Happy Happy Birthday To Death
decade. A decade, two decades or, if you prefer a tenth of a century.
I was born ten years ago.
Not in the sense of the word master, but as soon as I had full awareness of myself and what my surroundings.
My childhood is arranged in the first two years of high school: the years when I began to take their first steps into the world of music and booze to take the first life.
The years in which I learned to recognize good music from the commercial, Spice Girls & Take That despise and admire the groups that participated in Scoreboard Rock.
Second half of the nineties.
that age where you start to mail to parties, read the papers you passionate about politics, girls who do not give you the type and R-rated movies to minors or exorcist Clockwork Orange. Hatred of
Kassovitz ... Fucking cool that was! Top
split cassette, Dookie, Black Album and Persian Jones, Live show with a lot of Hiroshima and internship divine 'who nearly let us collarbone. Then Nirvana, that even before we talk about the late nineties were already gone from hero to legend, with Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl all that spring that I'll find a couple of years after the leader of Foo Fighters drummer and then to Queens of The Stone Age. Jack Frusciante
bed illegally in the hours of Italian, which was certainly much better than going tediosissime lessons a teacher who did not know what the Franco regime.
Everything was a stance 'against' a priori. Subversion of the system was the refrain that was echoed by every speech. Refusal
all without reason and without explanation. If the world I had not existed I would never be born because there was nothing to oppose. Proposals
zero: if everything was going to hell I was not sure what I had to save things, so even better: it would become more pronounced, the more I would have liked.
was what I actually inserted in the context of the punk rock movement: the contempt for everything with no hope of salvation.
subversion of logic diagrams, an order consists of sabotage with the sole purpose of exporting to the outside world I was going through adolescent labor.
Everything was just so messed up and candidly. The era of the great ideals and utopias easy slogans galore, sex and violence, and faithful to the line. But the
system was stronger than I thought and gave no sign of relenting and we meet every year to fight for reasons gradually more and more futile. Have a good school, the distributor for sandwiches. And the conviction that making his way slowly into my little head of teenagers was that if the system would collapse sooner or later it would change me.
the worse of course, slowly transforming into a parasite, as the man that Kassovitz is carried away from the escalator.
But while growing up and year after year, when I found myself to reckon with in the past year, I could see myself getting stronger with more experience that gave me security.
But while growing up, always with a walkman in a backpack and Energy a distorted Stratocaster in his ears ...