Music

I have three strokes of luck, in my view. Among others, mind you; and then think about it: I’m a man, white, heterosexual, western, bourgeois in practice, and there are millions of people in the world who can’t afford to have strokes of luck. I get to grumble, plenty of others don’t. Anyway, I was saying, I’m lucky. I’m lucky because in my life as a listener of alternative Italian music, from his very first album, I grew attached to listening to Caparezza¹. And I’ve seen many of his concerts since then.

Maybe, for the first time in my life, after trying dozens of them and reselling them or sending them back because they hurt or bothered me behind the ears due to the temples of my glasses, maybe I’ve found the over-ear headphones that, in addition to having an exceptional sound for my expectations, don’t hurt behind the ears: the Major IV by Marshall. What a treat. And what a hell of a basses.

‘Se Natale nun venesse ‘cchiù,
chi chiagnesse ‘e lacreme ‘cchiù amare?
‘e commercianti o ‘e creature?