Every now and then, among all the rubbish, a pearl appears in the newspapers. Here Marcello Veneziani, one of the very few journalists/writers worth reading, describes perfectly the sickness of today's society.
I watch with detachment as some intellectuals and people of good sense try to reason with the herd of zombies whose only aim is to bite and tear apart. Zombies cannot understand, they are unable to reason, they have nothing human left, they are already dead.
Anyone with a minimum of critical capacity can see it in the dramatic pandemic comedy, where the blessed serum solution is clearly the cause of health problems far more serious than those it was supposed to overcome.
I am convinced that the ecstasy of beauty strikes you only if you have earned it; the pleasure that comes from what is in front of you exists only when accompanied by a certain degree of effort and physical suffering.
Years ago we went to a country bluegrass festival in San Francisco. This year, with the idea of touring the US in a camper van, since the dates matched, we decided to set off from San Francisco itself and take part in the same festival.
The values that were, and should still be, the foundation of sports fandom in team sports in general and in football in particular have been totally lost.
On 9 April 2022 Sum Of R come to visit us at the Cascina from Finland, for their only Italian date. I didn't know this musical project, but as soon as I listened I lit up (or perhaps darkened, considering how "black" their music is): super drones, experimentation, psychedelia, incredibly deep doom sounds, with those lovely frequencies that vibrate from your stomach to your brain. It was love at first listen.
In some parts of the world, and everywhere until relatively very recently, we are talking about a couple of centuries, free thinking and dissent were not permitted and were suppressed by force. It was not possible to question social and religious dogmas: in other words, you could not dissent without risking your life. Today dissenting and doubting are permitted, but it seems that only a tiny percentage of people truly have the real ability or desire to use this right. Most people like to stay in the group, protected by the herd.
I saw my first Cronenberg film when I was a teenager. The film was ExistenZ and I was 16. A very particular age, the one in which your body changes and transforms, in which you learn (or try) to get comfortable with it, even though it feels utterly alien. I mention this because discovering Cronenberg at precisely this stage of life can be either extremely disturbing or utterly attractive. And far more often, both things at the same time.
As happens during the Christmas holidays, the summer ones too bring back the urge to watch horror films. Madam TV, educator of the '80s–'90s generation, well aware of this, has always started offering us, in the July–August period, some rather chilling films in which happy, lively young people, ready to enjoy their holidays, are butchered by masked maniacs, sharks, piranhas, dark entities, dream characters and the like (more or less).
Die Antword are one of the most absurd and crazy musical projects around at the moment, an absolutely unique South African hip-hop group made up of Ninja, Yolandi Visser and Dj Hi-Tek.
Einstürzende Neubauten are a band formed in the 1980s, influenced mainly by the industrial of Throbbing Gristle and by krautrock, but also by the artistic avant-gardes of the early 20th century.