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Following my purpose of losing weight, today I rode my bike to work. And I took my mp3 player with me, and listened to Gianluca Petrella; at the beginning I was scared, 'cause the recension was saying Italian avantgard Jazz, and usually avantgard is the label that a recensionist uses to show off and avoid admitting that piece of music is hopelessy ugly. Petrella was everything else, experimental of course, but the way research oughts to be: some experiments will fail, but most will succeed, and by the way, it's a lot of fun. So I listened to turntables, trombones, double-bass and saxs, pianos and rhodes, all in different mixes and composition.

While riding, I realized that people might be surprised to discover I listen to this kind of music while biking, and asked myself what kind of music do the others listen to. Every time I crossed someone with her headphones on, I wanted to rip them off, and listen. Would it be some shitty commercial staff? Some 70s rock? Is it something I don't know? And, if I don't, would I want to know it, would I like the music? How much music is there out there, that I don't know, that I am missing now? Discouraged, I turned to mythology:

Delle tre la prima e’ dolce e paffuta
La seconda ha una classe infinita
E la terza un bell’andar
Leonino e muscolar, cosa devo far?

Me dicettene e’ purta’ un pomo d’oro
E di consegnarlo ad una di loro
Gia’ che c’ero n’ accattai
Quattro chili e li guardai
Belli, belli assai

Me, tu devi scegliere me
Il premio lo dai a me

Io m’addimanne e cche’, neh!
Vanno cercanno ste tre

Ho le natiche piu’ tonde del mondo
Ho negli occhi un bel mistero profondo
E io tengo un bell’andar
Leonino e muscolar, tu chi vuo’ premiar?

Statte zitte che pe’ ffa’ a’ pummorola
Comme zeus commanna int’a casseruola
Ci va il tempo che ci va
Trallallero trallalla’
Oue’ chi vo’ pruva’
Me, dammene nu poco a mme’
‘na cucchiarata, ecche’, neh
Chella lussuria che te,’ oue’
Un ultimo assaggio pe’ mme’

Poi la storia racconto’ tutt’e cose
Di tre dee tutt’e tre vanitose
Che vulettene, vois-la’!
Miss italia organizza’,
Hue’, chi vuo’ mbruglia’?

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