How did I come across Pink Floyd? One afternoon in 1974. Inside the cinema hall of the railway station in Alessandria in hallucinogenic fumes that only years later I realized that Marlboros were not what the people were smoking. It wasn’t an easy love for Pink Floyd.
Priti Patel is the daughter of immigrant parents. Like her so many people we have in the UK, comes from immigrant parents, especially from the second Indian generation. So many Indians was forced to move from India to Africa in the ’50/’60, and they manage a way
It astonishes me when people not only mistake opinion for fact but will talk with phenomenal arrogance and self proclaimed authority. When you literally show them that he is legally and factually incorrect, they still has the audacity to argue as if there is another view. So
In 1973 I was 13 years old. I had casually invested with a love for “committed” music just a short time ago. I am curious and listen to everything. In 1973 it meant that when you discover an artist, you have to recover the previous years of the same artist.
The pandemic has forced the Government to stop to have Party for more of six people. A lot of people are complaining about it, but sometimes you need to see the big pictures and say “thank you” to this “political” action. In my idea of the
Today I will write about a story that comes from Sardinia, but which doesn’t stop in Sardinia. The protagonist of the story is Gianluca Piredda, who lives instead by creating stories. Of course, you create stories if you have a true and credible personal story, and
Relax – just read this article before read my opinions. If I have to summed up Johnson and his Brexit I will write just two word: “serial incompetence”. It’s incredible to me that there’s a deadline set with still three IT system to
I’ve spent five days in Nice, and one day I took the train and went to Montecarlo. I went out for a walk as soon as I come out of the train and found the streets not very busy. Some people were milling around, but it was so quiet in general. People in Montecarlo
When I bought her album, I had on my mind some favourable reviews read in few magazines the day before. They were good reviews but none (with hindsight) had truly expressed what I felt inside record when I put on. Let alone therefore as an “amateur” like myself