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La nostalgia, secondo me, è il sentimento che ti fa vivere peggio. Ti aliena, Ti estranea, del tutto dalla realtà e spesso finisce col divenire insopportabile. Alzi la mano chi non ha mai pensato di scaraventare fuori dal finestrino del metrò in corsa un vecchio che ripete in loop: << Hai tempi miei... i giovani d'oggi... blablabla...>>. Quelli invece che dicono che quando c'era Lui i treni partivano in orario vanno direttamente torturati come solo Mr. Blondie sa fare. La nostalgia è una rottura di palle ma al giorno d'oggi, dove si vive schizzando, dove tutto deve essere bello e pulito, dove un comunista è per forza di cose un reazionario, è assolutamente inevitabile e cosa ancora più triste è essere nostalgici verso qualcosa non vissuta realmente... in questo sono un campione. Nessuno mi batte.
Ormai si è in molti a pensare che la musica attuale, al di là del genere, sa di poco o quasi nulla. Un mio amico dice che è una cosa fisiologica in quanto, per una valutazione storica, le cose vanno catalogate e giudicate con un certo distacco sentimentale e temporale. Per me è una grossolana stronzata. La musica attuale, più che per l'opera stessa, fa cagare per una questione di formato. Ora si ha a disposizione ottanta minuti di CD e una qualsiasi etichetta ne pretende almeno cinquanta, cioè un doppio vinile, uno "Zen Arcade", un "Double Nickel On The Dime"... ovvero si pretende un'opera sovraumana.
Vittima della modernità [anzi della post-modernità (il post fa sempre molto intellettuale)], oltre l'uomo, è l'EP, miglior tramite per le miniaturizzate canzoni hardcore.
I Descendents prima di realizzare il loro capolavoro ("Milo Goes To College"), tanto utile ai qualitativamente sotto terra complessini "punk-rock (notare le virgolette, please)" americani degli anni 90, diedero alle stampe, nel 1981, questo EP: "Fat" (poi allargato a Bonus Fat).
Sono otto canzoni in appena sei minuti e sono solo hardcore, quindi niente strofe o ritornelli rilevanti, zero assoli, zero di tutto e se non hai niente da dire te ne stai a casa senza chiamare tizio a produrre, caio a reggere la chitarra e sempronio a premere il distorsore. La loro vena melodica, fantascienza per l'hardcore del tempo, in questo EP non è ancora presente. Volendo fare gli sboroni si può dire che non erano ancora un gruppo maturo, ma chi se ne frega. I Descendents erano un gruppo di Nerds sfigatissimi e sono persone senza creste o buchi (Milo, il cantante, lasciò il gruppo per tornare all'università. Dopo il dottorato in biochimica ora è un ricercatore).
L'hardcore, insomma, era solo passione, rabbia, incosapevolezza, onestà e adolescenza... ovvero, tutto quello per cui provo nostalgia.
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01 My Dad Sucks (00:37)
Judgment time again, who's on the shit list this time around
Whose friends can we pick and tell them how to live
Value judgment hide, it's a-comin' our way
He's just a jerk himself, tryin' to earn his own
He goes to the bar to get his girl
But the rich he's got ain't what it's worth
Says he needs his little sexual push
Says two in the hand's worth one in the bush
Because he's just a pain in the ass
He's a thorn in my side
Why can't he leave me alone?
Instead of running my life?
02 Mr. Bass (02:06)
Mr. Bass lies waiting in his kelpy room
Waiting, til comes doom
He comes and them he goes
He sees Orca and then he knows
And I can see Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
I can feel Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
I can taste Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
I can smell Mr. Bass tomorrow
We finished the island with a broken motor
We went knockin' on the bass' door
They were biting at alarming rate
Mr. Bass he was irate
Mr. Bass takes a beating
Billy boy must keep eating
Old Pat he must be burning
Looks like his stomach's turning
He feeds on the centipedes
He lies behind in a greenish hue
He'll eat whatever, he'll even eat you
Mr. Bass, he knows my hook
'Cause I've been reading them bassin' books
Mr. Bass takes a beating
Billy boy must keep eating
Old Pat he must be burning
Looks like his stomach's turning
He feeds on the centipedes
03 I Like Food (00:17)
I like food! Food tastes good!
I like food! Food tastes good!
Juicy burgers, greasy fries,
Turkey legs and raw fish eyes
Teenage girls, with ketchup too!
Get out of my way, or I'll eat you
I like food, food tastes good!
I like food, food tastes good!
I'm going to turn dining back into eating
I like food! Food tastes good!
I like food! Food tastes good!
04 Hey Hey (01:33)
Hey hey what do you say?
About our state of affairs
Hey hey what do you know?
Are you ready to go?
Go! Go! Go! Go!
If you think that everything's ok
then go on home and lock your brain away
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? Ready!
Hey hey what do you say?
About our state of affairs
Hey hey what are you for?
Are you ready for war?
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Now's the time to defend
your worthless life!
Are you going to kill, or be liked?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? Ready! To die?
06 Global Probing (01:07)
It takes a long time to get what you want
No matter how hard you try , it just won't come
But you keep on tryin', and you don't give up
and it's really silly, and it's all in vain
and if you don't stop you're going to go insane
cause it takes a long time to get what you want
no matter how hard you try, it just won't come
But you keep on tryin', and you don't give up
and it's really silly, and it's all in vain, and
You could be doing other things
You could be doing what you want, but you
keep on tryin' and you don't give up
and it's really silly, and it's
all in vain and if you don't stop
you're going to go insane
It's all in vain and if you don't stop
you're going to go insane
Insane! Insane! Insane! Insane!
It's all in vain, and if you don't stop
you're going to go insane
knew you would
She don't need no one
And she don't need me
07 Ride the Wild (02:30)
Well you've messed around with all my friends
and everyone you've seen
You know you're tryin' to ride the wild
when you mess around with me
And all my friends tell me they see
you out on the town
And they all look down upon you with some
pity and a frown
Bankshot baby, saw through your eyes
See ya' run around with a thousand other guys
tell them all your newly thought up lies
you don't want to be wanted by someone else new
if you can't show some love for me then
I don't want to see you
Girl you got me runnin', why can't you see?
Lately when I wake up it's on the wrong side of the bed
and I know your voice distinctly, it reverberates my head
And all my friends tell me they see you out on the town
they see you're tryin' to ride the wild, but
the word's been passed around
Ride the wild baby, you like to ride all night
Ride the wild baby, I'm sure you're not so tight
come on baby, give me a try
you don't want to be wanted, by someone else new
if you can't trust a liar, then I don't want to trust you
Girl you got me runnin', why can't you see?
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