thrown 20 years - birthday FUCKTOTUM 
"...cara celeste nostalgia..." mi pare che quel lamentoso di Cocciante cantasse così un po' di anni fa e più o meno questo è stato il leit motiv che mi ha sospinto attraverso l'avventurosa serata di venerdì scorso. Un avvenimento underground senza precedenti e che non avrà una replica: la serata dedicata al compleanno dei Fucktotum. Non tutti conoscono questa band punk-hardcore attiva nel torinese da vent'anni giusti giusti e pochi magari avrebbero scommesso su this longevity. Instead, to the sound of extreme irreverence and politically incorrect jabs associated with 'the funny picture, all woven on a musical texture with teeth for sale, the FT found their way through these four decades, giving the prints 6 albums - "It only remains the roccheroll "(1992)" Inside the toilet of a bar "(2000)" I hate nature "(2002)" The old saw UFOs "(2004)" Cerebroloser "(2007) and the latest work has just been published" Scrotomanzia "(2009) - and ending shoulder to make even the likes of the Misfits (with Marky Ramone of the Ramones and Dez Cadena of Black Flag). Being invited to be part of the bands that would open the evening, well, it could only be a honor. The stereotypes of rock and punk were all in great abundance, local dark except for the lights of the stage, beer enough to overturn the most restless even before the concert, black leather jackets and the occasional crest
ona colored. Camerini, this time, also equipped with beer and a great movement up and down the backstage. And here's the news. We'll be playing for second as well, with the timing that always makes us rock stars superdesiderate, the famous call of "Where the fuck you are, it's up to you soon!" comes as we are still a few hundred meters away from the concert, engaged in manducatorie against piadine Valle d'Aosta. We thus discover che la concezione del tempo di Simone è quasi pari alla sua abilità manuale. Io resto a camminare ad una spanna da terra dato che un'ora e mezza prima ho avuto l'ardire di suonare un paio di brani proprio con i Fucktotum (in realtà mi trovavo sul palco per caso, stavo buttando un' occhiata alla batteria, me li sono trovati intorno ed abbiamo colto l'occasione per fare un minimo di soundcheck, so per certo che loro non si autoincensano, hanno una forte autoironia, ma suonare "Outing" con chi l'ha fatta, beh, è una figata!). La performance dei Bizzarri in effetti è stata un po' frettolosa, tre brani snocciolati non senza imperfezioni davanti ad una platea composta quasi prevalentemente da fans degli ospiti d'onore. Un audio disastroso on stage, but no one has launched nothing blunt. The show has continued with the performance of three other bands and the final concert grand and overwhelming (with almost 40 songs in a playlist) of Fucktotum. I have not asked them how they found the whole evening, for me it was great fun and a great satisfaction. Only three boys had the courage to make a few comments, promptly riferitoci spies who faithfully follow us and infiltrate, so, not having been able to do it in person because I was playing, I set out a couple of concepts here hoping to read, Unfortunately, although it will be difficult
1) If you could not stand the metalheads go somewhere else, because the concert was announced as the hardcore-punk-rock and not as a brass quintet. Anyway, we are not metalheads, before speaking try to understand the differences, with distorted guitars you do many things, including a slide up your ass on the side of the case, possibly a Gibson Flying V. With distortion on, of course.
2) None of us forty years. But I gladly take the time that separates me from that fateful age kicking in the ass until I bring you in front of people ask me why I have not yet decided to have a child. Fortunately, there's spit like you to remember not to commit such an error. If anything
mi venisse in mente.
Colgo infine l'occasione per ringraziare i FT per l'ospitalità, per la fiducia e per averci annoverati nei crediti di copertina del loro ultimo disco. GRAZIE !
IL PASSATO E' NOTO, IL FUTURO E' SCROTO !!!
is you who wins, you are the beautiful. I have already framed the times of the medium, did not want to do shit, cut classes, copiavate class assignments. You were cocky and arrogant but did you know to get by the skin of our teeth. With the prompt answer and expression from Marlon Brando solemnly and playful cazziatoni by professors who, or because you were good at playing football or to reward a dormant instinct of rebellion in them and never saw that still flicker in your insolence, I placed a six-year forward next. In the face of those who were on deck all year and barely pulled out a seven. With the skill of the rogue and having elected the permanent home to pockets of their hands, I have seen you excel in wandering from bar to bar, going to companies other miscreants, but the largest and most wise, eager to teach the sublime art of breaking balls of others, if you had not yet sufficiently learned. Finally, all we have witnessed your triumphs in every area, because he who breaks the balls to the other with his hands in his pockets and his face Marlon Brando always arrives very, very far. We have seen your skill in getting ordinary people to admire and appreciate the talents of the people smart. We looked at the keys of the gate of the orchard with the King-Please, use well ...- and you can loot all the half ruined crops, leaving the ground, just for the sake of being able to do, and then run away with smiles on white shining powerful cars. 
gunpowder that servirà per fare scoppiare questo putrido organismo che vi ha accolti come figli prediletti. 
