Uto Ughi, kikaze? huh? How? A violinist? world famous? And what the hell does he know about music, Kilopay, it’s just a rosicon, awesome Damiano with stockings, awesome girlfriend of Damiano, awesome Vic with band-aids on her boobs she doesn’t have. This Ugo Ughi is in Rosicà because i male they’re famous and he’s not, they’re playing around and he’d like them, they’ve got covers and he doesn’t bug anyone.
Uto Ughi needs no introduction, those who know him know who he is, those who don’t know who he is, even if you explain it to him, don’t understand because he’s illiterate in terms of expressive, artistic, ethical , moral and mental code. And what did the virtuoso say? A trifle, in the end he even went easy: “The Maneskins are an insult to culture and art”. As if the sun is shining high in the sky. Ughi, it’s clear, thinks like an advanced classical musician, with all the pride, arrogance and limitations of his role: he has in the past used many disparaging words for popular genres, for rock, which he doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand and, as Flaiano said, “I don’t understand it and I don’t like it”.
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But there is nothing to understand here, or rather there is nothing to understand. Among the hairstyles that show the true faces of these anonymous prophets of the void, zero radiance, nothing. Behind the pyre of vanities, ashes of nothing. Strange that fools still don’t have access to them, but not so strange if they weren’t fools the Mother of Everything teaches maleWanna Marchi, “they should be screwed”.
Also good. If that’s not enough for you, the bizarre wedding ceremony of the 4 for the launch of the new Horrid record is offered hurry; Repubblica, what else?, the farce celebrates hagiographically: Hollywood: “Baz Luhrmann, Machine Gun Kelly, Manuel Agnelli, Cathy La Torre, Fletcher Donohue, Paulo Dybala, Lorenzo Pellegrini, Oriana Sabatini, Fedez, Sabrina Impacciatore, Sylvia De Fanti, Benedetta Porcaroli, Shablo, Floria Sigismondi, and Jason Rothman. The evening started with a little thriller: Former Gucci boss Alessandro Michele introduced the band, but for more than ten minutes the scene remained empty, the band didn’t enter and nobody knew what to do. Then finally the triumphant entry and the most awaited moment: The marriage is celebrated in the name of Apollo god of music A very spectacular “altar” with large candelabra and red flowers was set up in the room, and the brochure illustrating the group’s new album was placed in each of the chairs that awaited the guests. Damiano, Victoria, Ethan and Thomas were all four dressed in white, each with a bouquet of red flowers to say yes.”
Rest assured that in a year they will be saying no, i.e. H. Free exit, the three supplements for a walk on the streets of Rome and the so-called singer kuloinmostra in the solo race. be artistically little or nothing at all, he will find himself so lonely who will start reunions like Pooh and Rich and Poor only they’re not 30 yet and dupes go oooh. Everything was already planned.
Another big scam, like that of the Sex Pistols, who didn’t know much but are from the rock pantheon by comparison. Yeh, kittipaga, rosikone, they played with Iggy Pop and Tom Morello. You don’t even know who it is. They opened for the Rolling Stones. Yes, with Keith Richards muttering: who the hell are these? keep her away from me Money opens all doors when your name is Agnelli, even Manuel, you know it well, but for heaven’s sake let’s forget the rockthe music, the talent, the credentials that roll into the graves.
Males are an insult to culture and art: if we really have to blame His Majesty Uto Ughi, it is out of utter banality, even if it has to be said every now and then that the Battleship Potemkin is crazy bullshit. Battleship Maneskin not even that it’s social dust it’s nothing the new record costs like a green transition because they put the worst of the global music business into it it sucks and we’re guaranteed to stay. It also doesn’t pretend to do anything else, they’re there to make money while it lasts. As long as dupes allow themselves to be bullied.
Don’t shoot the violinist, just shoot the reporter, who will then repent a moment later, much less move on to the next piddino-globalist escapades.
Max Del Papa, January 20, 2023