"This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...Joe has just worked himself into
an imaginary frenzy during the fade-out of his imaginary song...
He begins to feel depressed now. He knows the end is near. He has realized
at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the mind
of The Imaginer ...and ... ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway... Who gives a fuck
anyway? So he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last
maginary guitar solo..."
an imaginary frenzy during the fade-out of his imaginary song...
He begins to feel depressed now. He knows the end is near. He has realized
at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the mind
of The Imaginer ...and ... ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway... Who gives a fuck
anyway? So he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last
maginary guitar solo..."
Inizia così una stupenda canzone di Frank, non chiedetemi il cognome perché non serve dirlo, del 1979, il titolo tradotto è "Anguria nel fieno di Pasqua"; un volo guitar senza pari, preceduto dalla mitica voce che annuncia Joe depresso, sfanculante chiunque.
Quello che ci vuole nella vigilia del Derby.
Ascoltatela e nel caso in cui vi piacesse la techno ....
Convertitevi!
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