1 October, 2004
Simona & Simona, you've been nominated...and
then eliminated
Mostly I think we're completely and
continuosly immersed in big 'Big Brother' show, where television pushes
towards us violence of images and sounds, triyng to convince us where
the good is. And so Simona & Simona were first nominated, then
liberated...then welcomed to the big Big Brother crowd waiting outside
the big reality show scene...
Simona & Simona now represent what we truly did
not miss at all, after a testosterone filled images of truth and peace.
Where people, million people hymning to the peace and liberation...ignorance
and poorness of thoughts, where peace is such a simple thing...made
of 'release them' and 'stop the bombs!'
Simona & Simona are back for good! With a big
smile painted on their faces, with a big 'Thank you' to the ones who
captured them. And treated them so good... that's so peaceful...yes!
And i wonder where the taxes i paied this year have gone. They've
gone for paying a ransom of 2 irresponsible but peace coloured girls.
How many Hospitals or schools could have been built with that money?
maybe less than one...but i'm sure money could be better spent for
peace than for paying a ransom.
And I heard they would come back!!! Ok, that's just what you deserve!
Ok, but first give my money back, so that we really feed the poors...instead
of making them playing a girotondo.
Some people need to be awaken, or to be waken up. Some people know
what peace is, but they need (like me) to be taught about how peace
is reached.
'Cause Peace is certainly love. But certainly not
miscalculating.
22 September, 2004
Parents & Relatives
Last 2 weeks our parents came to visit
us.
Regine's Mum&Dad stayed here for a week, and i think we had a
good time. They, i hope, relaxed in Rome and in our home. The beginning
was embarassing, but the rest was good and emotioning: we also went
out for dinner a couple of times and our relationship seemed to grow
better all the time. I think that when they look back to those days...they
smile as i do.
Some weeks before Almi and Sebastian stayed here for a while, just
before we left for Sicily. Almi and Regine look good together, and
very different too...
Also my parents came to visit us then for my birthday bringing Giusy
and an huge present: the gigantic Spiderman poster from the cinema
in San Giorgio.
And from the guests' room, I think
they all had the same beautiful view: two souls completely in love
with eachother.
'Hunted in Sicily'
Days 1, 2, 3
Day 1. Day 1 was the
14th of August 2004. We leave from Naples at 9 pm on a TTT lines Ferry
to Catania. Took a place at the open air, the best place to choose
in our opinions...a bit cold, just one sleeping bag, we slept a few...but
beneath the stars.
Day 2. Arrive in Catania at 7.30 am. Walk around the city, tired.
Visited the Dome, the main streets, tasted our first granita and cannolo.
Strange encounter: imagine a desert space with very old buildings
and 2 men in surfer shorts, one is cleaning the floor!, the other
one washing his 30 years old car while listenig
to 'Perdono, perdono, perdonoooo'. They talked to us, trying to show
us the things around....'foro romano!'. Then we moved to Siracusa
searching 4 a beach, we arrive to the big Corrado's house...the Huge
house, with the one kilometer corridor! Go to swim to Fontane bianche
beach. At night a dinner out in Ortigia.
Day 3. Visit to Cava Grande without knowing what was expecting us...
We climbed almost the Hymalaya up and down just to swim in a lake!
But a wonderful one. The evening was spent in Noto, where we tasted
our firsts arancini among the baroque buildings.
September 15, 2004
I was born long ago
30
September 10, 2004
Lou Reed for present
  
I'll be 30 in few days. A date i'm
not exactly looking forward to step into...
Can you tell a better thing than meeting your idol for your birthday?
The present of Regine was Lou Reed live in Fiuggi. And we were really
so close to him (even if by the pictures you can't tell) that i think
he noticed us doing a ''Modern Dance'!
Because it's this what me and Regine do: a Modern Dance.
'Hunted in Sicily'
Unforgettable experiences are made
by forgettable little steps. You can remember the mood, the ensemble,
and forget those little things which made it great and magic.
So i want to tell you and sculpture here the days of the 'Hunted in
Sicily' story...next to come
September 5, 2004
Hunted in Sicily
  
  
  
   
 
We drove around Sicily for 20 days, talking a strange
language, wearing sunglasses, running from the masses...
July 31, 2004
"…And moon rose
over the Coliseum"
On Saturday night we, me, Guni, Dario, Manuela, Corrado,
took part to a memorable event.
Simon and Garfunkel live at Fori Imperiali.
It was the best concert I've ever seen, one of the most emotioning
event I took part to.
One of those happenings you can tell "I was there" about.
"…And moon rose over the Coliseum"
Why do they always blame America?
The feeling I felt that night was sung by them before and after…
’let us be lovers we’ll marry our fortunes together’
’I’ve got some real estate here in my bag’
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner pies
And we walked off to look for america
’kathy,’ I said as we boarded a greyhound in pittsburgh
’michigan seems like a dream to me now’
It took me four days to hitchhike from saginaw
I’ve gone to look for america
I’ve gone to look for america'
July 13, 2004 The
Kingdom of the Regine : the unforgettable Maulbronn
An unforgettable weekend has just gone.
An unforgettable moment is sculptured in my mind from now on.
You know?
"Life is a game". The most beautiful game mama
and papa could ever have given to me as a present...
And The Game was preserving for me the ultimate
surprise...
The Kingdom of the Regine: the unforgettable Maulbronn.
I've seen Maulbronn, i've seen the field in which Regine bloomed.
And I met the friends, the places, the streets,
the mood she lived. And we both realized how different are the Worlds
we come from...
I was supposed to play soccer, but i plaied a drama: I'm sorry Regine...I
wish i was better! I walked through the monastery and the halls af
their amazing school , i passed through those quiet places, i tasted
the "doner" (which is kebab!) and i agree it's great, i
met new people, new ways of being together. And Marie Luise and Almi
came to meet us also...and I had a pizza with them in the heart of
Maulbronn!!!
2 days. We camped outside the monastery,
me and Guni and Utz and Alf and Jogi and Samuel and Peter and Frieder
and all the ones who belonged to that place.
And all the ones who since now on belong to peace, to beer, to barbeque,
to soccer, too cold!!!, to cigarettes, to what i couldn't know.
To Regine.
And to me.
Unforgettable Maulbronn.
July 7, 2004 "Sacccherr!!!"
When I thought of Vienna I thought about Sacher Torte.
What else should I think about Austria and Austrian people?
Oooooh how ignorant I am!
Now Vienna means Domenico, for he's there since months
ago…and at least it gained a sense…Vienna makes sense
now politically and geographically since I can identify where Domenico
stands…
Domenico, this floor in hp misses your steps and the corridors miss
your smile and my ears miss that noise you used to call music!
Domenico, do you miss us?
We miss you (with we I mean me and all the hundreds of daily fans
of lapelazzuli.com) very much...
This picture makes me wanna scream: "Sacchett!"…which
is different from "Sacher!", much different, but sounds
similar…
www.domenicopistillo.com ...
" Sacccherr!""
June 29, 2004 This
Summer
We plan to visit Sicily,
by car. In August.
We feel so much exited about this...
This days Dario and
Lello are here in Rome for a professional training. It's always a
pleasure to have them near...
June 15, 2004 Be
aware...
You probably noticed…
I did not update the site for a long time. I apologize.
The job at hp is really taking away my free time, and the few left
is completely dedicated to Regine.
But be aware I'm ok, be aware I'm in love (so much!), be aware I'm
so happy of this living that I cannot belive it is real, I cannot
understand when the dream is over and the reality starts.
My life is spent among coffee, cars, offices, home, bars, planes,
motorways, restaurants sometimes, the streets of Rome, the arms of
Regine.
We dreamt about marriing. We dreamt about being together all life
long and after. We dreamt about our children. We dreamt about friends,
families, kisses, dressing up, learning german, palying and watching
soccer.
We dreamt about us.
And we decided not to wake up.
May 20, 2004
Kill Bill
"Dying in our sleep is a luxury our kind
is rarely afforded..."
May 5, 2004
Six months of Kingdom
6 months ago I melted myself with a Regine.
And I became a King.
The King of the most amazing Kingdom.
April 20, 2004
You mean so much to me
You mean so much to me.
You mean the fantasy, you mean the leadership, you mean the friendship.
You mean the sense of fighting alone. You mean what means to be misunderstood.
You mean what bigotry hates, you mean what ignorance talks about,
you mean what envy loves. You mean the strenght inspiring me.
You mean the things that should be done.
You mean so much to me.
Please, be still.
April 9, 2004
Happy Easter (Buona Pasqua)
March 31, 2004
Dogville
Yesterday night, about 2 hours and 30 minutes...were
worth a masterpiece.
March 18, 2004
Imagine
I've been so busy these days that I could not update
the site for a couple of weeks.
I moved to Nice for a couple of days with HP and I'm working very hard
to find a way in this new job. I love the new job; it's so exiting to
me and keeps me very alive.
And Regine keeps me more and more happy all the time,
and the way she moves, talks, smiles, breathes, love…is just
amazing.
Maybe I'm in love? Of course I'm in love…and this word seems
to me not enough anymore, like kisses seem not to be the right way
to give and take anymore, like embracing seems not to be a complete
way of releasing my feelings.
Everyday I wake up with Regine.
Everyday I watch Regine waking up.
Everyday I embrace Regine.
Everyday I kiss Regine.
Everyday I love Regine.
Everyday I eat with Regine.
Everyday I smoke with Regine.
Everyday I drink with Regine.
Everyday I go to bed with Regine.
Everyday I touch Regine.
Everyday I dream Regine.
Everyday I hear Regine.
Everyday I smell Regine.
Can you imagine a better day?
Can you imagine a better today?
Can you imagine a better tomorrow?
Can you imagine how do I feel?
March 4, 2004 Between
Heidelberg and CalwI was in Germany last
weekend, and spent a couple of days among Regine's friends and relatives.
It was nice to meet her parents together with Peter and Almi. Good people,
and we should have been in together for longer. But it's ok by now,
or at least I think her family is now sure she's not with a bad guy.
??? I hope so anyway...
Between Heidelberg and Calw it has been a great time. Good to meet Peter
and spend with him a nite out...he was supposed to get drunk…but
he didn't: I think a make a good effect to people (or a bad one?) since
they stop drinking or smoking while by my side…
Guni's mother has got very very deep blue eyes and an intensive look.
I wish to meet them again as soon.
March 1, 2004 The
Toilets
A new artistical project's just started:
www.thetoilets.com
February 23, 2004
Some updates
Dario came to visit us and we spent 2 days doing nothing
at all and completely relaxing.
I love Dario very much, and it moves me when he comes and see me also
on his own…just to see me; I'm not going to Naples that often
anymore since I need the weekend to rest and stay with Regine full
time, so meeting Dario and my Parents also in Rome is always a reason
of great happiness.
The new job is really exiting, and I suppose it's
exactly the one thing I was wishing to do. We'll see if I'm good in
this, as I hope.
Next weekend will be spent in Germany, Stuttgart,
where I'm gonna meet Regine's friends and relatives. She seems to
be happy about that, and so am I.
I'll tell you about this trip, as I always do: i'm very curious and
a bit exited...
Aaaaahhh! I've been in Amsterdam again last week! I joined
an HP conference with a customer, and the experience was fine and fun
at the same time. I believe Amsterdam is great, a great place to live…I
imagine.
I can only imagine, unfortunately!
February 02, 2004 One
year of Missione Magliana
One year has gone since Missione Magliana was delivered
to my new World.
I've lived an incredible year since then, full of emotions and brand
new things.
The house has grown, thanks to all the persons around me, and also
thanks to my sudden devotion to this kind of 'home-caring' things.
I moved into a real new dimension, that completely changed my life
and modified my way of being and watching at the future and at the
present.
This has been one of the most important and deep period
of my life, one of that periods which are able to significantly rebuild
or fortify your personality.
Like the Mr Bloom era, like the LiberaAzione
experience, like the London's Queen Mary College, and like the discovery
of Lucio Dalla and Lou Reed...Missione Magliana is a deep wound in
my soul, and raised to one of the greatest building blocks of myself.
Life always hides new frontiers, and surprises you
every time with its incredible beauty.
Life is worth living.
January 28, 2004 I'm
with you Regine
We spent the last weekend in Florence, and met Maiso,
Sefana, Marina and some other guys.
Saturday was spent among beers, friends, dinner and a pizza with Regine
and Maiso: i dunno why, but when me and Regine go out for dinner,
we always step into very very strange waitresses...and the one of
that night was so really out of mind....strange, too much gentle...ridiculous!
It was snowing on Sunday and so cold that we just moved from a bar
to another....untill we finally decided to move back to Rome.
Regine started working this week for a Language school
here in Rome: she teaches German and English! and soon will start
studing at the University again. This is what we thought, and the
program we planned seems to give her more serenity and peace.
Regine is working hard, even if it doesn't seem if looking from an
untrained eye: but i feel and i know she does, and i feel she is fighting
inside with all the thoughts a mind can have in a situation like the
one she's living...so new....so challenging...so tough sometimes...but
so magic for both of us.
Ah...She and Frider would like to teach me how to drink like a real
german (or young, they say) does...but i'm from the very south, and
i guess i'll never learn...
I'm with you Regine, you know. And every problem you
have, i have it too. Like every joy you have, is a joy of mine.
I'm with you Regine.
January 15, 2004 And
this is what really counts
The new job is really going fine, at this first look.
Now everithing seems to be very exiting and challenging, and I guess
this is exactly what I was lately looking for.
I'm moving the first steps in a very well organized group, the software
one, which also looks harmonious and greatly coordinated and balanced.
The new colleagues are all so very available and gentle, and so this
first impact doesn't seem to be that much hard as it was supposed
to.
My rhythms are changing, just like my clothes, and the level of physical
stess is also growing the same way my happiness does.
I'm happy, actually. And this is what really counts.
Regine lives with me now, and tries to move her first
steps in the new reality, which is not that easy for someone like
her who decided a so very deep change.
But we're in love, actually. And this is what really counts.
January 05, 2004
The sign of Pureness
Pureness...It is hard, very hard to find.
I mostly think it is something unreal, that does not really exists
in the real life.
It seems to me the beginning of something or everything...pureness.
And as a beginning, it doesn't last.
Everything that starts seems or is pure, then starts to be real.
And Regine is the purest thing I know.
The clearest and most exiting sign that pureness exists somewhere.
And the sign of pureness is so close to me now, everyday.
And I hold the sign of pureness. And I feel the sign of pureness.
So close.
Everyday.
December 12, 2003
My dearest,
I'll probably not be able to constantly
update the site in the next few weeks: I'm gonna have more busy days,
mixed with Christmas Holidays that will be spent in Naples.
So you're probably gonna miss me...I hope.
But let's think that this will just last for a while, and that new
and more exiting updates will come.
I love you all.
Gianni
December 5, 2003 Changes
Lately i received some great news
about my professional future: from January I'll start a new job here
in Hewlett Packard. I'll be working as a Sales Specialist for the
Software division.
This tells nothing to you all, probably, but i can say to you that
this is really great: it's something i've been wishing to do for so
much long, and now it seems to become true.
I'll tell you more about it, but I'll wait for the things to be completely
done...
Changes give me reasons to go on.
And so lucky it comes that changes lately often come, so sweet in
my ears, so calm on my skin....
And changes keep me alive...
Yes i feel so alive lately: I'm
in love.
November 25, 2003
Walking in Amsterdam (with
a Mexican)
I will forever remember the time that
I can't precisely remember anymore, the time in Amsterdam...spent
with Dario by my side and with a Regine in my mind.
The time when I completely turned off my life and lost myself in a
paradisiac state, made of the moment that exists now and does not
exist anymore after...the moment spent with Dario by my side and with
a Regine in my mind.
I've seen the city as I never did
before. It's a wonderful city, Leidseplain in Christmas seems a postcard
alive with people and music moving togheter in perfect armony, and
the quiet in Rembrandt plain with trees and coulors mixed like in
a paint, and the silent walking of the people and their faces...and
the fresh and comfortable air of the outside and the warmt of the
insides, and the guys they all seemed to complete the scenes.
I had a magic walk started in Vondelpark and ended up in Damrak....through
Leisdeplain so dreamly...Oh my God I was so happy I wanted to cry
because it seemed so beautiful and perfect in armony....and I remember
the guys approaching girls in a van just outside the Burger King,
and me Dario and Lello watching the square like in an ecxtacy state.
I wanted to shout but I could understand my state of conciousness...but
I would have shouted "this is perfect! This is perfect!"...Then
the walk across the canals, round 6 p.m. in November Amsterdam is
a wonderful presepe....i couldn't believe how magic the atmosphere
was, while crossing on bridges and watching the city night lights
so splendid. This means perfection I thought.
Then the arrive in Rembrantplain. Whow! I was feeling in a movie....we
sat in a Coffee shop...so perfect the place with a sort of guard so
impressive...we reached armony and special quiet in there.
Happyness was so close that I could touch her.
I will forever remember the time that I can't precisely
remember anymore, the time in Amsterdam...spent with Dario by my side
and with a Regine in my mind.
November 24,
2003 ...
Heroes for peace! They call them heroes for peace...
There must have been a misunderstanding, I think. Or I got it wrong...
But I know I got it right unfortunately.
We invade, we destroy, we occupy, we help in moving governments, we
support a masquerade tiranny....and then we say we die for peace???
We die for hate, for money, for fear, for ignorance.
And no heroes could be found if not for an evil trial to get the nation
touched and reunited around the guilty of those sending heroes there,
a guilty they try to hide behind the stupid common sense of coutry-proudness.
We have heroes for war. Heroes for war.
November 17, 2003 Regine
Regine, sometimes we're on a plane
without control. Sometimes we're in the same dream. Sometimes we can't
stand it. Sometimes we pretend to be undone. Sometimes we breathe
the breath, and we get done. Sometimes i keep you in my hand. Sometimes
i picture you in the blue.
And in the blue, an incredible trip.
And Regine you are. Regine you look.
Regine you move.
Regine you are.
November 12, 2003 Bell'
Rosca'!!!
Rosario became a Doctor today: Degree
in 'Conservazione dei Beni Culturali'.
I'm very proud of you Rosa', and feel so emotioned and moved when
i look back to all those years spent together and so far away. Remember,
you called me 'O' Gesuita'? You became a Gesuita too, no? Or something
close...Remember we fighting and you beating me? Remember me blaming
your way of treating studies and school? Remember Missione Magliana?
Rosario, do you remember?
I always kept you with me as one of the more precious persons i know,
persons i have.
You are one of the signs that make me understand that my life is worth
living.
This site often thought of you, from
the elections to Missione Magliana....we've been close.
Auguri Rosario.
Moreover....Bell' Rosca'!!!
November 7, 2003
... Dormant
state's over: a new musical project's on the way with Maiso...
Soon the shocking announcement.
November 6, 2003 We
come undone
I don't really know
what to say. It was simply magic.
Maiso, and Matteo and Guni and Luca and Izzy (Iggy???) and Stefana
and Cip and...
And Maiso Maiso Maiso
And Matteo Matteo Matteo
And Guni Guni Guni
Northen places keep me cool...
Maiso, Matteo, Guni...picture in your
mind a place full of different beautiful colours...and
then close your eyes...and then see that that light doesn't go away
that easily: this is your house for me, this is how my memory recalls
your beautiful place...every second. Every second.
Thank you
November 4, 2003 ...
Screw me love.
Screw me deep inside my heart.
And turn me upside down.
And do it again.
And never stop.
Hold me love.
And kill me if you want.
Face pale, face white face with pale red spots like strawberries on
a field of wheat. So immense.
Shake me love.
Hold me love.
And never stop.
October 31, 2003
...
I live in a Country where they pretend caring about
a crucifix in a classroom and make such a mess about it, while wars,
sex and egoism seem to be something right written in our Constitution.
I'm surrounded by people saying they're religious, while they
shape religions upon their comfortable lives...wasting things, using
sex as a toy, and mostly taking part, with all the things they do
daily, to this evil society.
You can be good and fair also doing all the things you'd not be allowed
by a set of old fashioned rules...but don't you think that the time-changing
rules are a clear demonstration that faith, spirit and your God is
something coming from the ground, instead that from above?
God bless you bigots and biased!
October 31, 2003
Theatres and characters
I went to see a show
with Anita yesterday at Teatro Vittoria, her Theatre: the show, named
Alcazar, was quite funny and good.
I'm moving from Rome this weekend
for some job affairs, and i'm coming back on wednesday. I'm gonna
meet one of the greatest characters
i've ever known, and one of the best friends i ever had:
Maiso
Maiso 1
Maiso 2
October 28, 2003 Nostress
A new band is born:
Nostress
Good luck Giorgio, Dario & co.
October 27, 2003 Modern
dance
Sometimes i cry because
of music. When they gave me as a birthday's present 'ecstasy' by Lou
Reed, I was deeply touched by 'Modern Dance', and i started crying.
Lately it made to me the same effect again, surely because it seems
to touch all my emotional strings of this moments:
- 'the dance'... the greatest memory of someone so special
- 'maybe you and I could fall in love, regain
the spirit that we once had'
what i hoped so much...but hope is never enough...
- 'maybe you don't wanna be a wife, it's
not a life being a wife' ...what she always
meant...
- the sense of the 'Modern
dance' which i should learn to dance to fit more in this World...so
different from me...the Modern dance where roles are shifting...
- 'Amsterdam' where i'm moving in few weeks
Please, read the lyrics,
so that you understand.
October 27, 2003 Ben
Harper live
...see it in diary.
October 27, 2003 Ben
Harper live
Dario, Lello, Marianeve, Manuela were
in Rome this week end also because of the concert. The time we had
was good, even f i'm not really a fan of him.
I wish my brother and all my friends will one day come and live forever
here in Rome...
The other things are going quite ok.
It's getting cold here and the heaters are going to be turned on again.
Next week i'll be in Milan to work, and as usual i'll take time to
visit friends i hardly have the chance to meet.
We also played lately and it was emotioning indeed: one
of the best things that could happen to you is hear people singing your
words...
October 22, 2003 You
butterfly
You butterfly
Words and Music: Gianni
Lapelazzuli
Spaces were wide for what I've see
Orizons immense when you were with me
And I had a feeling I missed my breath
For you never stop talking so clear
When I saw you flying the way you did
When I saw you brighting the way I mean
I thought that happiness freedom and thrills
Were all together in such a beautiful thing
Oh you butterfly, the deepest clear beauty
Oh you butterfly, my sense of immense
Oh you butterfly, you made me run
Oh you butterfly, I thought you were gone
You you butterfly, your intense parfume
You you butterfly, my heart was amused
You you butterfly, so you need your space
You you butterfly, I die for your grace
And spaces were blue, and future intense
My sight was not going over your fence
And I was a mad horse who's running in circle
And you flew observing me looking so little
October 16, 2003 'Blues'
is the colour i see too often
Did i ever guess why they call it
the blues? No
But at least i understood very good what it is or mean. Why I'm so
weak? Why do i put myself in situations that make me feel like that?
I sometimes thought that i go searching for this kinda things or i
prefer standing in moods like this....addicted to thoughts? addicted
to suffering?
10 years ago i wrote a song about this mood, 'cause i was already
aware of the way i was done and the problems i would have been facing
all my life long: innocent young
child.
At least i got many things to see,
tell, remember, think about...and be happy about.
I received an award from HP for a good job i made about a project
regarding sales tool and things like that. I was very proud.
I bought some new furniture for my beautiful house: a desk, a little
table for the living room.
Last 2 nights Marco and Domenico came to visit me and we really spent
beautiful hours.
I'm planning a trip to Amsterdam with some friends.
I'm in love with my music again.
I'm writing a lot of new lyrics. I probably showed them to some wrong
persons who were not able to appreciate. Some, anyway did, and that's
enough for me....expecially beacuse of the ones i mean.
I mostly need a change. Fresh, fresh, fresh new air.
October 8, 2003 Berlin
I'm spending nights
on my sofa listening to Berlin again and again. I think i should talk
about it, and i thought about writing about the songs. I'll probably
do that as soon as i'll have more time. Anyway I already wrote, last
year, the review below for epinions
and some other sites
It happened in 1973... It happened when none
expected... It happened suddenly... I must tell... It was in 1972,
one year before, when TRANSFORMER (the 2nd Lou solo album) had given
to the whole World a complete and clear 'glam' and liberated imagine
of Lou. Liberated from the dirty sounds of the first Velvet albums,
liberated from a viola gone crazy, liberated from the hammering bongos...So
free, so far from a tragedy, so clear in our ears with simple tunes
and sweet melodies, so direct and childish with lyrics and chords...and
at the same time...so wild. And the World (and I) screamed in an orgasmic
excitement: 'Rock'n'Roll has been naked!'...'Rock'n'Roll is on its
top!' ... And we were true...
But then, so suddenly...BERLIN! ... A dive deep to his soul! A dive
deep to our souls and consciences! Deep into my eyes! Lou Reed crashed
on the Rock arena of that time revealing his real essence, the mood
and the voice he'll practice all the years following and that marked
forever the image of the American Poet. All the song contained in
BERLIN were one thing, one piece of heart, an unique sip of mind,
an unique rush of blood. A long trip between his conscience and fears,
with strings, piano, guitars.....and the Lou's evocative voice in
a low tone and volume expressionism mode. Without any complication,
without any musical twist, with no instrumental virtuosity or originality
Lou Reed dashed naked in somebody's else room, naked with no satin
dress...but full, full, full of strength and love and sadness. And
this was Lou Reed, and this would have been Lou Reed...delivered to
an astonished World.
When you meet someone you like so much...this
is TRANSFORMER.
When you fall in love...this is BERLIN!
October 1,
2003 New Songs
Lately i was again inspired, and wrote
down some new lyrics. With lately i mean a lot of time, probably...
These last mounths have really been rich with up and downs of every
kind, and the situation is still going on like that. Periods like this
i really can't stand, and one of the ways to escape is writing down
and relax. I try to tell something...
In july i was in Germany visiting Bettina. Early in the morning, at
Ciampino's Airport i wrote
"Airport"
'cause i was exactly feeling the same as i always did when i started
a trip from places like that. When i was a teenager, moving to London,
Paris, Amsterdam or wherever was so exiting and weird... from an Airport.
Then in Germany, new visions of love, new visions of reality, new sensations
about relationships....and a strange false story a friend of Bettina
told me in Munich, they were all mixed up in
"The English garden".
Back in my stupid and unexiting everyday's world, I've been really twisted
up and upset, and sad, and bad about the impossibility to find, in my
recent working and roman surroundings, someone to share something different
from a motorcycle, a TV show or the latest gossip. I try to put it out
with
"The society of blinds".
Before, now and across all this, my personal 'sentimental' situation
and the ones of the people i love (Dario, Manu, Michele, Salvio, Marianeve,
Luca...) made me grow up in a state of confusion and fear, and i think
i lost my real believing in this things anymore. I put all this in:
"I want a life that
doesn't scare me"
September 29, 2003
I want a life that doesn't scare me
I did not spend a word about my birthday weekend (September
15th) . This days I'm too lazy and tired to update lapelazzuli.com
seriously. Anyway, for the history....I spent that weekend havng good
time with Dario, Marco, Gianfranco, Stefano, Francesca, Domenico and
some others. We started in my apartment eating, drinking and smoking
and then moved to Trastevere 4 a walk where we met some very interesting
people.
It's good to have friends around for your birthday: it helps feeling
happy and surrounded by great people.
Michele got married last Saturday
and I went to his wedding. It was nice to meet all the people from
the past, but things like that make me feel like in trap, and they
last too long...
I wrote a new song, with a long title:
"I want a life that doesn't scare me"
September 23, 2003 11.13.11
This song was dedicated to my
mother, that i love very much.
11.13.11
Words: Gianni Lapelazzuli for
Cinico Blues
The strenght and the power
the route and the joy
the smile and the presence
in the eyes of a boy
is the essence of you
on a painted image
with a faded sunbeam
that is lightening your face
Don't you think that it's me!
don't you think that it's you!
don't you think it's the time
that makes move the baloons?
On this absurd parade
we keep moving our idols
and forget the courage
of your silent miracles
I remember those days
when i first met my dreams
and my fights and my wills
with your mind in between
Don't you think that it's me!
don't you think that it's you!
don't you think it's the time
that makes move the baloons?
Don't you think that it's you!
don't you think that it's me!
if the things wouldn't change
none would still believe!
September 11, 2003
Luca and his first gallery show (pictures from
last summer in Corsica)
As I always say, I can't
live without being surrounded by rich, very rich persons
collateral damage
Suartone burned tree |
the power of money
Suartone burned hill |
the more corsican of corsican cities
Sartene |
the more corsican of corsican cities
Sartene |
tree
road to
Corte |
an ancient roman bridge
road to Corte |
east coast
Misser
Antonu beach |
here you can free you mind
Misser Antonu beach |
timeless little river near Corte
La Restonica river
|
self portrait
Luca Savino |
September 1, 2003
Gianfranco Marino, not exactly the boy next door
This is what i mean when
i say that I'm proud of my friends.
This is what i meant with 'biuldings'.
Do you really believe Gianfranco is simply the boy next door?
Milano
(© Gianfranco Marino)
Monumentale |
Piazza Missori |
Statale |
Via Richard |
Edificio nano |
Via Scarlatti |
August 27, 2003
Pale blue eyes
The summer holidays have
been spent in Gallipoli, again as last year.
A lot of thoughts... Let's start from my soundtrack...
Sometimes I feel so happy,
sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel so happy, but mostly you just make me mad
Baby, you just make me mad ... Linger
on your pale blue eyes
Thought of you
as my mountain top, thought of you as my peak
Thought of you as everything, I've had but couldn't keep
I've had but couldn't keep ...Linger on your pale blue eyes
If I could make
the world as pure, and strange as what I see
I'd put you in a mirror, I put in front of me
I put in front of me ...Linger on your pale blue eyes
Skip a life
completely, stuff it in a cup
She said money is like us in time, it lies but can't stand up
Down for you is up ...Linger on your pale blue eyes
It was good
what we did yesterday, and I'd do it once again
The fact that you are married, only proves you're my best friend
But it's truly, truly a sin ...Linger on your pale blue eyes
August 05, 2003
Falling stereotypes (2) ...
(see the section travel)
Thank you Bettina. It was a dream coming true for me,
as I told you...the child in me that open his eyes and finds himself
living in a foreign house, in a foreign country...living a foreing life.
You made me feel exactly the way I dreamt when I started travelling
around Europe...when everything around me was so unknown and to be discovered,
and to be rewarded....when i asked to myself what was the meaning of
feeling italian or english or spanish...when i told my mum "mum
we're too much convinced about our way of living, about our stereotypes"...when
I talked "Salvio the World is so big and different there outside,
and we're so small"... no meanings, just sensations: all about
how much i should dive myself into life. Thank you Bettina
In the travel section a brief description
of the happenings by Bettina....this is what I've been tasting and seeing
in southern Germany.
August
04, 2003 Trust? Love?
Faith?...we just need an hardcore!
I'm tired. And I've lost my faith. I'm
probably wakin up from a dream after a long time. No? No? World is showing
its unrecoverable bad face to me...and I'm so sad. So sad. I think I
should face the hard side of love. And look at it. I think I should
learn to face the bad side of persons, the neverexisting true, the neverexistig
right, the neverexisted dream. Friends from my dream, I know you and
i know me, and I think we're too weak to react, and this will make us
suffer, as we're already doing.
Plain. I'll live my life plain. Plain, Goddamn'!
July 31, 2003
Falling stereotypes
In the next days I'll be able to tell what
I exactly lived last week in Germany...under a neverending rain of falling
stereotypes.
Life is worth living.
July 29, 2003
The English Garden
I met a storyteller in
Munich...he moved me with a story about the English Garden. You're gonna
know soon....
"The English Garden"
This is a story that starts on a lake, Who's lost in a place
populated by trees
And lost in an army of a thousand beers, With porches, and parfumes
and where none screams.
This is a novel created in seconds, Regarding
a King and his hopeless trust
Which brough him to change a land made of dust, Into a beautiful place
that will forever last.
The King from a Country where love is a cheat, Discovered a place where
they don't seem to care
If you're such a nice one they don't even dare, To ask who you really
are as long as you're fair.
A land full of girls without a misfit, The King open-eyed uncovered
his dream
Among them the one who would give him the thrills, The ones he so wanted
and for so long will.
And then for her birthday imagine what's new, An so, like a fable, a
good dream came true
The eyes of the girls were painted in blue, The present, a garden with
flowers in bloom.
But no happy endings you should now await, Despite such a story that
could seem so great
The Garden was built upon such a fake, Then something went wrong, and
the girl escaped.
Love is a cheat
wherever you stand
Away from your Country, inside your bed
Love is a Garden inside your brain:
Flowers will die, the green grass remain.
July 10, 2003
This is meaningless
After about one year I
finished some lyrics I started and never completed. So it's not exactly
how i feel now...but i think it's worth anyway.
This is meaningless
I know what you say
But since it's me the guilty one we will not find a way
This is meaningless
I don't care why we break
So go and see your pretty face in front of a new place
This is meaningless
I know what you say
But since it's me the guilty one we will not find a way
'Cause I can hardly change
'Cause I can hardly fake
And I would badly taste
Again our very first angst
This is meaningless
You know what i say?
Cause since you've gone, the days before they all seem such a waste
This is meaningless
I don’t understand
why since I'm here and breath again, I feel like I pretend
I can hardly change
I can hardly change
I can hardly change
Sorry
June 30, 2003
World's unfair...
...and in decline, and
guilty, and filled up with stupids and rubbish.
I've seen tons of movies lately...and i just can talk about Matrix Reloaded!!!
I've listened to new sounds and new music, and rediscovered the magic
in some oldies...and they tell me about Madonna, Jennifer Lopez, Cesare
Cremonini...
I'm watching powerless the World to collapse with no ideal, hiding behind
a wallpaper made of lies, conformism, ignorance and selfishness.
Beauty, beauty, beauty.
Money, money, money.
Soccer, soccer, soccer. (and motorcycles...)
Sometimes i wanna cry.
(...to be continued)
June 19, 2003
Trash in Palinuro
A couple of weeks ago we
spent some days at the seaside.
Here there's some pictures.
But don't tell anyone, please.
 
 
1
- 2 - 3
- 4 - 5
- 6 - 7
- 8 - 9
- 10 - 11
- 12 - 13
- 14 - 15
- 16 - 17
- 18 - 19
May
12, 2003
The wardrobe and the
kids
"Missione
Magliana": the
protagonists 8
A new wardrobe
for my place just arrived.
I took it from IKEA...and Maiso and Marco provided the building up.
About Marco, you know already (diary).
About Maiso, you maybe remember...
My house is built on
the most solid basement...
Thank you kids!
March
19, 2003
"Missione Magliana" : the protagonists 7
Dario
I found an old pocket
of jewels i had
made of lapislazulis diamond and pearls
I turned up my head and stared at the sky
and found an old star shining more bright
I once crossed the line of the forever fears
but then found a sun drying my tears
I found an old pocket
of jewels i had
made of lapislazulis diamond and pearls
March 14, 2003
"Missione Magliana" : the protagonists 6
Marco & the
new furniture
....some new furniture has arrived!
The new bed
(what a kick! what a cool! isn't it?)
The new sofas
I've been choosing it with
the precious help of Marco...
© Gianfranco Marino
....Who is Marco? .....Who
is Marco?
.....I really can't say, actually. Use to think of him as one of the
more passionable, close, understanding, lovegiving, and openminded
friend i possess! And when i say openminded...i really think of him:
you can always talk to Marco about everything and in the way you want
to....he'll try to catch your point of view, and that's dramatically
important to me. Openminded with music, openminded with all...that
does not mean he agrees...but starts, always mostly, without prejudices.
In the Gianni on Trial section there's
a quote dedicated to him...and that's enough to understand what Marco
is.....and means.
Marco...do ya remember still the night passed at Circo Massimo? There's
something unbreackble between us...since then...or maybe before!...and
you were also asking how much i'm true when i describe feelings!!!
Do I have to cool down those? No I won't!
Thank you Marco
February 17, 2003
"Missione Magliana" : the protagonists 5
Manu'
She is Manuela, Manu'... Pretty pretty, isn't she?
I gotta a painting of her in my house, i gotta her old kitchen in my
house....and a lot of memories... She never came in Magliana during
the setup period, but it was quite like she was standing there with
us...Missione Magliana started mouths before...in Naples...and her patience
with the moving of the kitchen and the other stuff was memorable. Missione
Magliana started probably a lot of time before, when we spent days with
also Dario and Ciro in Paris (that is where the pricture above was taken).
Ohhhh Manu'....when i was down you were there, when i was up you where
there. And i know it because i was always searching for you and your
support and sustain. The only presence of you made me feel better all
the time.
If i didn't fall...it's
also thanks to you Manu'. I love you Manu'.
January 31, 2003
"Missione Magliana" : the protagonists 3
Anna (Mum)
She thought it, she found it, she planned it, she brought it to the
goal.
What more?
The more i go on with my life, the more i understand she's behind almost
all the most important things happening to me...and changing me.
From London to Magliana: I've always been driven by her strenght.
She's often complaining about my way of being...but she always gives
to me the power of her concreteness.
If I'm gone far, if i've done much or few or what...if i'm like this...it's
because of her eyes.
Gianni
January
31, 2003
"Missione Magliana" : the protagonists 2
Ugo (Dad)
He's been doing about everything in his possibilities, as usual for
him. It would never had started, or it would...but not with the armony
it did.
He always understands me, and always tries to when it really gets harder:
and even when he can't...he trusts...in his way.
I've never felt alone, thanks to him. I always felt safe...because of
him.
To do the right things you need brains. But to do the things right you
need heart...And i always think I'm doing things as they should be done...when
i'm with him.
Life is worth living.
Gianni
January
31, 2003
"Missione Magliana" : the protagonists To
inaugurate a brand new place, a brand new moment, a brande new thing,
I've always been obsessed by the song which should have been embracing
the whole situation.
This time, imagine, was really hard to choose, i think the most difficult
choice of this kind 4 me: so i let my instinct decide...
Someone who knows me would have bet about Lou Reed, or Elton John....but
this situation digs the deep inside to the faraway memories....and sets
a link between what i've been, what have truly moulded me the way i
am, the way i look the way i feel...and what i'm living now in every
feel.
Two songs have been opening the new house:
'Cara'
- a Lucio Dalla song - from 'Lucio Dalla' and 'the best of' albums
'TV Movie'
- a Pulp song - from 'this is hardcore' album
...a dive deep into myself.
Gianni
"Missione Magliana"
January 28, 2003 This
week has gone. Last week's just passed. And what a week!
This has been probably one of the most important and intensive period
of my whole life.
I had to move to a new home. I had to have a new start. I had to push
the dust away...from myself. And things have started moving around like
a symphony...no...not a symphony...just like a Velvet Underground song,
distorted...seemingly disorganized...just like an harmonious whole of
strange noises...making together a marvellous sound, a sound that breathes,
a sound that makes some deeply hidden strings of the inside move...
All them helping me in that way...Mum, Dad, Rosario, Enzo, Dario, Fabio,
Manu, Luca, Antonella, Stefano, Melina, Marzia, Maria, Ignazio, Mauro,
Giovanni, Lello...just like a Velvet Underground song.
All is almost started last saturday, when Dad and Enzo and Rosario came
from Naples with a little truck! bringing and installing the furniture.
Mum had arrived the day before, with Dario and Lello: and that nite
"Missione Magliana" just started.
I have to say that the week before Luca prepared the most of the electrical
plant, while me and Mauro setted up with the electrical power Company.
Saturday morning was so intensive with the guys bringing the things
from Naples: they just left at midday, and all it was sad.
Then on Sunday me and mum went to Ikea to take a washstand, Marziano
would have installed the day after.
Then the whole week passed among the activation of gas power contracts,
the kitchen set up, Mum triyng to clean up as possible, Antonello finishing
with the floor tiles, Dad installing some furniture in the 2 sleeping
room (one i'll rent, on friday a germangirl will arrive for a couple
of mounths), Antonella helping mum with the cleanings, Marziano, preparing
the bathroom and the other hydraulic things....
...and yesterday Luca tryied the radio aerial for the television.
The result? Last nite was the first nite i slept in my new home!
Thanks, thanks, thanks and love
to all who helped me.
Many of them i'll forget in this writing but many of them are showing
their beautiful faces...below. And i wont forget Rosario, i dont have
any picture now but i remember him with this historical link.
Gianni
|
|
|
mum |
dad |
me |
|
|
|
marzia &
luca |
manu |
dario |
|
|
|
melina, maria,
ignazio.. |
antonella &
stefano |
giovanni &
mauro |
January 17, 2003
I'm in love with this man.
Completely in love. 
Jarvis Cocker
"You might
have changed your mind and seen your friends..."
January 03, 2003
Things to save 2002's
just blown away....with lots of things to save....
- You
- The trip in Paris
& Amsterdam
- 16.12.2002
- 16.12.2002 again
- lapelazzuli.com dresses a new suit
- Pulp
- Budapest
- Maiso's party (7.12.2002)
- G. M.
- Tattoo!!!! Yue' Le'
- The "CD collection" grows again
- A mounth in Naples...injured
- Gallipoli
- 16.12.2002 again....The house is mine!
- Jarvis Cocker
- A newly reemerging George Michael
- Patet'
- ...
December 16, 2002
The House is Mine The
House is mine guys!
Yeah! I gotta new house, home, residence, dwelling, abode....and it's
mine, all mine....
Got no time now to describe the sensations screwing me deep in the inside....but
believe...it's unbelievable!
My home is in Rome, this wonderful place....richer now of a new citizen.
And what a citizen guys!
A better Christmas could not have been happened, a better End of the
year could never been imagined....
Wish the best holidays
you can dream, my dearest.
Gianni
December
9, 2002
Faces Had
a wonderful week end in Milan, this one just passed...
Passed among the Suede concert, Gianfranco's house, the wine locanda
we staied on friday nite (Osteria Tubetto) and the great people we met,
the Obei Obei market, Salvio's encounter, and the incredible Maiso's
party...with all the boys and girls i've met there....between a
triangle and a piercing surprise.....Maiso
do ya remember?
I wrote some lyrics about it....'cause I'll hardly forget all those....faces.
December 7, 2002
I'll be in Milan on December. Maiso
is prepairing a party...
December
01, 2002
Lost Cause... I'm listening to this song all day....
Your sorry eyes cut through the bone/ They
make it hard to leave you alone/ Leave you here wearing your wounds/ Waving
your guns at somebody new/ Baby you're lost/ Baby you're lost/ Baby you're
a lost causeThere's too many people you used to know/ They see you coming
they see you go/ They know your secrets and you know theirs/ This town
is crazy; nobody cares/ Baby you're lost/ Baby you're lost/ Baby you're
a lost causeI'm tired of fighting/ I'm tired of fighting/ Fighting for
a lost causeThere’s a place where you are going/ You ain't never
been before/ No one left to watch your back now/ No one standing at your
door/ That's what you thought love was for/ Baby you're lost/ Baby you're
lost/ Baby you're a lost causeI'm tired of fighting/ I'm tired of fighting/
Fighting for a lost cause (Beck Hansen)
November
24, 2002
Next Sunday the "Vicious
Underground", a newly formed cover band here in Rome, inspired
to the Velvet Underground, will be performing at Lettere
Caffe' for an acoustic tribute to Lou Reed and the Velvets. Don't
miss.
November 20, 2002
Lewis Firbank Reed finds an used book in a trash
can... 
1965 How a simple thing
like this can change our lives...
November
15, 2002
Reginald Dwight meets Bernard Taupin...
I had not much time to spend in that period...i updated my
homepage with things of a dreaming memory....this is just a first page
i've been keeping those period
June 17, 1967
How a simple thing like this can change our lives...
November 7, 2002
"Bad Cover Version" (jarvis
cocker)
The word's on the street: you've found
someone new. If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you. I heard
an old girlfriend has turned to the church - she's trying to replace
me, but it'll never work. 'Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet
it could have been & every time he kisses you it leaves behind the
bitter taste of saccharine. A bad cover version of love is not the real
thing. Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in. Such great
disappointment when you got him home - the original was so good; the
one you no longer own. & every touch reminds you of just how sweet
it could have been & every time he kisses you, you get the taste
of saccharine. It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect,
when it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong:
It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the two of them could
talk, like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork.
Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV., the second side of "'Til
the Band Comes in", like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he's going
to let you down my friend.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/totp/artists/p/pulp/
October 17, 2002 Human
rights
Music spreads in every crack of this
surrounding me. Always had, music.
Sort of pills, sort of an healing hand for me the CDs, the albums, the
records..."and other two pieces in my music collection, they
can do some better but it's far from heal the affection..."
from HI-FI
Addict lyrics.
The modern rubbish in this field has grown up just like its price, bringin'
it closer to impossible to buy music with regularity, as i did once.
As i did once when i really could count on a CD collection, growin'
up every month and every week, or everytime i had saved enough "dimes".
The word is that we now have a new weapon to defend our rights. Napster
has gone, Audiogalaxy too, and too many others seem to be too difficult
to use or to configure in our natural habitats. But Fabio discovered
the new weapon: i obviously can't tell but, you know, i'm happy for
my collection growin'up again as one time...one year, almost, by now.
Some new titles?
Suede, Dave Mathews Band, MTV unplugged best, Garbage, Everything but
the Girl, Placebo, Lou Reed, The Corrs, Pink Floyd....
...growing, growing, growing...
I'm discovering some pearls this way...PULP, SUEDE, DAVE MATTHEWS BAND,
EVERITHING BUT THE GIRL.....
By the way, just to keep you informed....
The HP mini-soccer tournament has started on Monday, with our team (Men
in Black) winning against the consulting team 2-1.
Lorenzo's keeping the
tournament' site updated.
October 15, 2002 ...
please, please, let me grow old with you
In love with the simple pop...
Politics, ideals, idols and rationality.....AH AHA AHA AHAHA AHA....
This is music, music, music!!!!
Music, music, music!!!
Music...let me grow old with you!
Please.
"We've been crippled in love,
short changed, hung out to dry
We've chalked on the walls a slogan or two about life
Stood dazed in the doorway, the king and queen of clowns
We've been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down
So please, please, let me
grow old with you
After everything we've been through, what's left to prove
so please, please, please, oh please let me grow old with you
We've been living with sorrow,
been up, down and all around
We've buried our feelings a little too deep in the ground
Stood dazed in the doorway, the king and queen of clowns
We've been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down
But tied to the same track,
the two of us look back
At oncoming trains ahead
How many more times can we lay on the line
Watching our love hang by a thread"
October 04, 2002 Sing
Me A Song Mr Bloom
Creeping through the web I recently
felt into this song...
...who knows me knows and understands where my
mind has possibly gone while falling in this... I've been moved...touched...
and i know that I'm always on the same things, and memories, and idols.
But who cares?
Years are spent to leave a sign.
That remains.
In you, in me, in more than us two...but remains.
I'll investigate this guy (Ian Walker)
and this
thing...
...they explain this lyrics tsaying " Mr. Bloom is a character
in the film 'Twilight Zone - The Movie'. He visits homes for old people
and, magically, turns them into children again! (Notes Ian Walker, 'Flying
High')"
Sing Me A Song Mr Bloom
(Ian Walker)
Chorus:
Sing me a song Mr Bloom
You sing and I'll dance around the room
You roll back the years
Dry up my tears
When you sing me a song Mr Bloom
Every day you'll find me as
the world goes rolling by
Sitting in my corner, a sadness in my eye
'Cos I'm minding the time when my world was in its prime
Oh where did it go Mr Bloom
I played life to the limit, I know it's hard to understand
Dancing through the nighttimes, singing with the band
Now the voice is gone and my dancing days were done
Until you came along Mr Bloom
The family and friends I knew, I never see them now
But I'd welcome them with open arms if they could come somehow
'Cos I'm always at home, always alone
Except when you call round Mr Bloom
The sun came smiling from your face when you walked through my door
You lifted up this tired old head from staring at the floor
And you gave back to me a reason to be
Hello again and thank you Mr Bloom
September 30, 2002 Paintings
in blue
...In a couple of weeks the new HP
(Hewlett Packard) mini-soccer tournament will be started, and everyone
seems to be gone mad about it.
Lorenzo, whose site has recently been inserted in my
artifacts section, has built up a
web page dedicated to the event...
We'll wear black uniforms and an obvious name : "Men in Black"!...
...once we were serious people...once.
The weekend in review?....
Gianfranco and Alessandro came to meet and we stayed in armony, i suppose.
Some Gianfranco's friends stayed with us...Giulia and Davide....with
Giulia showing her paintings in blue...paintings in blue deep in a beautiful
historical Rome...
I love people doing things, doing things of this kind: it recalls me
such a kinda life breaktrough. Think that people of this type hide more
things to give than others; but that's a pure digression.
After the weekend had fully passed,
when Gianfranco and Ale went away from Termini, i relaxed my mind walking
in streets i don't know and, not that casually, stopped at "il
posto delle fragole", an italo scandinavian cultural club (culture
club???) : i read on their website about some free swedish language
lessons, so i got into to have a look...maybe i'll do that, we'll see
in the middle of October.
And i feel strange this morning, bit
sad, but mostly nervous...and i don't know why...and that's worse.
September 16, 2002 Happy
Birthday
I was moving for a write about my birthday's
days spent in Rome with some greatest friend...then I turned to lyrics.
Happy birthday
We stayed in ten, eleven and more
trapped in my "hotel suite" in Rome
people came from southern lands,
bringing smiles in sleeping bags
White so white this Monday morning
when they left without a warning
when they soaked this walls to wet
leaving scent I never smelt
The house that lives
the house that breathes
enchanted by this atmosphere
September 11, 2002
And I say Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh what a feeling
- Review of the album 'Berlin' - Lou Reed
It happened in 1973...
It happened when none expected...
It happened suddenly...
...from "Writings"
September 10, 2002 Writings
I created a new section for the site (see the bar above), a new
section regarding things I write down when I'm in the right mood.
This collects some music reviews I'm currently publishing on
epinions.com, amazon.com and other sites like those, some 'everyday
stories' also contained in the Diary section, and some comments
about my latest trips...
August 29, 2002
Epinions.com
I started to publish some music reviews on www.epinions.com.
I won't spend no time to explain what is all that about because you
can easly understand it by the Q&A section of the site.
Anyway...I'm quite exited abuot it: strange, weird thing that an Australian
or a bloke from India can read (and they do!) my thougths about Pulp,
Paolo Conte, The Cure, Elton John, Lou Reed and more...
Find here!
all the things i wrote 'till now.
July 25, 2002
Where's the dark
in all this?
2 nites ago I went to The Cure's live show here in Rome, at the Sadio
Olimpico with Alessandro and a friend of him.
More exactly....Alessandro carried me there. He was absolutely stirred
about it, since a month before the date: The Cure have been some kinda
adolescence idols for him, or a sort of, and i can easly comprehend
that kinda behaviour...
I've never been a fan, but i enjoied it anyway.
Live events have their own soul, their own personality: and a nite out
with friends, on a summer nite, among thousands people standin' in a
field....makes that hollow feeling grow and grow inside of you, and
makes you feel different, more close to the real essence of you, closer
to your body.
Moreover I basically love pop, and The Cure are definitely pop artists.
Their music and songs structures reflect the simple and predictable
melody backbone that sustained the entire 80's british musical scene.
Even their look and the overabused use of keyboards recall that mood.
They mostly differentiate from the barren land of that time thanks to
a couple of reasons:
- their unreleasing tunes that never seemed to come to a why, while
the ripetitive body of the song acquires more credibility and respectability
in your hears, sustaining the whole piece with its personality;
- Robert Smith, primary song writer and guitar player (and real icon
of the band), is one of those artists who completely characterizes a
music act with his voice and the deadpan way of using it.
And where's the dark in all this?
I can hardly find a definition for dark music, if not an obvious soundtrack
of dark behaving and feeling: i'm not an explorer of all the music stuff
distributed all around, but in a true and deep respect of dark culture
i must assert that the philosophy assuming The Cure as an icon of dark
culture was and is still a masquerade!
This is Pop.
Hidden behind a low baritone voice.
Hidden behind a serious pose.
But is Pop.
July 19, 2002
I spy
'I
spy', by Jarvis Cocker (Pulp)!
I would have liked to have written those lyrics! And many other, obviously....but
this one is at the moment my favourite one, by far.
And what is mostly absurd is that i've not yet totally understood what
is all that about! Some kinda Big Brother's eye...on an obhenery.
But again, here's a perfect melt between music and words!
...."Can't you see a giant walks among you seeing through your
petty lives? Do you think I do these things for real? I do these things
just so I survive. And you know I will survive. It may look to the untrained
eye, I'm sitting on my arse all day, I'm biding time until I take you
all on. My Lords and Ladies, I will prevail, I cannot fail. 'Cause I spy"....
July 11, 2002
Live Music
A week among different live concerts....or so it should have been. On
tuesday we finally went to see the Velvet Wild Side at Geronimo's Pub
in Rome. So many time i tryed to see them, but or different reasons
i never did! I read about their new concert on www.loureed.it
, a site i often frequent made up by some great fans of the American
Poet. The music was good, in my opinion: I'm a great lover of Lou's
music and way of interpreting live things, and the singer of the Lou's
cover band had the same way of singing. What i did not appreciate was
their try to imitate sometimes Lou: i wouldn't do the same (better say
i didn't do the same....), but maybe it is
in the essence of a tribute band. But good enough too keep, i state
again. Francesca and Alessandro drove me away, anyway, 'cause they didn't
like the show: i understand that people who are not in the Lou' mood
could never appreciate the art of singing out of metrics and tune...
Yesterday We were greatly exited by the concert of the Gomez at Testacco
village in Rome, and we lived the entire day thinking about it (me and
Ale): the concert was cancelled!!! And we knew it just on the place,
at 10 pm, at the best of our exitation!!! Sad surprise!
Tonite Battiato acoming on Fiesta! but I won't be there: very few people
here in rome sharing my same music passions.....
July 9, 2002 I'm
very prolific lately...
And I'm finding so many inspirational sources lately, that i'm going
down writing lyrics as an obsessed! And the
music is comin' up again as she once used to.
Slim, Ghost, Behind
the Smoke, 11.13.11, are the latest and
i'm almost proud of the results.
I wrote the music, some very simple tunes (maybe too obvious) for Slim
and Ghost, and so i decided to archive them in the Gianni on Trial section.
And I'm still waiting for Dario to write something about 11.13.11. I'll
work on Behind the smoke...
I'm also thinking to restart to fll up this site with the tunes also,
and not only: i just have to find the time and i'll describe the meanings
of the new songs....hold on my dear....hold on...
June 26, 2002 Injured!
Yes, I've been injured.
Since the beginning of June I've been injured. I reported a sprained
ankle while playing soccer, accompained to a micro fracture of the left
malleolus. For 3 weeks I've been forced to remain at home with an immobilized
left leg, and only today (26th of June 2002) she has come to light again....
I've neither been able to update the site, 'cause the old home PC has
been substituted by a brand new, the one from which I'm now writing
down this rubbish...
Sorry, sorry, sorry....will you ever forgive me for leaving you alone
for so long?...
But believe me it's really hard to stay
at home the whole day, with the hottest temperature of the year, almost
immobilized and with boredom possessing you always.
How did i spend those days? I could hardly forget: lazy mornings, lazy
afternoons....playing playstation, writing some lyrics (SLIM), playing
clarinet, reading dozens of Dyan Dog...
The nights went little better: i went out mostly all nites, even
with a broken leg, spending time talking and smoking with my neapolitan
friends: Idid not spend so much consecutive time with them since the
years of the University: a good reason to hurt youself....
The boredom has been also accompained by
the sad elimination of the Italian soccer team from the orld Cup Tournament
in Japan and South Korea. I'll spend just few word to state again that
Vieri is great, the greatest, but our way of interpreting football is
absolutely out of time...
Next Monday I'll return to Rome, where i'll
start again my job, and my unexiting life.
June 1, 2002
New Lyrics for Cinico Blues
Wrote some new lyrics, waiting for Dario to perform it:
"11.13.11"
Went, on Sunday, to "Mercati di Traiano" to visit one of
the exibitions of the 'festival della fotografia'
in Rome: not worth it.
May 27, 2002 On Marco's
terrace.
This last couple of days, spent in Naples, have seen us trying to
free ourselves from the neverending attracting force of the Neapolitan
Historical center...but we did not succeed!
On friday, following the suggestion of Domenico, we tried to get into
a new club called Sputnik, where he said they play good music and
have drinks and entrance for very cheap: a private party was waitin'us
there, and so we turned to the Kinky's bar (a place in the historical
center...) where we danced to some reggae rhytms. By 'us' i mean me,
Dario, Manu, Ciro and some other Dario's friends from the swimming
club.
Saturday was carried on without any notice, with another nite spent
in trying to get through the Sputnik....while some recognizable and
unbeatable call pushed us (me, Dario, Manu, Marco and some others)
in a wine bar...in the historical center!
On this occasion Marco invited us to his home for the nite after,
to enjoi an indian dinner cooked by some indians he's recently hosting...And
so it was that on Sunday we went there to enjoy the nite on his beautiful
terrace, and the company of Marco, Eva, the indians (2), an Irish
guy and 2 other girls(the names i never learned). The food was good,
like all the rest. And I know Manu, Dario and Ciro liked the nite
as well.
What was really disappointing is what happened and how i felt, before
we drove to Marco's house: we had to say goodby to someothers (among
them Alessandro Esposito and Luca Mennella) because we where too much,
and we were not supposed to be when we were invited....so we had to
divide...The fact was that i had to take the decision, or better none
was interested or intended to make a step forward or behind.
The day i gave my vote to Rosario, who was quite nervous on Sunday,
bacause i think of the stress of the last few days.
I've been really happy, anyway, to give my vote to him, feeling as
to contribute to make an his dream come true.
May 23, 2002 I believe
in believers!
The week passed quickly, and i should be not that happy for this.
Anyway, after a couple of nights spent out on the last week end (Zoobar on friday, cafe' latino on saturday) and
a whole sunday passed outside with Mauro
and Silvia (beween Carmen's house for lunch and a World Press Photo show
at the Trastevere Museum),
the rest was really quiet.
On Sunday night we watched Shallow
Grave, a Danny Boyle movie, on VHS: good enough to keep.
Two mini-soccer matches during this week: one on tuesday, one on thursday...and
tough my phisyc does not respond as well as a couple mounths ago...i
scored 2 memorable goals. You would have liked to see them, i guess.
Tomorrow I'm returning to Naples to give
my vote to Rosario
throwing himself in an obsure and sad battle (i think). I fear this
experience would be a bit harmful for a person like him: and i mean
this in every case, however it will end.
Anyway, I believe in believers! And Rosario
is one of those
May 18, 2002 Keep the stereo off for
a while!
So we finally went out on Thursday. Well, hell, i should say I, me,
myself, went out on friday. Me and Domenico Pistillo, more precisely:
all the others? can't understand what's really happening to all of
them (me involved, if not for these last few days) but everyone seems
bored, lazy, and without any will of have fun. Anyway, we really enjoied
the night out. Went as usual, or better as usual it was, to the Classico
Village: the thing was that me and Domenico arrived a bit earlier
than before, almost 11PM, and the place was not that filled as it
is in normal periods. It's starting getting hot here in Rome and places
like those where you can have a beer or whatever outside while the
music reaches your ears from the inside are exactly what my phisyc
and brains wander. Had good time i state again: and we danced till
late to the rythm of rock and revivals music. And I met the most beautiful
girl in the World! And I met the most beautiful girl in the World!
And I met the most beautiful girl in the World!
Is it me? Is it me? Is it me so fascinated to the other sex or what?
Is it me that need some sexual healing....or was she really the most
beatiful girl in the world? Why keep asking? I should and could just
enjoy on her long blond hair and her perfect, perfect body...as far
as i intend a perfect body has to be.... Please remain for another
while in my mind, please.
Right now the vision in my brain moves to Alessandro Esposito....Beck
slips through my mind passing by my right ear, from the stereo of
my room....with his "We live again"....and i don't know why my mind
moves to Alessandro, and it's not because he sent to me the lirycs
of the song to make them appear on this website....and it's not because
of that.....mmmmmm....mmmm...think the sound racalls some emotions,
some looks of him....mmmm...Dario and him often play Beck songs, they're
pretty good not because of their ability with vocals and guitar, but
because they mean it: you know, the beauty and the greatness of some
songs stands in the perfect melt between word, music and expression.
And they have this melt, while playing Beck. And that's why i move
to them whistl listening to that sound....so close to them, so close.
The song's ended right now...and...hei!!!.....my vision turns again
on her...with blond, long, blonde, long hair....and with a body surely
better than the Alessandro's one...
...Think I'll keep the stereo off for while!
May 16, 2002 Personal websites.
.These days i'm working hard on the restructuration of this site.
My inspirational sources are some personal websites taken sailing
the web (web
culture): it's amazing for me to discover how the internet has
created such a subterranean culture, living apart and around all of
us. People are meeting and discussing and showing things and thoughts
on the web, narrating their own life, daily...and the others seem
iterested in it. I admit i'm interested too indeed. Maybe is the the
most interesting thing i'm practicing on the internet by now.
Sometimes i rediscover how this "new technology" (is it gettin older
now?) can really fit the idea of free expression and art, at far as
i mean it...
The last few days have washed away without any new to remember: i
don't know why, i'm getting more and more lazy....Till last mounth
i used to be more active and energic, going round every night, serching
for places to meet people and have fun. So now it's quite far from
the list time i remember i enjoied myself that much, and i'm no more
swimming as i've dove for the last 6 mouths...For tonite i'm hardly
triing to organize a gig out to one of the places we used to go when
we were 'better': The classico village here in Rome...i'll
try to swim this evening, before i go there...we'll see
May 13, 2002
Another week end spent in Naples....and again not so much to tell.
I'll remember these days as the days we helped (or we tried so) Mimmo
to stay up end recover after Paola had left him.
May 10, 2002 I'm again
with a clarinet!
So far from the last time I updated this page....Couple
of mounth spent between Paris, Amsterdam
and Rome (my life isn't so boring as it seems sometimes). The trip
in Paris was weird and terrific and so I really relaxed my poor brains....i
deserved this! "This is meaningless" is not yet completed....sometimes
I'm too lazy. And Hey!!!, I started to read again "On the Road" by
Jack Kerouac...a book that changed my life! In some way i'm trying
to reshape it again (my life) and so i'm trying to find ispiration
somewhere...Mom and Dad came here in Rome last week, and we found
a good hose to buy....we'll see...
I'm again with a clarinet!
Yes I found an used clarinet on sale searching on portaportese, and
so i decided to buy it back. It's an old passion that comes alive
again: i used to play it when i was 17. I have a clarinet again now,
even if i'm not takin' it seriously: i think (and that's really dangerous!)
it's a part of me, havin' it i mean, and i thought it was a good idea
to have one again in my room.
Sometimes i play it, or try to. Have printed some tabs dowloaded from
the web and it's getting really harder to restart.
There're some symbols in my life that represent the beginning of something,
something like a powerful seal from what everything starts. And so
it comes Lou Reed for Rock music, Elton John for Pop, Clarinet for
instruments, London for my discovering passion, maths for science...
I found very important in these days to find again alone with myself
and the thigs I like to do: play music (in every way), listen to it,
draw, thinking alone, write songs.....
May 3, 2002
A week end spent in Naples....but no so much to tell.
Went on a free concert of some ethnic african groups on Friday, then
on Saturday we spent the nite in a nice place in the Historical center,
listening to live music (country) and drinking beer and wine. Sunday
passed as usual: Sunday boring Sunday.
March 8, 2002
Gianfranco came to meet us in Rome for just one night....Rome was
upside down for the Women's day, and there was no way to enter in
a Pub or a night club. So we returned at home, had some cakes...
March 7, 2002
Not so much to tell. An anonimous working day. Updated my site with
some new lyrics from Placebo: Slave to the Wage and Special K. Went
to Luca and Marzia's house for dinner: pleasant as usual.
March 6, 2002
Ilaria's Birthday. We all went to her house in the evening to party:ma,
Fabio, Lorenzo, Assunta, Laura, Barbara and, of course, Ilaria.
March 4, 2002
First time alone to a Customer (Aereoposrti di Roma) as an HP sr:
not that bad. Started working on some new lyrics : "This is meaningless"
March 3, 2002
Sunday boring Sunday....at the end of the day I met a girl, but I
left too soon....sometimes I hate the destiny!
March 2, 2002
Yue' le'
Spent a week end in Naples after about one mounth in Rome. This is
a day to remember: I had my tattoo (yue' le'  : music, happy, glad, enjoyable) ....a bit harmful, but worth.The
night we went in a club located in the historical center (as usual)
with music and people dancing; too small but enjoyable.
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