April 25

On Air: Le Chant des Partisans Quoyle

Things for which "no" is worth living

To paraphrase Woody Allen's monologue in Manhattan, I must say that I avoided thinking about it, to reflect, to watch broadcast post-election, but I've already 'seen things that I did not even remotely see, just not to forget them.

1) A passionate kiss in parliament that does disfigure the kiss of Notorious, hello Italy
2) The salutes in Capitol
3) Vespa with a wand that starts the grotesque historical review starting from Garibaldi.
4) The rifles Bossi

Apart from these amenities', the thing that disgusts me more 'and' a sense of contempt for the institutions, and the party are forced to recite even the sound institutions, the carnage in this game. The victory of right and not 'a scandal, in a healthy democracy parties alternate, the thing that puzzles me and' the impression that the political dynamics reflect the social dynamics of this country, and in this sense and 'natural right that there is this parliamentary representation.
The country 'through arrogance, menegreghismo, individualism, lack of interest in civic, cultural and social, that hurts, not even a defeat inevitable given the paucity of proposals and the human material taken from the left, the awareness of living in this atmosphere. And the things I mentioned are pure folklore show just how they are perceived to be a part of the country's democratic institutions. Well Hello Beautiful (which could become the song most 'censored in music history.)

On Air: Quoyle Hello Beautiful

Music for the red white nights

It happens at least once in a lifetime of playing for a sleepless night, you may 'seem strange, but also the town of Massa decided to make this initiative last night. We are contacted for a duo piano and sax, from a circle of Massa. Arrriviamo Massa 20.30, asking us where is the circle, tell us to go on the road Alberica, and we can not go wrong there 'in front of a hammer and sickle (smile).

Arrived at the club we can mount a bit random on the sidewalk, practically in front of a house door, the wires are hanging, the comrades sing, the pictures that stand out from the windows of the club and watch us. The club looks great, the thing that puzzles me and 'the contrast between the hammer and sickle and glasses ultralusso to bring the wine, in short, I expected the glasses in pubs slays not the radical wine glasses. Anyway sbevazziamo waiting for the fireworks, we eat very well, talking with a harmonica player of the place. Suddenly I realize that close to us there where we play 'a set up by the municipality that sends music blaring Duran Duran, Depeche Mode, Cure, I'm desperate, the volume and' very high, we start playing at 23 Watermelon Man, blaring saxophone and piano, with bold incastrandoci polyrhythms with the songs of Duran Duran (I can say I played with Duran ... not bad). My head is bursting, impossible to play in these conditions, we continue heroically, occasionally someone stops and tries to listen but really the clash and 'no chance' of victory even if we try to raise the volume, we overlook the Cure.

We continue to play, alternating breaks of wine, listen to music of this nice point, we continue to play, mass, and 'a large village we all know, comes a chick supervamp heel 12 (I say be a viglilessa ..) that wants to sing with us , begins to squirm by saying that we must go to Jobim "daiii guys here have to go on the bossa" I do not know it, the sax player is a little less, and we say that 'affected by the physical form of the girl and wants to force me to play the girl from Ipanema, I refuse and say that if it is to be Jobim Retrato em Branco and Preto, in fact, the traffic warden promptly vanishes (in company) when you realize that we will not give out requests.

I think the worst is past, approaches a passer-by and asks me do something Cammeriere, and I always answer more 'acid (with Depeche Mode in the background), which I removed from my life Cammeriere, I do not know who he is ... resume playing when a man comes running in from 70nne building opposite and starts yelling at us, against the noise we make, we're playing Softly as in a morning sunrise and the hours are 1:40 am local, the threat of intervention ' Army, police and that we should all go to work instead of partying the night, I do not have the strength to speak my head explodes, I stop playing and say that he has won. Just stop was hurt 'cause it makes me realize that we are not and saxophonist, Depeche Mode, but it is the point of music to 10 meters, then sadly you start with doing back home (with us that we cry to go back to stop those creatures that we are beating the drums), At 2 stop sending music to all fire, we continue to tell us that he played something, even if we are tired and my head explodes because of the noise, we play El Pueblo unido, Comandante Che Guevara , Over The Rainbow, and finally a bit of notes you can hear the eerie silence of this strange white night, ending in front of another glass of wine at around three and a half.

(On Air Jackie Terrasson La Marseillaise)

Next!

My appliances have un'animella, MRB and talked and raved fancied while on Prozac, and my TV is' burned, no joke, just it stinks, and the picture tube went. As a lighthouse 'a monument to this April 11, I'll let' broken icon of this day with flowers in its ornamentation, are proud of him.

Chronicle of a depressing case of electronic voting in California

(On Air El Pueblo Unido John MIRABASSI Trio)

Italians abroad

Italian in Argentina

Here, we
hear us from there?
background in this infinite
We are the shadows Impressionist
eppre us here
Italian cars we drive
wine and cigarettes and we
and many loves.

Transmitting from a home in Argentina
which is illuminated at night
the Atlantic distance
the nearest memory
and no photograph will be enough.

We have the air of Italians in Argentina
now as certain as the local weather
what shoes with cross
this Sunday morning
and that many cravings
that salaries Stani
you never take.

Ah, but life is
but hear us from there?
in these huge hotels
are rows of teeth in the sun
but we like it, yes
remember in Italian
while we rock
as you pass.

Transmitting from a home in Argentina
radio with the expression of one who knows
that the distance is large
poor memory and close
no more and no tango
we like.

We have the air of Italians in Argentina
now sure how long that will
and we have endless tracks
airports in Argentina
Let me hand you go.

Alas, quantomar quantomar for Argentina.

The distance is the Atlantic
poor memory and close
no more and no tango
we like
Alas, quantomar

Here, we
hear us from there?
but hear us from there?

For the series nightmares ...

(On Air Italians in Argentina Ivano Fossati)

Can live up to my own potential? (Q & A)

Can live up to my own potential?
Can you live up to your own potential?
Can live up to my true potential?
Can you live up to your true potential?

Is there any escape
deterential down from point of
neglect disrespect mass acceptance of conventions?

Will i be a living contradiction?
Or will i go forth with my mission?
Will you be a living contradiction?
Or will you go forth with your mission?

The mission
To readjust our vision
do not forget to the Confines of
space and time

(On AIr QA from Ursula Rucker Silver and Lead)