Crystal Antlers tonight!

These New Puritans

... can't wait!

Fuck Nicole... and The Teenagers!

...and so the long awaited Teenagers' gig has come and flown by. but let's put things in the right order: after a quick lunch with a friend - and in a desperate need of a strong coffee - I found my way through the crowd in FNAC looking for We Have Band's newly released album (btw I've seen them live last week and they've been simply amazing!!!), however on my way to the alternative music's corner who could I have seen in the middle of the store if not The Teenagers?!or in the very least 2/3 of them. Recovering from the shock I decided to reach them and ask for the forthcoming gig and I have to admit that my first impression wasn't that good: the guys seemed pretty confused, even annoyed by me, so after a few meaningless words I just went away, wondering why on earth their singer was so eager to find some new headphones right here in Milan. Anyway, around midnight me and my friends arrived at the club and were just a little surprised in finding it still closed (never ever trust an italian flier!); after a little queue we finally got in, finding the always dark and nasty Tunnel even worse than usual. After a good but completely unfitting support band I cannot remember the name of - the Teenagers appeared on stage. And that's when things fell off: 6 songs - in between two new ones, the second of which seemed pretty nice - and the gig was over. But that wasn't even the point. The real problems have been (in no particular order): a sort of annoying self-enamourment of the singer, the almost invisible rest of the band (my grandma is much more lively, and she's six feet under) and the exaggerated participation of the audience that actually sang half of the over-mentioned songs. On "homecoming" my friends begged me to go on stage 'cause that's really been the kitschest, trashiest and most embarassing moment I've ever happened to witness: over a dozen guys jumped on stage and tried - I repeat TRIED - to sing along with the band. And here the disaster happened: not only they didn't know the proper lyrics - but I mean, what did you expect from italian folk?! - but they didn't even want to give the mic back to the singer! What else can I say?!definitely the worst gig of the year. huff,that's been such a disappointment... So I guess the only thing I can do now is cross my fingers and put all my hopes on These New Puritans' shoulders... oh Jack please come and save me!!!!

"Il capo del Governo si macchiò ripetutamente durante la sua carriera di delitti che, al cospetto di un popolo onesto, gli avrebbero meritato la condanna, la vergogna e la privazione di ogni autorità di governo. Perché il popolo tollerò e addirittura applaudì questi crimini? Una parte per insensibilità morale, una parte per astuzia, una parte per interesse e tornaconto personale. La maggioranza si rendeva naturalmente conto delle sue attività criminali, ma preferiva dare il suo voto al forte piuttosto che al giusto. Purtroppo il popolo italiano, se deve scegliere tra il dovere e il tornaconto, pur conoscendo quale sarebbe il suo dovere, sceglie sempre il tornaconto. Così un uomo mediocre, grossolano, di eloquenza volgare ma di facile effetto, è un perfetto esemplare dei suoi contemporanei. Presso un popolo onesto, sarebbe stato tutt'al più il leader di un partito di modesto seguito, un personaggio un po' ridicolo per le sue maniere, i suoi atteggiamenti, le sue manie di grandezza, offensivo per il buon senso della gente e causa del suo stile enfatico e impudico. In Italia è diventato il capo del governo. Ed è difficile trovare un più completo esempio italiano. Ammiratore della forza, venale, corruttibile e corrotto, cattolico senza credere in Dio, presuntuoso, vanitoso, fintamente bonario, buon padre di famiglia ma con numerose amanti, si serve di coloro che disprezza, si circonda di disonesti, di bugiardi, di inetti, di profittatori; mimo abile,e tale da fare effetto su un pubblico volgare, ma, come ogni mimo, senza un proprio carattere, si immagina sempre di essere il personaggio che vuole rappresentare."
Elsa Morante, 1945

Seventeen

The End Of The World

Why does the sun go on shining
Why does the sea rush to shore
Don't they know it's the end of the world
'Cause you don't love me any more

Why do the birds go on singing
Why do the stars glow above
Don't they know it's the end of the world
It ended when I lost your love

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything's the same as it was
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does

Why does my heart go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
Don't they know it's the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye

Why does my heart go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
Don't they know it's the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye

The Only Time

I’m drunk.
And right now, I’m so in love with you.
And I don’t want to think too much about what we should or shouldn’t do.
Lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars.
While the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car.
Nothing quite like the feeling of something new.
Maybe I’m all messed up. Maybe I’m all messed up in you.
But this is the only time I really feel alive.
I swear. I just found everything I need.
The sweat in your eyes the blood in your veins are listening to me.
Well I want to drink it up and swim in it until I drown.
My moral standing is lying down.
Nothing quite like the feeling of something new.