The title of this post could be the title rubrichina of a new Roman , the sister of one dedicated to crackers (which I have at the moment suspended only because looking at the pages of the newspapers that there would be clogged).
Paraculo Who are the demands? A closer look, perhaps, a subcategory of those scoundrels Italic. There are countless children of fathers who came to fame thanks to the surname, not satisfied with the position reached but who knows why (surplus hypothesis: perhaps because they have a guilty conscience?) Feel the need to point out that no, they are not of Paraculo. With success, fame and money (in addition to the family, since, as you know, it always rains in the wet) arrived with their talent, many sacrifices and hard work. And their fathers and their mothers do not have them helped at all, in fact, encouraged them to do it yourself and improve, get busy, never to be satisfied, without giving them no satisfaction, no compliment for free. But instead of educating them with great severity the exercise of the 'art'.
Now, it seems to me that they lose, all telling the same stories (do not put even agree among themselves to introduce some variations on the theme), even that little bit of dignity that could keep enjoying the undeserved success and quietly good good. But in times like these, marked by a wave of post immoral arrogance of power, which no longer has any bank resistance to him, the little children do not simply enjoy Paraculo in the silence of its privileged position. And they continue to chatter in their path to success full of obstacles, pain, stinging defeats, but also victorious perseverance. And this makes me even more unbearable.
A suspect was already in possession of the ideal qualities to be cited as an example of the class, and now, after the interview today Republic (Get a pitiful veil even on the shocking complicity of the newspapers with these powerful), we confirmation of the ideal mascot, is certainly Jessica Einaudi, suppose that the name is a rising star of porn movies. Instead, he happens to be the daughter of the most useless, tasteless and non-existent "Pianist" and "composer" (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!) that infects with its cumbersome presence of the Italian music scene, and unfortunately also abroad, thanks only to the famous surname. Not having him enough, now we have to put up with the baby of the family, that is precisely the young and equally useless, tasteless and non-existent girl "singer." With its pointless, tasteless and non-existent musician boyfriend, with whom he formed the duo, brace yourselves, La Blanche Alchimie; the typical name that is so cool, so intellectual, so eccentric, so cryptic. Moreover, some time ago we had Republic propionate servizietto leccaculo the couple on radical-chic, of course served with the ubiquitous side dish dedicated to the originality of the Milanese house of the two (she's stubborn curly hair, which is much neohippie-vintage, his bare feet, suggesting the intense contact with the natural size): "the space where they invent music ", also called" the house of the joints, "as full of" evocative objects, escape mental tools "and" global influences, "and studying" blue Greece, where Jessica flees to write. " He took refuge from what? And above all, to write what? Mysteries of faith, the press frames compliant.
Seeing the photo shoot, I thought our house and our people. Our talents ignored, to our labors true, not fake, our genuine, burning disappointment. And I'm pissed as a bbbbestia. Paraculo Who are the demands? A closer look, perhaps, a subcategory of those scoundrels Italic. There are countless children of fathers who came to fame thanks to the surname, not satisfied with the position reached but who knows why (surplus hypothesis: perhaps because they have a guilty conscience?) Feel the need to point out that no, they are not of Paraculo. With success, fame and money (in addition to the family, since, as you know, it always rains in the wet) arrived with their talent, many sacrifices and hard work. And their fathers and their mothers do not have them helped at all, in fact, encouraged them to do it yourself and improve, get busy, never to be satisfied, without giving them no satisfaction, no compliment for free. But instead of educating them with great severity the exercise of the 'art'.
Now, it seems to me that they lose, all telling the same stories (do not put even agree among themselves to introduce some variations on the theme), even that little bit of dignity that could keep enjoying the undeserved success and quietly good good. But in times like these, marked by a wave of post immoral arrogance of power, which no longer has any bank resistance to him, the little children do not simply enjoy Paraculo in the silence of its privileged position. And they continue to chatter in their path to success full of obstacles, pain, stinging defeats, but also victorious perseverance. And this makes me even more unbearable.
A suspect was already in possession of the ideal qualities to be cited as an example of the class, and now, after the interview today Republic (Get a pitiful veil even on the shocking complicity of the newspapers with these powerful), we confirmation of the ideal mascot, is certainly Jessica Einaudi, suppose that the name is a rising star of porn movies. Instead, he happens to be the daughter of the most useless, tasteless and non-existent "Pianist" and "composer" (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!) that infects with its cumbersome presence of the Italian music scene, and unfortunately also abroad, thanks only to the famous surname. Not having him enough, now we have to put up with the baby of the family, that is precisely the young and equally useless, tasteless and non-existent girl "singer." With its pointless, tasteless and non-existent musician boyfriend, with whom he formed the duo, brace yourselves, La Blanche Alchimie; the typical name that is so cool, so intellectual, so eccentric, so cryptic. Moreover, some time ago we had Republic propionate servizietto leccaculo the couple on radical-chic, of course served with the ubiquitous side dish dedicated to the originality of the Milanese house of the two (she's stubborn curly hair, which is much neohippie-vintage, his bare feet, suggesting the intense contact with the natural size): "the space where they invent music ", also called" the house of the joints, "as full of" evocative objects, escape mental tools "and" global influences, "and studying" blue Greece, where Jessica flees to write. " He took refuge from what? And above all, to write what? Mysteries of faith, the press frames compliant.
But then I thought me and Cristiano immortalized as the two radical-chic: me with hair to air (the potential is there), he with his pants model "we have water at home" and the bare foot . And I thought it looked two morons. Just as it seems (or maybe I am?) These two, instead they want us to be interesting and special at all costs. Because she is called Einaudi, and if you already his father is not at all interesting and unique, but is called Einaudi and must be interesting and unique, you must apply for the same simple rules. And so on for generations and generations. Then
I came to blurt a laugh that ended more and I passed the incazzatura.
It 's true that "a laugh bury them."
Laura
PS for those who want to enjoy the full service Republic some time ago, and also to show that what I write is documented here is the link: http://milano.repubblica.it/ cronaca/2010/09/18/news/jessica_einaudi_federico_albanese_nello_spazio_dove_inventano_musica-7208901 /
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