George Harrison, a gardener’s life

  The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   “I am a very humble person. I don’t want to stay in the music industry full time, because I’m a gardener. I plant flowers and watch them grow. I don’t go to events or parties. I’m at home and look at the flowing river.”…

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The Banksy sign

The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   I go down the stairs. The lift is needed by the workers who are working on the condo drain and in the next two tenants are grilling the janitor, worried that the column is not tampered with. I peep into the mailbox, where deadlines and…

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Rock around the clock

The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   Surely Rock and roll hasn’t changed things in the world, but surely many people’s lives would have been different without rock and roll. More or less I wrote this (sometimes I don’t remember even the exact text of my books) at some point in On…

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That most excellent order of rock

  The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   Pack leader of a falsely soporific Liverpool where hundreds of bands exported the Mersey’s sound in addition to the stagnant mould in their cellars, the Beatles became kings of that London very chic by day and joyful by night, where a starving press was…

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On the stones, she founded a rock band

    The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   November 1960. If the British government had not announced the end of compulsory conscription, the history of rock music would have had a different path. Many could not know it at that time, nothing had happened yet, but that announcement simultaneously united thousands…

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Rock novel

The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   All the money we made them make was ending up in little black boxes, then mounted on those fucking American bombers to bomb that fucking North Vietnam. I would have preferred the Mafia to Decca Records. Keith Richards said it, when he found out that…

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Andy Warhol

  The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   Back from the exhibition on Warhol at Palazzo Cipolla in Via del Corso in Rome (last day yesterday, one hour in line), I was left fascinated by his figure. In my opinion, Andy represents the artist of the future by antonomasia, he proclaimed and…

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