Yesterday I was one of the many Zappafans I was expecting to see, it was fully forecasted — after all. It has been a day of details, of marvel and thoughts. I attended the full immersion about Frank Zappa (the serious side of him) at the Barbican Center. Three events…

Anno dopo anno, decennio dopo decennio, da quella malsana idea della Coca-cola… Il nostro caro Babbo Natale, sempre presente, instancabile, durante guerre, pandemie, catastrofi naturali, monsoni, tempeste di sabbia. Entra in farmacia, ha un forte mal di testa, e non ha ancora finito il mega turno. “Buonasera, avrei bisogno di…

Down here you can hear different forms of silence. When the wind calms completely down, or when it’s hot and the air around you gets soft and warm, or when it’s dark and my ears try to grab any sound out there in the dark. Sometimes I can hear all…

I can’t remember when my name turned into Gold. As a matter of fact, it may be my real name, nevertheless. I’m happy Phat made an album with his brother Ivan, and the news he wrote a guitar solo thinking of me really makes me a happy guy down here…

My name is Gold and I live at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. I can’t remember anymore if this was my choice or I had to, or they put me here coercively. Let me rephrase that. I can’t remember if this was my parents’ idea, or if this was…

Ieri ho visto un ragazzo correre di traverso in mezzo alla strada, inseguito da una commessa del supermercato vicino casa mia. La probabilità che si trattasse di un caso di “shoplifting” era altissima, come la spocchia con la quale il fuggitivo, presa distanza dall’inseguitrice (che non era proprio in forma)…

Non sopporto l’idea di scrivere come qualcuno ha già fatto prima di me. L’idea di fare una foto che qualcun altro ha già fatto. Ho pensato poco fa che vorrei essere un serpente e lasciare via la mia vecchia pelle, per una nuova. Ma quanti già avranno detto questo? Il…

It had to be Cortez, I should have written it more clearly in my notes. Anyway, let’s say it was definitely Cortez, near the southern border of Colorado. I was in a motel, and I arrived late, as usual. Late check in at night and leaving early in the morning…

It’s very hot today in Southern California. The waiter arrives. Really, it’s blazing hot in Southern California today. Tony the American smiles exaggeratedly at the half-cheerful-half-slave little man, taking his glass of pina colada tequila boom boom straight from the tray. “Thank you very much, Jeremy!” But Jeremy is not…