagjaguwar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Band Correlate&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Blood Meridian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ex-Dead Teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jerk With a Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lightning Dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pink Mountaintops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sinoia Caves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(sulla destra i 3 albums dei Black Mountain partendo dall'alto: Black Mountain, In the future, Wilderness Heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493133699457873308-7296642898564249639?l=merde-d-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BEX6a-IA14/TynXqlj0eNI/AAAAAAAAATk/G0odEZXFzUM/s1600/260220091046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BEX6a-IA14/TynXqlj0eNI/AAAAAAAAATk/G0odEZXFzUM/s200/260220091046.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Non so se ringraziare l'fbi o no per la mia revisione del Cinematografo, certo megavideo era bello, colorato, comodo, scintillante. Videoweed forse necessità di spettatori che devono avere la pazienza di mettere il film a caricare una mezz'oretta prima di vederlo... non so, scherzo ovviamente. Comunque fatto sta che il Cinematografo d'Artista è stato messo sottosopra, non ho cambiato grafica, impostazioni o qualcosa di così visibile. Prima di tutto ho eliminato tutti i links megavideo inutili, purtroppo. Mi sono fatto una completa cernita di siti web, cercando di mettere ad ogni film un meritato link streaming degno di nota. Ho cercato quello più comodo, che si vedeva meglio, e senza scaricare programmi, programmini, video player e altra roba simile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6tOjlW68jbo/TynYIfvMbyI/AAAAAAAAATs/WNeNEx4gq1Q/s1600/Wikipedia-logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6tOjlW68jbo/TynYIfvMbyI/AAAAAAAAATs/WNeNEx4gq1Q/s200/Wikipedia-logo.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Chiaramente il link wikipedia c'è sempre, come primo link di riferimento. La novità sta nel fatto che se ho trovato il film su Youtube, ho messo il relativo link youtube del film, spesso l'ho preferito ad un qualsiasi link streaming, chiaramente la velocità e comodità di Youtube merita. Ormai infatti si possono trovare interi film su Youtube, addirittura senza interruzioni video, un video per tutta la durata del film. Quando invece il film è diviso in vari video, è annotato dopo il link (diviso in tot parti), si tratterà ad esempio sempre del film completo, ma diviso in 10 video da 10 minuti ciascuno (esempio).&lt;br /&gt;
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Fatto sta che Youtube è sempre meglio, anche videoweed o altri link streaming che ho trovato sono comunque sempre meglio di niente.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-roc-cIiCFq4/TynYnv6k2NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IK8BtWx0Sok/s1600/utorrent.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-roc-cIiCFq4/TynYnv6k2NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IK8BtWx0Sok/s200/utorrent.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
La completa novità del Cinematografo è il DOWNLOAD TORRENT. Infatti i film avranno come ultima voce nei piccoli elenchi un download del file torrent da poter scaricare. Basta cliccare su "Download Torrent" che subito avrete scaricato il file torrent. Successivamente dovrete però aggiungerlo al programma &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;UTorrent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; per poter scaricare il film (&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utorrent.com/intl/it/downloads/complete?os=win&amp;amp;track=stable" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICCA QUI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt; per scaricare UTorrent). Sarà sempre indicato se il film non è in italiano, e i sottotitoli.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyIIWOVMzJA/TynY0V9cDjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_OoREFloUV4/s1600/largeVLC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyIIWOVMzJA/TynY0V9cDjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_OoREFloUV4/s200/largeVLC.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mi è anche capitato di trovare file torrent senza sottotitoli, in questo caso ho aggiunto anche la voce "Download Sottotitoli", alla stessa maniera cliccare e parte il download.&lt;br /&gt;
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Arriviamo ad un tasto dolente... chissà che impresa aggiungere i sottotitoli... CERTO CHE NO! A dirla tutta è una cazzata con &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VLC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, programma video player. (&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://vlcdownload.it/scaricavlc.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;CLICCA QUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt; per scaricare VLC)&lt;br /&gt;
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Aprire&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;VLC&lt;/b&gt; &amp;gt; nella barra in alto cliccare &lt;b&gt;Media &lt;/b&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;b&gt;Opzioni d'apertura avanzate...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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L'opzione&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;b&gt;Usa file di sottotitoli&lt;/b&gt;"&amp;nbsp;si colorerà e non sarà più grigia, cliccare nella quadratino affianco&lt;br /&gt;
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Cliccare "&lt;b&gt;Sfoglia&lt;/b&gt;" e selezionare il file sottotitoli&lt;br /&gt;
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Finalmente un'esclusiva vera, è un onore per Merde d'Artiste fare la prima intervista a Can I Go To the Toilet Please (abbreviato in CIGTTTP). Un favoloso e romantico EP nato in bagno.&lt;br /&gt;
Sinceramente faccio un pò di fatica a descrivere CIGTTTP, poichè si cela un alone di mistero dietro al fantomatico suonatore dai baffi neri, quello che posso svelare è che si tratta di un singolo personaggio (e che personaggio) il quale crea tutto, musica, testi, accordi, parole, video, idee, persino i vari strumenti sono suonati solamente da lui. Beh sì, a questo punto oserei dire che è un mezzo genio, porca vacca fa tutto lui! Ed ecco che con immensa gioia smonto le tesi di alcuni blog musicali che parlano "&lt;u&gt;dei"&lt;/u&gt; CIGTTTP quando in realtà si dovrebbe parlare al singolare. Anche se non è stato molto chiaro sulla sua identità (in verità è un amico e lo conosco molto bene, ma preferisco rispettare le sue volontà), cercherò di continuare a parlare di CIGTTTP, con vari problemi visto che ascoltando il suo cd la voglia di "fare la cacca" sale facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;
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Questo articolo ha come obiettivo principale la presentazione del primo video ufficiale di CIGTTTP e la sua prima intervista, ma, visto che mi piace essere completo, ci saranno anche links aggiuntivi.&lt;br /&gt;
Tutto è nato in un pomeriggio mentre facevo la cacca, con in mano la chitarra di Carla. Io faccio canzoni brutte. Etichetta discografica: WC. Genere: Metal ( ?!? ). Così si presenta l'artista, strano, fuorviante, pazzo e simpaticcisimo nella sua pagina ufficiale di Facebook, (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Can-I-Go-To-The-Toilet-Please/275717272461787?sk=info" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clicca qui per visitarla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) e non scordarti di mettere "mi piace", altrimenti il Karma ti punirà!&lt;br /&gt;
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Per ascoltare la sua musica e tutte le anteprime e le nuove uscite, CIGTTTP possiede una sua "nuvoletta musicale" personale sul web, si tratta di &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;soundcloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, un sito veramente interessante per gruppi e musicisti, dove è possibile caricare canzoni e farle ascoltare. Dunque ecco lo spazio soundcloud ufficiale di CIGTTTP (&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/canigotothetoiletplease" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clicca qui per visitarlo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
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Dove scovare i disegni "stratosferici" di CIGTTTP (per altro presenti nell'intervista tra una domanda e l'altra) &amp;nbsp;uniti alle sue fantastiche canzoni se non nel suo canale ufficiale Youtube, dove potrete trovare anche video inediti, canzoni inedite e chiaramente le canzoni del suo EP A.I.O. (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/canigotothetoiletpls?feature=watch" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clicca qui per visitarlo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
E visto che siamo in tema video, è per me un grande piacere ospitare sul blog il primo video ufficiale CIGTTTP, un video a mio parere incredibile (dato che comunque è stato un lavoraccio, un lavoraccio fatto da solo), del quale ci parlerà successivamente nell'intervista il misterioso baffo. Buona Visione&lt;br /&gt;
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E quindi, se proprio vi piace chiedere di poter andare in bagno, o se avete bisogno di un lassativo sonoro, il fantastico ed esclusivo CIGTTTP, promessa dell'indie lo-fi del 2012 (non l'ho detta solo io sta cazzata) e pronto, e sempre gentile e cordiale, per farvi scaricare il suo primo EP gratis!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A.I.O.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A.I.O.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Adieu&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I Have Used It To&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In a Green Coat When I'm Away&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Pretzel&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Surprise Party&lt;/li&gt;
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Per scaricare in modo gratuito il primo EP di CIGTTTP &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://205.196.123.146/qefb6024xs9g/wbl2bomgg6x0r96/A+I.O..zip" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICCA QUI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A seguire la prima intervista fatta a CIGTTTP, con grande onore e piacere per Merde d'Artiste.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prima di tutto grazie mille per aver perso il tuo prezioso
tempo da poter trascorrere solo e creativo in bagno, per rispondere alle mie
stupide e inutili domande. È la prima intervista che ti propongono per quanto
riguarda il tuo progetto “Can I go to the Toilet Please”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ciao a tutti, io
davvero sono molto contento di parlare con Merde D’artiste e sono pronto a
dirvi tutto anche perché questa è la nostra prima intervista per quanto
riguarda CIGTTTP.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Io so chi sei, chiaramente, e ci conosciamo molto bene, caro
amico Frizz, qualche giorno fa leggendo su un blog mi uscì il nome del tuo
simpatico progetto&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;(o gruppo musicale o nome d’arte… non so come
preferisci chiamarlo, dimmelo tu) e lessi “&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Con
la loro miscela di folk bizzarro…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;i
Can I Go To The Toilet Please si sono imposti…&lt;/span&gt;”, (tutto al plurale,
insomma) spiega bene per la goduria dell’esclusiva di merde d’artiste chi sei,
come ti chiami, in che gruppo suoni, e cos’è “Can i go to the Toilet please”.
(Sempre se vuoi eh, non sei mica obbligato)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Benissimo già alla
secondo domanda mi hai scoperto….ma io lotterò per nascondere la mia
identità…..è vero che ho i baffi&amp;nbsp; ma so
anche essere furbo quando voglio! Non mi scoprirete mai farabutti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma “CIGTTTP” perché senza virgola prima di “Please” e senza
punto interrogativo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Hai perfettamente
ragione. Ma essendo il nome di una Rock-Power-Band è più figo senza virgola e
punto interrogativo. emjh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei particolarmente “stimolato” da qualche band, autore,
compositore? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Be sono molto
affascinato dalla musica per bambini e le musichette dei cartoni animati.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il tuo bagno dev’essere molto allettante e colorato per
poter creare qualcosa di così musicale e ritmato, ma dalla tua voce forse noto
che soffri di stitichezza, anche se so che non è così, usi un timbro di voce molto
malinconico. Spiegami il perché di questa scelta, o la causa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Il mio è un bagno
classico,&amp;nbsp; ci sono: vasca, doccia, lavandino,
bidè, specchio, water e ogni volta che mi siedo su quest’ultimo parte la mia
vena artistica,la mia voce cambia come per magia e ottengo dei buoni risultati
devo dire. Infondo ho scoperto di avere questa voce proprio lì, &amp;nbsp;non è stata una scelta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ma non ti da fastidio se qualcuno ti dice &amp;lt;…&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;e vocalizzi à la Clap Your Hands Say Yeah…&lt;/span&gt;&amp;gt;,
perché comunque essendo tue personali creazioni, sei fiero e felice, e le senti
tue le canzoni. Facciamo così, sei libero di rispondere al fautore del torto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ma scherzi? Io sono
felicissimo e sono gioioso d’aver scoperto un gruppo col mio stesso probl…..eeee
volevo dire…con vocalizzi simili ai miei,sono convinto che anche lui ha
scoperto di avere quella voce come l’ho scoperto io.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se tu fossi un critico, un critico cinico figlio di puttana,
uno di quelli proprio cattivi dentro, cosa diresti di “CIGTTTP”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;CIGTTTP eh?...
ascoltiamo…… musichette carine, ritmi tribali, e la voce? La voce mi provoca
ansia,provoca qualcosa dentro me,sento che qualcosa mi pulsa…cazzo fa davvero
cacare. Ma certo. Funziona!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nel bagno sei sempre accompagnato dalla chitarra di Carla, o
qualche volta ti porti dietro anche la Hohner Special 20?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Purtroppo quando sono
in bagno ho bisogno di sforzarmi quindi mi porto solo la chitarra di Carla. La
Hohner Special 20 è uno strumento a fiato e il fiato in quel momento mi serve
tanto…tantissimo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei un tuttofare, addirittura ti sei fatto anche tutto per
intero il video musicale da solo, un video veramente bello e colorato, parlaci
del video (I Have Used it To), tecniche, strumenti, colori e tema della storia
dell’omino blu, che per altro ha proprio una bell’acconciatura!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quel video l’ho fatto
col telefono che mi ha regalato il mio babbo al mio compleanno, ed essendo un
telefono di quelli moderni ne ho approfittato per fare il video di quella
canzone. C’è voluto un bel po’, anche perché ho usato la famosissima tecnica
dello stop motion, che è la mia preferita….beh sì, conosco solo quella…e devo
dire che però il risultato finale mi ha soddisfatto molto…moltissimo…troppo. Anche
l’omino è venuto abbastanza bene,soprattutto perché ha i baffi. E diciamolo, le
persone con i baffi sono le più scherzose, ma non sono qui per parlare di
questo, il video parla di questo omino simpatico blu che è da solo in casa ed
ha paura dei suoi stessi mobili, infondo anche a me mettono paura, capita
soprattutto di notte quando sono solo, quando sento i loro scricchiolii.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quanti strumenti musicali sai suonare?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Io so suonare
tantissimi strumenti ma… aimè non bene. In futuro vorrei imparare a suonare la
cornamusa, calzerebbe a pennello con&amp;nbsp;
CIGTTTP.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come crei le tue canzoni, e quanti strumenti musicali usi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Le mie canzoni
nascono appunto in bagno, sempre, o dalla voce, mentre sono nella vasca da
bagno o nella doccia o con la chitarra quando faccio i miei bisogni quotidiani
e umani, ma quando registro…lo faccio in uno stanzino sul terrazzo con il mio
pc e il mio microfono, gli strumenti sono chitarra classica, timpano e
charleston e qualche volta ci metto uno strumento nascosto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In che genere ti cataloghi? (sempre se ti vuoi catalogare,
altrimenti puoi anche rispondermi…salatini al curry e tostapane bruciato)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
’’&lt;b&gt;NON C’E’ UN GENERE
PRECISO’’ - come dicono tutte le giovani band.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andiamo un po’ più nel particolare, e parliamo del tuo nome,
c’è un motivo preciso per la tua scelta nel nome “CIGTTTP”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Stavo appunto
cercando un nome lungo e facile da ricordare,mi è venuto in mente mentre mi
sciacquavo le ascelle nel lavandino, ho pensato appunto a quando andavo all’asilo,
alla maestra d’inglese che non ti faceva andare in bagno se non le dicevi la
frase magica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parlaci di “Adieu”, di cosa parla?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Adieu parla di
quanto, a volte, possa essere davvero difficile salutare una persona per
strada. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Invece “I
Have Used it To”? &lt;/span&gt;Se vuoi aggiungere qualcosa, visto che ne abbiamo già
parlato in una domanda precedente visto che hai fatto il video con questa
canzone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I Have Used it To: è
semplicemente un elenco di cose che uso per fare qualcosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vuoi dirci qualcosa di “Pretzel”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ahaha Pretzel parla
di una persona che ama quel che fa, convinta di essere voluta da tutti. emjh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RgIxgLv9Kvg/Txh5eD-mtvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xxJIlt0DgJM/s1600/ou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RgIxgLv9Kvg/Txh5eD-mtvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xxJIlt0DgJM/s320/ou.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah, bene, la bellissima “Surprise Party”, voglio che mi
spieghi cosa dici all’inizio, visto che io pensavo dicessi&amp;nbsp; “Can i goo, can i go to the toilet please…”,
e invece canti una cosa spettacolare e troppo divertente…parlami di questa idea
e del tema della canzone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Benissimooo. Surprise
Party la considero una canzone d’amore piena di doppi sensi che solo io posso
decifrare eheheh… e devo dire che mi diverto un mondo a scrivere testi&amp;nbsp; incomprensibili, ma uso questa ‘’tecnica’’
anche per giustificarmi dal fatto che non sono stato mai molto bravo in inglese
sin da bambino. WHAT GOD THE GRANMA HAS?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cosa si cela dietro le lettere “ A.I.O.” e di cosa tratta la
canzone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Benissimo. A.I.O è davvero la canzone al 100% senza senso.
Ci sono spade, immensi troni, il blu, grandi case e piccoli esseri umani, immaginate
e date voi un senso, anche per il titolo A.I.O.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parlami della canzone “In a Green Coat when I’m away”,
sembra un titolo da film d’amore “strappalacrime”, hai veramente un giubbino
verde?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;No purtroppo non ho
un giubbino verde ehehehe… il testo però parla di un melone che vorrebbe tanto
camminare ma non può perchè sa soltanto rotolare a destra e a sinistra….ma io
credo che un giorno ce la farò, certo che ce la farà, me lo sento…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tuoi disegni sono geniali, un’infantilità che scoppia con della
musica fantastica, come mai questo stile? (Parlo degli sfondi delle canzoni
caricate su youtube)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quei disegni mi
aiutano a tornare indietro nel tempo e a ricordare tutta quella pipì e quella
cacca spappolata nelle mie mutande all’asilo quando la maestra non mi mandava
al bagno perché non pronunciavo bene “CAN I GO TO THE TOILET, PLEASE?” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La tua cacca che puzza ha?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;La mia cacca puzza di
cacca di cane ma a volte non ha odore, a volte vorrei leccarla. E’ pur sempre
parte di me. emjh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se dovessi fare un podio con i 3 migliori gruppi o cantanti,
morti o in vita, chi metteresti al primo, secondo e terzo posto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Io metterei al primo
posto: i Guns’and Roses, secondo posto: i Metallica, e terzo posto: Cristina
D’avena&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hai progetti futuri, qualcosa di segreto, o di meraviglioso,
che ci vuoi svelare?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Be sto finendo di
registrare il mio primo disco, vi posso già dire che sarà un disco molto flash
e veloce ma di 15 canzoni me ne mancano 4 ed è fatta. Poi lo metterò più in
download che mai&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hai un amico immaginario?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Macchèè, certo che
no, non sono mica un matto .emjhhhh…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Qual è il tuo succo
di frutta preferito e con che merendina lo accosti?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;La mattina appena mi
sveglio bevo un bel bicchierone di succo all’arancia rossa senza zucchero, così
mi sveglio e scrosto un pò di catarro dalla gola ma amo il succo alla mela
verde e alla pesca &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tuoi 3 cartoni animati preferiti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ultimamente vedo
quasi sempre dragon ball z ma preferisco il buon vecchio bugs bunny e porky pig.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preferiresti diventare un barbone musicista che dorme sotto
i ponti di una grande metropoli o un venditore abusivo di cd musicali rubati
alle fiere?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Credo proprio… uno di quei venditori abusivi di cd musicali
rubati alle fiere…sì.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se non ti ho fatto qualche domanda che ti aspettavi, o qualche
domanda che giudichi importante, fattela e risponditi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Be credo sia
tutto….Credo d’aver detto tutto. Ma si dai,andiamo a dormire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Dunque concludo quest'immersione nel bagno di CIGTTTP, e come ci ha suggerito lui, buonanotte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493133699457873308-658699582270307654?l=merde-d-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Iniziate a spaccare tutto perchè i Litfiba son tornati ! Dopo l'album-live, con&amp;nbsp;l'introduzione di due nuovi singoli &lt;em&gt;Sole Nero&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Barcollo&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;che ha consacrato la loro reunion del 2009, &lt;em&gt;Stato Libero di Litfiba&lt;/em&gt; sembra ormai "acqua passata" : il 17 gennaio esce, dopo 13 anni circa dal loro ultimo album&amp;nbsp;dal nome&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Infinito&lt;/em&gt;, il nuovo cd in studio intitolato &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grande Nazione&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quest'album è stato già anticipato da un singolo intitolato &lt;strong&gt;Squalo&lt;/strong&gt;, uscito il 25 novembre 2011 in radio e in digital download. Solo qualche giorno dopo, il 7 dicembre 2011, il video del singolo (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbcYNU71JOo" target="_blank"&gt;clicca qui per vederlo&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;
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Con grande sorpresa, io mi svegliai il 29 dicembre e, come se fosse il mio hobby, entrai su facebook e andai a vedere il sito&amp;nbsp;ufficiale dei Litfiba. "Nuove notizie !" gridai. Vidi un video straordinario: il trailer del nuovo film-documentario dei Litfiba intitolato &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cervelli in Fuga Europa Live 2011. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Per il Litfiba Day, nei cinema delle principali città italiane, uscirà il film-documentario del Tour 2011 dei Litfiba dedicato a tutti i fans. Con la regia di Piero Pelù e con la collaborazione di Mario Piredda, il film-documentario &lt;em&gt;Litfiba - Cervelli in Fuga&lt;/em&gt; propone i momenti più significativi e i retroscena dell’ultimo tour europeo dei Litfiba. Il film-documentario dei Litfiba sarà in proiezione al cinema per un solo giorno, il 16 gennaio 2012. Piero Pelù e Ghigo Renzulli per il Litfiba Day saranno a &lt;strong&gt;Firenze&lt;/strong&gt;, dove parteciperanno alla proiezione del film-documentario &lt;em&gt;Litfiba-Cervelli in Fuga&lt;/em&gt; presso il &lt;strong&gt;cinema Odeon&lt;/strong&gt;, e incontreranno i fans (a partire dalle ore 21.00) presso il&lt;strong&gt; Ricordi Media Stores&lt;/strong&gt; di &lt;strong&gt;via Brunelleschi 8&lt;/strong&gt;, per autografare le prime copie in vendita straordinaria del &lt;strong&gt;nuovo album dei Litfiba:&lt;/strong&gt; il cd &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grande Nazione. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grande Nazione&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, copertina, a mio parere, straordinaria, raffigura Piero Pelù &amp;amp; Ghigo Renzulli in forma scheletrica all'interno di una bocca da squalo e intorno, ci sono altri scheletri che rappresentano l'Italia moderna. L'album è composto da 10 tracce:&lt;/div&gt;
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Per ascoltare l'anteprima dell'album, &lt;a href="http://www.virginradio.it/top/magazine/speciali/grande-nazione-litfiba" target="_blank"&gt;clicca qui&lt;/a&gt;, vi porterà sul portale di Virgin Radio.&lt;br /&gt;
Per sentire la web radio dedicata interamente ai Litfiba, creata da Virgin Radio, &lt;a href="http://www.virginradioitaly.it/virgin-rock-star-litfiba.html" target="_blank"&gt;clicca qui&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;
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Venerdì 13 gennaio, invece, i Litfiba, attraverso il loro &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#!/litfibaufficiale" target="_blank"&gt;sito&lt;/a&gt; ufficiale facebook, comunica, in anteprima, un secondo singolo che si intitolerà &lt;strong&gt;La Mia Valigia&lt;/strong&gt; e non solo ma anche una serie di appuntamenti da non perdere per chi ama alla follia, come me, i grandi Litfiba.&lt;/div&gt;
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13 GENNAIO – In radio il nuovo singolo “&lt;strong&gt;LA MIA VALIGIA&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;
13 GENNAIO – Intervista radiofonica a Virgin Radio con Ringo e anteprima del disco “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRANDE NAZIONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”, alle ore 15.00&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;14 GENNAIO – Piero e Ghigo, ospiti di &lt;strong&gt;UNO IN MUSICA&lt;/strong&gt;, su Sky Uno, alle ore 14.00&lt;br /&gt;15 GENNAIO – Litfiba ospiti del programma &lt;strong&gt;CHE TEMPO CHE FA&lt;/strong&gt;, condotto da Fabio Fazio, alle ore 20.00&lt;br /&gt;16 GENNAIO – Al cinema “&lt;strong&gt;CERVELLI IN FUGA&lt;/strong&gt;” , il film dei Litfiba. Piero e Ghigo saranno presenti al Cinema Odeon di Firenze, in cui il film verrà proiettato alle 20.30, alle 22.00 e alle 23.45 (proiezione di un solo giorno, non solo a Firenze, ma anche in altri cinema)&lt;br /&gt;16 GENNAIO – In vendita, in anteprima, dalle ore 21.00, solo presso la Feltrinelli di Firenze, il nuovo album “GRANDE NAZIONE”&lt;br /&gt;16 GENNAIO – In rete il nuovo sito dei Litfiba a partire dalle 00.00&lt;br /&gt;17 GENNAIO – In vendita, presso tutti i negozi di musica, il nuovo album “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRANDE NAZIONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”, che sarà disponibile nella versione cd standard, nella versione cd deluxe (con libretto 32 pagine + bonus track) e in vinile 180 grammi&lt;br /&gt;17 GENNAIO - presso le Fnac Italia di Torino (Centro e Le Gru), Milano, Genova e Napoli, XL verrà venduto in anticipo rispetto all'uscita in edicola del 19 GENNAIO. Non solo: acquistando eccezionalmente XL il 17 in un negozio Fnac riceverete uno sconto di&amp;nbsp;€2 per l'acquisto di Grande Nazione, il nuovo album dei Litfiba. Eccovi, l'anteprima della copertina di XL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;E allora, vi posso soltanto augurare buoni 5 giorni all'insegna del rock 'n' roll dei&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LITFIBA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ebbene sì, dal titolo si può intuire che io sia stato a Parigi, ma vista dai miei occhi, si trasforma in una diversa Parigi, una Parigi oscura, mistica, una &lt;b&gt;Paris d'artiste&lt;/b&gt;! Ciò che inscrutabile è, fa al caso mio, arte e pazzia e vivere sopra le nuvole, l'osservazione di un sognatore in una città fantastica.&lt;/div&gt;
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Grazie mille alla mia Nella e a Paola per le loro "macchine da fermo immagine", grazie alle quali ho potuto fotografare il mio "punto di vista della città", le fotografie appunto che inserirò in questo post.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mi dispiace per le Chanel e Dior che si aspettavano foto modello Reflex a negozi, luoghi famosi, e monumenti da pubblicità, questo articolo non fa al caso vostro, anche se la Eiffel si è meritata più di uno scatto dalle macchine fotografiche; non so... cambiate blog, pagina, canale, andate al bar, andate a fare in...un giro...&lt;/div&gt;
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A volte una frase vale più di mille disegni, certo però una frase scritta così, per giunta in francese, e che la poesia possa ordunque colmare i nostri cuori e i nostri vasi sanguigni, finchè una volta saturi guarderemo il cielo e scopriremo che nulla è reale, i nostri occhi decidono cosa sia reale e cosa no.&lt;/div&gt;
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dire. Ma dai darei un nobel a chi ha perso del tempo per creare un adesivo del genere e agire inosservato ponendolo sul divieto di svolta, preciso poi. Fantastico. Un'idea proprio assurda, simpatica e irriverente, quasi a voler inneggiare un antipatriottismo forse, o solamente per divertirsi un pò, perchè no. Fatto sta che l'artista ha il diritto di fare ciò che vuole, ma solo se è un artista. Tranne forse girare a sinistra o passare col rosso.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Un fantastico pezzo di palazzo interamente coperto di colore, dal vivo era bellissimo col volto centrale in giallo di&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dorothy McGowan &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;che interpreta appunto Polly Maggoo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Era un momento in cui, infreddoliti, bagnati, tremolanti e affamati si sono tutti fidati di me, e grazie alla mia astuzia e al mio sesto senso, pur osservando la cartina ma non capendo un cazzo, siamo tornati sani e salvi in una zona che ricordava vagamente il ritorno in hotel, e solo grazie all'inventiva. (primo giorno)&lt;br /&gt;
Diciamo che dopo 2 giorni cercavo anch'io di proporre stazioni di fermata metro, tragitti più lunghi, luoghi interessanti, dal momento in cui le ragazze avevano già imparato a memoria metà cartina... al diavolo, tanto siamo in un paese dove molti si sono dati al "maledettismo".&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Meches, cosmetici, accessori, fin qui ci siamo, ma vi siete mai accorti che se a qualcuno serve &amp;nbsp;una parrucca per un'occasione speciale... dove va? Ma a EC Beauty! Non ho avuto tempo e coraggio di entrare ma dalla vetrina si intravedevano un sacco di parrucche interessanti, belle, forse era un pò meno fornito per quanto riguarda lo stile settecentesco però... tutt sommato niente male come negozio.&lt;br /&gt;
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Siete invece di fronte al palazzo più stretto di Parigi, nel quartiere latino, forse il quartiere più pieno di roba, mercati, fast food internazionali, dal greco all'arabo, e molto interessante, non so, dal mio punto di vista un bel posto, oltre a Montmartre e Pigalle, dove si trovava il nostro hotel a mezza stella.&lt;br /&gt;
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La libreria Shakespeare &amp;amp; Company offriva una vasta gamma di libri, anche usati, in lingua inglese e francese, un paradiso, vasti scaffali pieni zeppi, librerie immense che arrivavano al soffitto, tutti i generi presenti, dalla bit al cinema, da "tutto a tutto". Il secondo piano era un cimelio, favoloso, con libri antichi da poter leggere, non in vendita chiaramente, un angolo dove poter stendersi, un piano da poter suonare e una vecchia macchina da scrivere dove imprimere pensieri da poter appendere al muro già ingrassato di poesie, racconti in svariate lingue e pensieri. Questo in foto è solo una parte della libreria, anche se non era grandissima, da questa particolarità deriva proprio il suo fascino intellettuale parigino che non ho riscontrato in nessun altro posto, o perlomeno non così tanto.&lt;/div&gt;
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Uno stile liberty geniale, sulla scritta metropolitana, dove il fascino e la grazia si posano sull'asfalto parigino e danno il loro meglio di notte dove le luci diventano rosse e l'atmosfera che penetra nelle ossa è allo stesso tempo allucinante, meravigliosa e tenebrosa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Scendendo le scale ci si ritrova invece in un ambiente del tutto lontano, futuristico rapido ci sono solo secondi e minuti, non esistono le ore, i giorni, le stagioni, la natura, è tutto meccanico e rapido, ci sono lettere, numeri e colori, entrate e uscite, gente che osserva ma non parla, barboni accartocciati alla ricerca di un piccolo fulcro di calore, di un pezzo di pane, di una sigaretta, e tutto scorre sui binari, persino il vento rimane indietro.&lt;br /&gt;
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In casi di estrema urgenza avrei pure pisciato dietro un bidone dell'immondizia, era anche sera, dato che comunque se i barboni nella villetta mentre noi mangiavamo il panino rubato a colazione pisciavano dietro gli alberi davanti a tutti, non sarebbe stato certo un problema per nessun parigino... ma visto che mi trovavo nella stazione centrale della metro...ci sarà sicuramente un bagno, e la tipa delle info parte a raffica, porca puttana che cazzo cerco di parlare perfettamente chiedendo un bagno, mi da un biglietto, avevo ascoltato solo metà discorso. Mi addentro, giù per le scale di questo luogo enorme, primo bagno fuori uso secondo bagno... biglietto con codice più maniglia che non si apre con numeri e lettere uguale... codice segreto per poter pisciare... ma vaffanculo coi siete matti!&lt;br /&gt;
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Una delle bellissime case viste il primo giorno, qui in un assetto notturno, "maledettamente" allettante e poetica, fa da sfondo alle prossime foto. Quasi tutte le case in questo quartiere erano così armoniose, con lampioni da anni 20, e strade lastricate bagnate, che riflettevano le fioche luci dei lampioni.&lt;br /&gt;
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Il cimitero di Montparnasse. Incantevole luogo che volevamo visitare assolutamente tutti e tre. Nel cimitero abbiamo felicemente incontrato Charles Baudelaire, Guy de Maupassant, Man Ray, Jean-Paul Sartre, Samuel Beckett e Serge Gainsbourg. Una dolce nonnina mi ha inoltre parlato, spiegandomi che la tomba che stavo fissando (non questa a fianco) era la tomba di suo fratello, era una bellissima tomba con il disegno di un fantino in corsa. Suo fratello vinse molte corse ed era un campione, io feci cenno di si con la testa e blaterai qualcosa che ora non ricordo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Il colorato gatto Ricardo, non so a chi era dedicata e perchè. ma era molto particolare osservare questa strana tomba, pittoresca e a primo impatto felice, in un ambiente del genere. Nel cimitero vi erano anche molte tombe cinesi, giapponesi, ed ebraiche.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Invece in un'altra fermata vi era un suonatore di arpa, musica melodica, meno movimentata, un'arpa molto bella, anche questo strumento creava un favoloso contrasto fra la sua grazia e leggiadra e il movimentato mondo della metropolitana. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Il personaggio più spettacolare che ho incontrato a Parigi è però lo Spaventapasseri. Incredibile, altissimo e troppo simpatico, ora cambiando lavoro cerca di spaventare qualche passante ma, non provoca lo stesso effetto che provocava con gli uccelli.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Gli infiniti labirinti dell'hotel, appena percorrevi il nostro mini-corridoio sembrava tutto così strano, quasi come quando Alice si rimpicciolisce, era di strettissimo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Purtroppo non ho potuto scrivere una poesia al chiaro di luna, in una bettola con una bottiglia di vino... ma in fondo c'è stato poco tempo per tutto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Il canale St. Martin dove Amélie lancia i suoi amati sassi piatti facendoli rimbalzare sull'acqua. Incantevole e stralunato, fissavo spesso luoghi, posti, acqua, ponti.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Prima ho detto che c'è stato poco tempo per tutto, ma c'è stato tempo per vedere la torre bruciare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493133699457873308-5637171365734867304?l=merde-d-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nel&amp;nbsp;1913&amp;nbsp;Campana si reca a&amp;nbsp;Firenze&amp;nbsp;presentandosi nella redazione della rivista "&lt;i&gt;Lacerba&lt;/i&gt;" a&amp;nbsp;Giovanni Papini&amp;nbsp;e ad&amp;nbsp;Ardengo Soffici, suo lontano parente, cui consegna il suo manoscritto dal titolo "&lt;i&gt;Il più lungo giorno&lt;/i&gt;". Non viene preso in considerazione e il manoscritto va perduto (sarà ritrovato solamente, dopo sessant'anni, nel&amp;nbsp;1971, dopo la morte di Soffici, tra le sue carte nella casa di&amp;nbsp;Poggio a Caiano, probabilmente nello stesso posto in cui era stato abbandonato e dimenticato). Dopo qualche mese di attesa Campana scende da Marradi a Firenze per riprendersi il suo manoscritto. Papini non lo possiede più e lo manda da Soffici che nega di aver mai avuto il libretto. Il giovane, la cui mente è già labile, si arrabbia e si dispera, poiché aveva consegnato, fidandosi, l'unica copia che aveva realizzato. Scrive e implora insistentemente senza altro risultato che il disprezzo e l'indifferenza di tutto l'ambiente culturale che gravita intorno alle "Giubbe Rosse". Infine, esasperato, minaccia di venire con il coltello per farsi giustizia dell'"infame" Soffici e i suoi soci, che definisce "sciacalli".&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6E1JcjQlf0M/TwhPGz6k9kI/AAAAAAAAANE/m7YYaufulPE/s1600/campanasolo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6E1JcjQlf0M/TwhPGz6k9kI/AAAAAAAAANE/m7YYaufulPE/s320/campanasolo.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A proposito del dissidio tra Campana e l'ambiente letterario fiorentino si leggano le parole che Campana scrive a Papini in una lettera del maggio del 1913: &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;"(...) E se di arte non capite più niente cavatevi da quel focolaio di càncheri che è Firenze e venite qua a Genova: e se siete un uomo d'azione la vita ve lo dirà e se siete artista il mare ve lo dirà. Ma se voi avete un qualsiasi bisogno di creazione non sentite che monta attorno a voi l'energia primordiale di cui inossare i vostri fantasmi? Accademia della Crusca. Accademia dei Lincei. Accademia del mantellaccio: sì, voi siete l'accademia del Mantellaccio; con questo nome ora vi dico in confidenza, io vi chiamo se non rispettate di più l'arte. Mandate via quella redazione che a me sembrano tutti cialtroni. Essi sono ignari del «numero che governa i bei pensieri». La vostra speranza sia fondare l'alta coltura italiana. Fondarla sul violento groviglio delle forze nelle città elettriche sul groviglio delle selvagge anime del popolo, del vero popolo, non di una massa di lecchini, finocchi, camerieri, cantastorie, saltimbanchi, giornalisti e filosofi come siete a Firenze. Sapete, essendo voi filosofo sono in diritto di dire tutto: del resto vi sarete accorto che sono un'intelligenza superiore alla media. Per finire, il vostro giornale è monotono, molto monotono: l'immancabile Palazzeschi, il fatale Soffici: come novità: Le cose che fanno la Primavera. In verità vi dico tutte queste cose non fanno la Primavera ma l'inverno. Ma scrivete un po' a&amp;nbsp;Marinetti&amp;nbsp;che è un ingegno superiore, scrivetegli che vi mandi qualche cosa di buono: e finitela colla critica."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nell’inverno del&amp;nbsp;1914, convinto di non poter più recuperare il manoscritto, Campana decide di riscrivere tutto affidandosi alla memoria ed ai suoi abbozzi, in pochi giorni, lavorando anche di notte e a costo di un enorme sforzo mentale, riesce a riscrivere il canzoniere, sia pure con modifiche e aggiunte.&amp;nbsp;Nella primavera del&amp;nbsp;1914, Campana riesce finalmente a pubblicare a proprie spese, la raccolta, con il titolo, appunto, di "&lt;i&gt;Canti Orfici&lt;/i&gt;", riferimento alla figura&amp;nbsp;mitologica&amp;nbsp;di&amp;nbsp;Orfeo, il primo dei poeti-musicisti. Il&amp;nbsp;1915&amp;nbsp;lo trascorre viaggiando senza una meta fissa:&amp;nbsp;Torino,&amp;nbsp;Domodossola, ancora Firenze. Scoppia la&amp;nbsp;prima guerra mondiale: Campana,&amp;nbsp;pacifista&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;neutralista, viene esonerato dal&amp;nbsp;servizio militare, ufficialmente per problemi di salute fisica, in realtà perché segnalato ormai come malato psichiatrico grave. Nel&amp;nbsp;1916&amp;nbsp;ricerca inutilmente un impiego. Scrive a&amp;nbsp;Emilio Cecchi&amp;nbsp;(che sarà, insieme a&amp;nbsp;Giovanni Boine&amp;nbsp;- che comprese subito l'importanza di Campana recensendo i Canti Orfici nel&amp;nbsp;1914&amp;nbsp;su "Plausi e Botte" - e a&amp;nbsp;Giuseppe De Robertis, uno dei suoi pochi estimatori) ed inizia con lo scrittore una breve corrispondenza. A&amp;nbsp;Livorno&amp;nbsp;si scontra con il giornalista Athos Gastone Banti, che scrive su di lui un articolo denigratorio sul quotidiano "Il Telegrafo": si arriva quasi al duello.&lt;/div&gt;
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La poesia di Campana è una poesia&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;nuova&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;nella quale si amalgamano i suoni, i colori e la musica in potenti bagliori. Il verso è indefinito, l'articolazione espressiva in un certo senso monotona ma nel contempo ricca di immagini molto forti di annientamento e purezza;&amp;nbsp;l'interpretazione della poesia di Campana si focalizza sullo spessore della parola apparentemente incontrollata, nascosta in una zona psichica di&amp;nbsp;allucinazione&amp;nbsp;e di rovina.&lt;/div&gt;
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Il destino di Campana è stato avvicinato a quello di&amp;nbsp;Rimbaud. Ma, in verità, tra Campana e il&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;poeta maledetto&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;il punto di contatto (il bisogno di fuggire, l'idea del viaggio, l'abbandono di un mondo civile estraneo) è affrontato in modo molto diverso. Dove Rimbaud abbandona la&amp;nbsp;letteratura&amp;nbsp;per fuggire in&amp;nbsp;Africa&amp;nbsp;e prestarsi a mestieri avventurosi ed alternativi, come il trafficante d'armi, Campana alla fine dei suoi viaggi, senza una vera meta, trova solamente la follia.
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Sebbene i canti di Dino Campana affondino ben oltre il simbolismo francese, fatto di audaci freddi e monotoni alessandrini, direttamente nelle radici della nostra terra toscana, Campana guarda al Trecento dantesco, al&amp;nbsp;Cavalcanti&amp;nbsp;al Dante della commedia fino ad arrivare ai canti del&amp;nbsp;Foscolo&amp;nbsp;(Giacomo Leopardi&amp;nbsp;ancora non era stato molto diffuso), ed è toccante l'allusione dantesca con cui Eugenio Montale chiude questa struggente lirica di stampo prettamente biografico (di Dino Campana si evitava di citare per motivi piccoli borghesi la sua vita e i suoi amori travagliati nonché il suo pacifismo antinterventista) e proprio per questo ancor più provocatoria: "fino a quando riverso a terra cadde!".
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&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tokyo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a 2008&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;anthology film&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;containing three segments written by three non-Japanese directors, all of which were filmed in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Tokyo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, Japan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Michel Gondry&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;directed "Interior Design",&lt;/span&gt;Leos Carax&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;directed "Merde", and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Bong Joon-ho&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;directed "Shaking Tokyo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Directed by&amp;nbsp;Michel Gondry. It is an adaptation of the short story comic "Cecil and Jordan in New York" by Gabrielle Bell.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hiroko and Akira (Ayako Fujitani&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Ryō Kase) are a young couple from the provinces who arrive in Tokyo with limited funds, short-term lodging and what appears to be a solid and mutually supportive relationship that will seemingly carry them through any challenge. Akira is an aspiring filmmaker whose debut feature will soon screen in the city — and hopefully lead to a more solid career; in the interim, he lands work wrapping gifts at a local department store. After securing short-term housing in the cramped studio apartment of old school chum Akemi (Ayumi Ito) — a career girl with a demanding boyfriend who grows weary of Akemi's houseguests — Hiroko hits the streets of Tokyo in search of a suitable apartment, finding a series of rat-infested hovels that neither she nor Akira can afford on their limited salaries. After Akira's film screens to dubious acclaim, one spectator informs Hiroko of the inherent struggles in relationships between creative types: oftentimes, one half of a couple feels invisible, useless, or unappreciated, something Hiroko relates to wholeheartedly in the wake of her numerous trials and tribulations in the unfamiliar city of Tokyo. She starts to question her role in the relationship, resulting in a startling transformation in which she turns into a wooden chair, and is taken in by a young man.&lt;/div&gt;
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Directed by&amp;nbsp;Léos Carax.&lt;/div&gt;
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Merde (French for "shit") is the name given to an unkempt, gibberish-spewing subterranean creature of the Tokyo sewers, played by Denis Lavant, who rises from the underground lair where he dwells to attack unsuspecting locals in increasingly brazen and terrifying ways: he steals cash and cigarettes from passersby, frightens old women and salaciously licks schoolgirls, resulting in a televised media frenzy that creates mounting hysteria among the Tokyo populace. After discovering an arsenal of hand grenades in his underground lair, Merde slips into full-on assault mode, hurling the munitions at random citizens and creating a Godzilla-like atmosphere of urban terror, which the media promptly laps up and reflects back to its equally voracious television audience. Enter pompous French magistrate Maître Voland (Jean-François Balmer) — a dead ringer for the sewer creature's gnarled and twisted demeanor — who arrives in Tokyo to represent Merde's inevitable televised trial, claiming to be one of only three in the world able to speak his client's unintelligible language. The media circus mounts as lawyer defends client in a surreal court of law hungry for a satisfying resolution. Merde is tried, convicted and sentenced to death — until justice takes an unexpected turn.&lt;/div&gt;
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Directed by&amp;nbsp;Bong Joon-ho.&lt;/div&gt;
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Teruyuki Kagawa&amp;nbsp;stars as a Tokyo shut-in, or&amp;nbsp;hikikomori, who has not left his apartment in a decade. His only link to the outside world is through his telephone, which he uses to command every necessity from a series of random and anonymous delivery people, including the pizza that he orders every Saturday and the hundreds of discarded pizza cartons he meticulously stacks in and around his cramped apartment, along with books, cardboard tubes from toilet paper. But one day is different — his pizza arrives thanks to a lovely young woman (Yū Aoi) who succeeds in catching the shut-in's eye. Suddenly an earthquake strikes Tokyo, prompting the beautiful young delivery woman to faint in her client's apartment, causing the hikikimori to fall hopelessly in love. Time passes and the shut-in discovers through another pizza delivery person that the improbable object of his affections has become a hikikimori in her own right. Taking a bold leap into the unknown, our hero crosses the threshold of his apartment and takes to the streets in search of his mystery girl, at last discovering his kindred spirit at the very moment another earthquake strikes.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;"Interior Design"&lt;/dt&gt;
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&lt;ul style="list-style-image: url(data:image/png; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Ayako Fujitani&amp;nbsp;as Hiroko&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Ryō Kase&amp;nbsp;as Akira&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Ayumi Ito&amp;nbsp;as Akemi&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Satoshi Tsumabuki&amp;nbsp;as Takeshi&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;
&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;"Merde"&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;/dl&gt;
&lt;ul style="list-style-image: url(data:image/png; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Denis Lavant&amp;nbsp;as Mr Merde&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Jean-François Balmer&amp;nbsp;as Mr Voland, the lawyer&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Julie Dreyfus&amp;nbsp;as The interpreter&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"&gt;
&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;"Shaking Tokyo"&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;/dl&gt;
&lt;ul style="list-style-image: url(data:image/png; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Teruyuki Kagawa&amp;nbsp;as The hikikomori&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Yū Aoi&amp;nbsp;as The pizza delivery girl&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Naoto Takenaka&amp;nbsp;as The pizza store manager&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;h2 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0.17em; padding-top: 0.5em; width: auto;"&gt;
&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Music"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;
During the credits&amp;nbsp;HASYMO's&amp;nbsp;single "Tokyo Town Pages" plays. The trailer features the track "Be Good" by Canadian indie-rock band&amp;nbsp;Tokyo Police Club.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fOlza35hKCo/Tt3iOfV4kpI/AAAAAAAAALE/bw1I5TQBRzg/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fOlza35hKCo/Tt3iOfV4kpI/AAAAAAAAALE/bw1I5TQBRzg/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Un articolo speciale, per gli amanti della cultura nipponica, studenti di giapponese, ma non solo, anche per gli amanti del grande cinema che con le sue pietre miliari ha fatto la storia, e, ritornando ad un tema portante di questo blog: il Cyberpunk. L'articolo riporterà il mediometraggio "&lt;b&gt;Le avventure del ragazzo del palo elettrico&lt;/b&gt;". Il film si trova a fine articolo, è in lingua originale, giapponese, e riporta i sottotitoli in italiano.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Chi è&amp;nbsp;塚本 晋也&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Shinya Tsukamoto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja" xml:lang="ja"&gt;塚本 晋也&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Tsukamoto Shin'ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/span&gt;Tokyo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;1 gennaio&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;1960&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;) è un&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;regista&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;sceneggiatore&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;attore&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;montatore&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;direttore della fotografia&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;produttore cinematografico&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;scenografo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;giapponese&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, considerato capofila del cinema&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;cyberpunk&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nipponico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Il mediometraggio riportato nell'articolo: &lt;u&gt;Le avventure del ragazzo del palo elettrico.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOJ84ir-q5w/Tt3ihWe44WI/AAAAAAAAALU/KV0z-cWfa9o/s1600/Denchu+Kozo+no+boken.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOJ84ir-q5w/Tt3ihWe44WI/AAAAAAAAALU/KV0z-cWfa9o/s1600/Denchu+Kozo+no+boken.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Le avventure del ragazzo del palo elettrico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja" xml:lang="ja"&gt;電柱小僧の冒険&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Denchu Kozou no Boken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;è un&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;mediometraggio&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;di&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Shinya Tsukamoto&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;del&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;1987&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;di genere&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;fantascientifico&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Trama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Hikari è uno studente liceale con un lampione che spunta dalla schiena e per questo viene oppresso dai suoi compagni. Ma è proprio grazie a questa sua particolare mutazione che verrà&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;trasportato nel futuro&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e investito del ruolo di eroe per riportare la luce sulla Terra, ormai avvolta dalle tenebre dei vampiri Shinsegumi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;SCHEDA DEL FILM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8uXNwCG2eyc/Tt3kLBpOcVI/AAAAAAAAALc/kl6NOB4-Qn4/s1600/p001_0_01_20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8uXNwCG2eyc/Tt3kLBpOcVI/AAAAAAAAALc/kl6NOB4-Qn4/s400/p001_0_01_20.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table class="sinottico" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; clear: right; color: black; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; vertical-align: top; width: 300px;" summary="Tabella sinottica che riassume i principali dati di un film"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;" width="90px"&gt;Titolo originale&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Denchu Kozo no Boken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Paese&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Giappone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Anno&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;1987&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Durata&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;45 min&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Colore&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;colore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Audio&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;sonoro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Genere&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;fantascienza&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Regia&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Shinya Tsukamoto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Soggetto&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Shinya Tsukamoto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Sceneggiatura&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Shinya Tsukamoto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Fotografia&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Shinya Tsukamoto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Montaggio&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Shinya Tsukamoto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Effetti speciali&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Shinya Tsukamoto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="background-color: #f2f2f2; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Musiche&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Nobu Kanaoka&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="sinottico_divisione"&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" style="background-color: lightblue; padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.5em; padding-right: 0.5em; padding-top: 0em; text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Interpreti&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;personaggi&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding-bottom: 0em; padding-left: 0.2em; padding-right: 0.2em; padding-top: 0em; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.5em; list-style-image: url(data:image/png; list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Shinya Tsukamoto&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Nuriaki Senba&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Tomorowo Taguchi&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Kei Fujiwara&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Nobu Kanaoka&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Gamberi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Caridea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-variant: small-caps; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dana,&amp;nbsp;1852&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;) sono un&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;infraordine&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;di&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;crostacei&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;decapodi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Il gamberetto ha una taglia media di 10 cm, ed il corpo a forma cilindrica, rivestito da una corazza non molto coriacea, che durante la crescita cambia diverse volte per ricrearne una nuova. Il&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;carapace&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;è diviso in due parti, il&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;cefalotorace&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(parte anteriore) e l'&lt;/span&gt;addome&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(parte posteriore, formata da 6 parti mobili), con una colorazione che varia da specie a specie. Anteriormente presenta due antenne che hanno la funzione di organi sensoriali, 2 esili chele e diverse zampe. La coda ha la forma di un ventaglio stretto. Il cuore è situato nella testa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Negli esseri umani, si chiama&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;baffo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;il pelo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;evidente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;che cresce tra la&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;narice&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e il&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;labbro&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;superiore. Nella stragrande maggioranza dei casi è prerogativa degli&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;uomini&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, dei quali rappresenta un&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;carattere sessuale secondario&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Il termine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;mustacchi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(attestato in italiano sin dal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;14º secolo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;) deriva dal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;greco antico&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;μúσταξ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;μuστακóς&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;mústax&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;mustakós&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;). Questa darà origine all’inglese e al francese “moustache” (pronunciato in inglese “mƏ’sta:∫” e in francese “musta∫”). In portoghese “bigode” e in spagnolo “bigote”. In latino non veniva usata come parola, ma si poteva dire semplicemente “labiorum superiorum pili” (peli del labbro superiore). In tedesco “Schnurrbart”. Un altro sinonimo italiano è: “Barbigli”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3Kqkw_PArw/Ts6VeeE3R2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3K5fPyUViaM/s1600/mp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3Kqkw_PArw/Ts6VeeE3R2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3K5fPyUViaM/s1600/mp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Se adesso si uniscono le due cose allora cosa avremo? Un gruppo musicale degno di una recensione da merde d'artiste, e sì, perchè di certo dei tipi così strambi non li ho mai incontrati o tanto meno ascoltati. I&lt;b&gt; Moustache Prawn&lt;/b&gt;, di certo non sarò io a descriverli, ma saranno loro stessi, con la loro fantastica biografia, vi accorgerete che delle menti così assurde possono anche suonare strumenti musicali! Per quanto possano vivere i gamberi coi baffi, non ne ho idea, per dare un'occhiata ai loro lavoretti in mare clicca (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Moustacheprawn#p/u" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CANALEYOUTUBE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Come ogni gruppo musicale che si rispetti hanno anche un myspace, anche questo raggiungibile da questo link (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/moustacheprawn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;myspacemoustacheprawn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), ed ancora, proprio per non farvi stancare le dita ecco a voi il link della loto pagina facebook (&lt;a href="http://it-it.facebook.com/pages/Moustache-Prawn/154308454585849" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facebookprawn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Ma ora veniamo al sodo, quello che ci interessa di più, la cosa per la quale io sto perdendo mezz'ora della mia vita qui su questo letto con questo notebook che ti fa saltare gli occhi dalle orbite, la loro prima scatola di biscotti! Si, avete capito bene, e solo per voi, per farvi capire quanto vi vogliono bene questi crostacei, permetteranno l'ascolto dell'intera scatola su rockit, ma solo per una settimana. Ecco a voi in escusiva l'ultimo link dell'articolo, vi consiglio di gustarveli uno per volta, non vorrei avere anime sulla coscienza. (&lt;a href="http://www.rockit.it/moustacheprawn/album/biscuits/17822" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROCKITMOUSTACHEPRAWN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Da questo link andrete direttamente su rockit, per ascoltare i loro biscotti e, perchè no, dare anche un'occhiata al loro profilo. E questo era il pezzo grosso di tutto l'articolo, ora se volete saperne di più su questi baffi che spesso si incastrano tra antenne arancioni segue la loro biografia, altrimenti, andate pure a sgraffignare i loro biscotti, tanto ne avrete solo per un altro paio di giorni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;in alcuni passaggi quello dei Radiohead, ma senza pulsioni sperimentali e con un retrogusto blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I Moustache Prawn nascono un estate qualunque nel profondo del mare. Leo e Giancarlo trovano per caso il giovane Ronny che dormiva in una bolla di sapone inpigliata tra le alghe, lo aiutano a liberarsi e, con il loro scafandro, lo portano con se in superficie. Decidono di formare un gruppo per fare musica melodica. Sulla terra i nostri amici si ritrovano disperati a vagare per il deserto senza un posto dove andare, ma mentre stavano per perdere ogni speranza, intravedono in lontananza un cartello con su scritto Fasano, una malfamata cittadina del West della Pulea. Riescono a trovare finalmente un pollaio in affitto nei pressi del cimitero dove poter costruire i propri strumenti di legno e poter finalmente arrangiare cover dei versi delle più importanti creature del mare. I Moustache Prawn crescono e si ritrovano a suonare nelle più importanti feste locali, come la festa del pomodoro e la sagra del salmone. Un giorno accadde che a Leo, chinatosi per terra ad allacciarsi le scarpe, caddero sfortunatamente i baffi e andarono a finire proprio su di un gambero che passava di lì per caso. Iniziarono così ad inventarsi canzoni buffe e a suonarle sfacciatamente in tutti i Saloon della zona. Fu allora che i nostri amici, dopo aver messo un pò di conchiglie da parte, si comprarono un bell'aeroplano con il quale fecero ritorno sulla spiaggia per poter tornare a vivere, finalmente, lì da dove sono venuti, nel profondo del mare, in compagnia di granchi e aragoste e gamberi e tonni e saraghi e calamari. Nell'Aprile del 2011 vincono il concorso Italia Love Wave Festival regione Puglia dove si esibiscono il 14 Luglio aprendo il concerto dei La Fame di Camilla, e il contest Rockinday per aprire il concerto dei Diaframma. La loro prima scatola di biscotti è uscita qualche giorno fa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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L'aria si inasprì di punto in bianco, il gelo scese come un sasso in fondo al mare, pesante, maestoso. Il corpo è un albero senza foglie, come un alveare senza api. Apocalittico e oscuro, affonda le sue radici in un barile di sostanza nucleare dalla quale si proiettano lunghi tentacoli, pericolosi e agili, viscidi e potenti.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Anki&lt;/b&gt; è un programma a "&lt;b&gt;spaced repetition flashcard&lt;/b&gt;". Prima di tutto, è doveroso aprire un paio di parentesi, soprattutto su queste ultime tre parole inglesi. Lo "&lt;b&gt;Spaced repetition&lt;/b&gt;" è una tecnica che serve a memorizzare, parole, lemmi, kanji e qualsiasi altra cosa si desidera imparare, parole in inglese, francese, arabo. (Anki in giapponese significa "memorizzare") Vari nomi passano in rassegna ai nostri occhi, possiamo sia saperli che non saperli, il risultato ci sarà mostrato dopo la risposta, successivamente questa parola potrà ritornare immediatamente, oppure tra un giorno, due, tre o una settimana; questo a seconda della "forgetting curve" che rappresenta la stima con cui dimentichiamo le parole apprese.&lt;br /&gt;
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Qui entra in ballo la parola "&lt;b&gt;flashcard&lt;/b&gt;". Le flashcards sono "mazzetti di parole" quasi come "mazzi da gioco" sotto forma di programmi, tipo carte. (mi scuso per la spiegazione abbastanza scarna). &lt;b&gt;Scaricando una flashcard avremo a disposizione un numero abbastanza elevato di parole che, con la tecnica dello "spaced repetition" ci saranno mostrate nel programma Anki&lt;/b&gt;, che si avvale di numerose opzioni e possibilità, così da memorizzare kanji, parole arabe, e quant'altro. C'è anche la possibilità di scrivere il kanji tramite il cursore del mouse, in modo tale da ricordarsi anche come si scrive, il verso, la grandezza e, cosa più importante, significato.&lt;br /&gt;
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L'unica cosa da scaricare è il programma Anki, che possiede anche una sezione dove, a seconda dei termini di ricerca, cerca flashcards. Questo programma è molto usato per studiare i kanji, ma io, ponendo come termine di ricerca *arab* ho trovato numerosissime flashcards riguardanti l'arabo; e anche possibile trovare flashcards con varie parole raggruppate a seconde del contesto (parti del corpo, nazioni, ecc...) comunque il contenuto delle flashcards è sempre spiegato nelle descrizioni.&lt;br /&gt;
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Per altri sistemi operativi, compresi anche cellulari, per la recensione del prodotto in lingua inglese, per documentazioni, forum e video di introduzione all'uso del programma&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ankisrs.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;[clicca qui]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando la poesia non coincide più con la metrica mentale, si ha una riluttanza e un odio verso il proprio essere, non come poeta, ma come essere vivente, il non-io, l'odio, la vergogna, la noia. Non si è più come si suol essere, ci si sputa addosso. Ci si vomita, si vomita l'io, lo si sputa fuori come un chewing-gum ormai senza sapore, troppo masticato, sudato, stanco, senza vita. Non si vuol più essere se stessi, troppo rabbiosi, si vuole sempre essere l'altro, perchè il proprio io è quantomeno sicuramente inferiore a qualsiasi altro sistema nervoso centrale, e si vomita, l'anima.&lt;br /&gt;
Gli occhi gli si allargano, si colorano, sfumano nella neve e nel veleno, con droghe e psicofarmaci, l'alcool di cui ormai il corpo è stracolmo viene eiaculato fuori dalla bocca, mentre la lingua mostra un "essere di anima", un'anima interiore, un io peggiore del creduto. Un cyber-io, braccio metallico di mitragliatrice, sigaretta che brucia le interiora, gamba di legno, ancor più rabbia e nervosismo, odio assoluto. Non sono così, non voglio esserlo, perchè, per come, basta, stop, fuochi, urla, NOOO, nooo, no. Il punto è l'odio, la virgola è il cioè. Il luccheto che dilata il lobo e la costrizione dell'essere, sarai sempre così, non potrai cambiare, mentre nella sua testa si cimentano idee, opinini, desideri: &amp;lt;voglio essere così, come lui, bello, magro, drogato, si, ti prego, cambierò.&amp;gt; Si vuol sempre essere l'io accanto a te, ma non puoi e questo nn lo sai, e mentre rilutti e vomiti il tuo io, muori lentamente con la speranza di rinascere come "altro", ma rinasceri vegetale, come se non ti bastasse un'eternità in un sarcofago ammuffito accanto ai tuoi escrementi puzzolenti e gas fraudolenti, ossa e capelli, vermi che ti succhiano le viscere e muffa, tanta muffa, &lt;u&gt;questo sei e questo sarai&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493133699457873308-4101169525611831819?l=merde-d-artiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Un vero viaggio mentale lo regala al nostro sistema nervoso centrale questo psichedelico album dei Pink Floyd,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;album di debutto,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;l'unico realizzato sotto la direzione di&amp;nbsp;Syd Barrett. È considerato fra gli album che hanno più influenzato la storia del&amp;nbsp;rock psichedelico&amp;nbsp;e della musica psichedelica in genere. L'album presenta testi bizzarri, che spaziano fra temi&amp;nbsp;astronomici,&amp;nbsp;fantastici,&amp;nbsp;fiabeschi&amp;nbsp;e grotteschi, accompagnati da passaggi strumentali deliranti, dei viaggi spazio-mentali che spiazzano e fanno perdere la letteralmente la testa, e questo è riscontrabile nelle descrizioni delle canzoni a fine articolo. È stato pubblicato nel 1967.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Ed ora la parte più misteriosa e selvaggia del cd, i brani e le loro improbabili descrizioni, dove si può ben capire perchè questo album è così psichedelico, perchè questo album è un viaggio oltre i confini del surreale, chi lo ascolta viaggia nei meandri del inconscio, vede suoni che si trasformano in luci per fare un percorso senza fine, o perlomeno finchè non finiscono le canzoni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Brani"&gt;Brani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I brani sono tutti di Barrett eccetto&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk&lt;/i&gt;, composta da&amp;nbsp;Roger Waters; i due strumentali&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Interstellar Overdrive&lt;/i&gt;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Pow R. Toc H.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sono accreditati a tutti e quattro i membri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Astronomy Domine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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La traccia di apertura, “Astronomy Domine” è il resoconto di un viaggio stellare intrapreso da Barrett attraverso l’uso dell’LSD (quasi un novello&amp;nbsp;Dan Dare, da lui citato nella canzone, eroe di fumetti inglesi). Il basso pulsante e continuo rappresenta la connessione radio con la terra, mentre la chitarra, insieme a un canto maestoso e solenne, sembrano vagare in un panorama cosmico oscuro e tenebroso. Il tappeto stellare tessuto dalle tastiere di Wright dà solidità al tutto. Completa il pezzo l'incessante batteria di Mason, che enfatizza le parti più drammatiche. Il brano ha una sequenza di accordi (Mi/Mibemolle/Sol/La) molto inusuale.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucifer Sam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Scandita da un riff semplice e martellante ed accompagnato da tastiere che sembrano rievocare un'atmosfera orientale la canzone parla di un gatto siamese dai comportamenti inquietanti ed inspiegabili (Syd Barrett si ispirò al suo gatto di casa). Questa canzone è segnalata nel sito (non ufficiale) del Centro Culturale San Giorgio (che parla di messaggi subliminali e satanismo nel mondo del rock) come canzone satanica, senza però alcuna ragione: nonostante il titolo, non contiene né messaggi subliminali, né qualunque altro riferimento al diavolo.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matilda Mother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Nel terzo brano Barrett si cimenta nel suo ruolo di geniale pifferaio e menestrello portandoci nel mondo di una favola che si interrompe e poi riprende, quasi l'incitamento di un bambino affinché la madre non smetta di raccontargli la favola che tutto fa risplendere. La solenne atmosfera creata durante il racconto è interrotta da un malinconico “Mother, tell me more” ("mamma, raccontami ancora").&lt;/div&gt;
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Flaming è una canzone dal testo piuttosto allucinato (solitario tra le nubi blu, sdraiato su un piumino yippie, non ti toccherò eppure potrei, nuoto per il cielo stellato, viaggio per telefono). Le liriche del brano descrivono le senzazioni provate sotto l'uso di LSD, opportunamente evocate dalla musica.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pow R. Toch H.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Assieme ad&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Interstellar Overdrive&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;è la canzone più estrema dell'album. Completamente strumentale, grazie ai suoi giri di basso e alle percussioni ci proietta in un'atmosfera piuttosto cupa e, a parte le bizzarre urla di Barrett e Waters, il brano è un crescendo di psichedelia che poi si esaurisce nell'esplosione finale di percussioni.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Il solo frammento di Piper composto da&amp;nbsp;Roger Waters. Si assiste ad arrangiamenti sofisticatissimi e puramente lisergici uniti a quella sottile critica sociale (qui ancora abbozzata) che poi sarà una delle caratteristiche dello stile di Waters (e che influenzerà enormemente la musica dei Pink Floyd da&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Dark Side of the Moon&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in poi).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interstellar Overdrive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcBg2koXlCI/TqGDLil3q1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/nOSLhBiTzLo/s1600/interstellar_overdrive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcBg2koXlCI/TqGDLil3q1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/nOSLhBiTzLo/s320/interstellar_overdrive.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sicuramente il brano più famoso di tutto l'album,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Interstellar Overdrive&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;è la cronaca di un viaggio umano nell'universo, portandoci negli angoli più remoti e bui del cosmo e si sviluppa nei suoi undici minuti seguendo una sola regola: almeno uno strumento deve mantenere il ritmo e sopra questo ritmo, interpretato ora da uno, ora da un altro strumento, si sviluppa una&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;jam&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;acidissima. Questo brano è ricordato anche per il grande impatto live. I Pink Floyd lo suonavano ogni sera all’UFO. Le versioni live erano lunghe oltre venti minuti e quasi del tutto improvvisate, mentre quella sull'album è molto più corta e sintetizzata, in modo da poter reggere ascolti ripetuti. Si viene introdotti in un incredibile viaggio spaziale che si fa sempre più inquietante fino alla conclusione del brano, scandita dal riff iniziale e poi da rumori meccanici.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Gnome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Di ispirazione Tolkieniana,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Gnome&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;è una curiosa e piacevole ballata acustica che narra di un individuo del piccolo popolo (chiamato Grimble Gromble), della sua vita quotidiana e di un viaggio che deve intraprendere.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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Il brano è ispirato all'I-Ching, conferendo all'intero disco un sottile misticismo.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Scarecrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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In questo brano semplicissimo, Barrett descrive con vena fantastica ed infantile uno spaventapasseri.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Bike&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;è un po' il riassunto di tutto il disco (non a caso è posto alla fine), offrendo una panoramica generale sia dei temi che delle sonorità stesse degli altri brani. Assai enigmatico il finale, sviluppo degli ultimi versi del testo.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJjbAe3WoSE/TqBvfZQvU4I/AAAAAAAAADk/xriogcB3Lo4/s1600/crystal-castles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJjbAe3WoSE/TqBvfZQvU4I/AAAAAAAAADk/xriogcB3Lo4/s1600/crystal-castles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crystal Castles&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;è un gruppo di&amp;nbsp;musica elettronica&amp;nbsp;di&amp;nbsp;Toronto, in&amp;nbsp;Ontario. Anche se si tratta di musica elettronica non hanno niente a che fare con i soliti remix odiosi delle hit disco che purtroppo ci tartassano i timpani. Loro sono incredibilmente innovativi, sia per gli strumenti e i metodi utilizzati, sia per i suoni completamente "stratosferici" che producono, sembra quasi di stare in uno stato catatonico mentre intorno a te ci sono fenomeni naturali quali la caduta di meteoriti sulle strade, la luna che si ingrossa fino a scoppiare e milioni di stelle attaccano la terra come missili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Il duo è composto dalla cantante&amp;nbsp;Alice Glass&amp;nbsp;e dal polistrumentista&amp;nbsp;Ethan Kath. I Crystal Castles sono noti non solo per i loro contributi musicali come band, ma anche per i loro show live particolarmente caotici e per i numerosi remix che Kath ha fatto per diversi altri gruppi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Il nome Crystal Castles deriva dalla fortezza nel cielo di&amp;nbsp;She-Ra. Il gruppo è nato nel dicembre del&amp;nbsp;2003&amp;nbsp;come un progetto iniziato da Ethan Kath, che all'epoca aveva 24 anni. Nel aprile del&amp;nbsp;2005&amp;nbsp;Alice Glass registrò alcune parti vocali per cinque pezzi strumentali di Kath. Il primo singolo della band venne registrato per caso: una registrazione di Glass venne diffusa su&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/crystalcastles"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;come "Alice Pratice" nel settembre del 2005. Glass non era a conoscenza della diffusione della registrazione, finché alcune case discografiche sentirono la canzone e contattarono il duo per offrirgli dei contratti con loro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?y4d4h81gossqh3n"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Crystal Castles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- (18 marzo&amp;nbsp;2008)&lt;/li&gt;
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