Today i've succesfull upload the teaser that I have edit months ago for the shortmovie that i will direct soon, you can to see it in preview in this space, enjoy it and remember, "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth".
Today I seat here in front of the PC, in the office where i work, outside rainy very hard, the thought about the short week removes bad thoughts denied to you that are usual on monday/tuesday. I dont know what I want to say now, here, in this space, many things fluctuatein my skull, between all the movie that soon i will start to direct, the ideas are many, and for now they seem can be folded to the means that I decide. In my head there e' also Gabriel, the brother of one my great friend, he's a boy as rareI have some meets, does not know if it is its tranquillity or the look of a sweet and delicate animal but to see him is always a great joy, after little words exchanged with him saturday at "Libera", the decision of wanting him for the 2° director and actor in one of the roles has taken foot i'm sure sure that will be a remarkable exchange of experiences,and he have already direct two small movies very interesting.
The other side of my mind it's full of women, their thought, their scent, their hands that dance with sweet harmony, in this last weeks i had the occasion to know in the community of FRAPPR several girls, all different between they, and that is fantastic, and to chat with they, has replaced to focus some aspects of my life that or I had forgotten or lost about sight, i feel my self not different, but strange, , perhaps the fact that this boom has coincided with the beginning of summer has helped, the hormones travel in the air in chaotic twisters, they getting naked, they watch you, smiles and run away... the mind begins to burn, the thoughts flys and it's chaos. This is the weekend that i along waited for, I put also a year on the heap, and therefore it's the moment to make noisy fun, it's time to drink, to smoke and to have women everywhere my eyes can see (remembers me Denmark...), to be with the friends, and to also remain children running on the mechanicstairs of life.
Now the rain came down slowly, some people protect they're head with the umbrella while they walk busy, I'm seated, but my mind it's like a chaotic city, a sea of thoughts that meets, float and sink always this aquarius of bones that it's my skull. and then we enjoy the Aquarius and its strange fish... FOREVER STRONGER THAN ALL! RED
This is a letter to thanks Rob Zombie, even if he not read it , and the possibility is so rare, i've decided to publish it in my space, let a freeway to my thoughts and ovations towards the former frontman of the White Zombie. Two days ago I was seated in the cinema Raffaello , with a single thought, "in the end i'm here, after two years waiting here we are to see his new movie, it seems a dreambreak when darkness come down and the motor of the floodlight had begun to roll and the first images slid on the screen. What I have seen it's unique opera, an art work, an injection of "heavy metal" in the world of the movie, why that's it Rob has made, resumed red-adapt and reinventated one of the beautiful kind of horror of always, made of blood, crazy families, desert, sick motels and madness... madness without limits where the blood on the screen is the less frightful thing, where intestine on the floor are days of sun and the mutilated corpses are little teddy bears; the true fear raise from the mind, from the madness that pervade the protagonists, but above all from the fact that for they that horror it's "normal" what like for me returning to homeand listen music. The most beautiful things is that "the devil' s rejects" it's not photocopy of "the house of the 1000 corpses", but a sequel where of known there are only the main characters, the scene, the plot and the context are completely new, a new direction that shakes the foundations of movie making, and throw the greater part of the horror that we are accustoms to see in the last years in a grave, directing choices that remember the ' 70 cult, shakycam that resume many scenes, a great soundtrack (not signed from he this time) that it's perfectly integrated with the story. "The devil' s rejects" is a wenstern anomalous, where the "bad ones " become prey of a sheriff ready to put themselves to their same level also to be revenged of his slaughtered brother, all through Americans sconfinate highway, motel, brothels and Texane prisons; well, all I can say is thatMr. Zombie has realized that every fan of the horror it wished, and with one only style in the kind. THANKS Rob, thanks indeed, for that I have tried while I watched your work and for what i will feel when i could watch tens of times in DVD, thanks for the soundtrack and the genius that you have demonstrated not only in musical and comic field but also behind the camera , you ara a truly inspiration for me...
At least we are, friday come out in all it knows them "the devil' s rejects", last cinematographic hard work of Rob Zombie, the movie it's the ideal sequel of "the house of the 1000 corpses" horror of 2003 always of the great Rob Zombie. And so between two days we will return in the hell that a lot we fan of the horror love (we are understood...) to find again Otis, Baby and the loved Capitan Spaulding and the rest of the Firefly family in their adventures along the Americans highways, made of motel, animals crush along the track and all to you the madness that gushes when the evil walks on the earth. This is one of the films that I was attending in the last year and means, the fantasy and culture in this field of the former ones front-man of the white zombie is grat, the scattered film pays to cult of the ' 70, from "Texas chainsaw massacre" of Tobe Hooper to "hills have eyes" of Wes Craven, adding to the new dimension of road classic American movie , and of the western ultra-violent. plot: We had left the glad Firefly family their hearth - house of 1000 corpses – to dedicate itself to the activity of murders maniacs between slaughters, mutilations and torture. the sheriff John Wydell has but intention to put aim to their abominable activities and to revenge therefore also its brother. A irruption in the house is worth it the capture of Mother and the killing of one of the siblings. Otis and Baby instead escaped and appointment with Captain Spaulding is given, in the brother of Charlie, its brother of blood. But Wydell does not have intention to stop itself and hires The unholy two, a pair of pitiless killers, in order to trace the Firefly that along the way numerous corpses are leaving.
Today is one of those dark rainy days and, being annoying on the net i fall in the official site of the OBITUARY, death metal band on the scene from 20 years, while I read to an article my eyes fallen on DIMEBAG photo, and to a Link posted from the band. Many groups have put on a their site a tribute their lost friend, from Ozzy to Zack Wild, from Slayer to Bryan May and very many others, I feel orphaned from that fucking day, I have lost the figure that me has grown musically for all my youth, that it has pushed to me to play guitar and make rock & roll. Today, I want to dedicate this article to him, DIMEBAG DARRELL ABBOTT, that a lot has given and to which a lot must, and the only way for pay the price in the right way it's remember him for as it was, for the energy that it gave off in every side of its life, it is that same playing alive for thousend of fans, or that it made burn his loved fireworks, it was like a child that life give him joy, the only, the one. Near the publication of "DIMEVISION volume 1", DVD a tribute created from its brother Vinnie Paul, and the album, "REBEL MEETS REBEL" with the country/blues singer musician DAVID ALLAN COE, I put here some link for of pays scattered in net, that they go from the letter of John Sebastian Bach, to the video speech that Phil anselmo has put on its site of Superjoint ritual, to a movie of DIMEBAG very young that exhibits itself in guitar solo of 7 minutes and other stuff... By now they are passes nearly two years to you, but its still alive in ours memory, I feel it burn in the heart, and rumble in my mind, perhaps who does not feel these feelings can find ridicule this attachment to a "stranger", but I can only say one thing, a lot is the joy that it has donated to me, the beautiful moments listening its songs or the screams at his concerts and the noisy funs with the friends having it like foundation that does not import me of the other people's judgments, he is and will be always my idol.
here the first photos that I have chosen to publish on the blog, click on over the photos they will open in you form to you releasable, the intention is to make several periodic escapes with other photographies, making that the free art flights in the net. A hugh to all the friends...
Sunday I have received the news that the grandfather, one of my best friend, it had been arrested and imprisoned in a jail of Paris; the news has hit to me like a mallet behind the nape, I did not expect one hard truth and inequivocabile, but like all the truths it's arrived raw and violent in my life. I do not want to speak about the reason for which they have captured him, and not even if it deserved it, the only thing that my mind hour perceives its lack and worry for my great friend, a feeling of impotence in not being able to make nothing, not to have informations it's like attending in a sauna of being cooked slowly. Within of me I hope that all it is resolved without too many problems, I hope with all the heart, but i'm an stupid in judicial field and my mind cannot make hypothesis so close to the reality without bases on which making comparisons; the only thing that I can do is stay so close with the heart and the mind, to embrace it in that sick cell, to hold it for hand during the process that came... I can't see the day to embrace you my friend, it lacks to me so much. A thanks I send it to Sa' of the "LIBERA" of Modena, that it has answered to me timely raising my moral to me in this fucking week, thanks still I bleat. I waited for you to house friend mine, you hold hard.
Photographic gallery on_line part 2 It's passed a little time from the publication of the first photographies, and therefore to arrive the second big wave here, a collection of varies periods of my life and various subjects; I dedicate to all my friends who I have felt near me, above all in the period of the need, thanks friends of mine, and you who i'm talking about.
I can't leave from the mind the travel that I have made last year in company of pella and the mo, a beautifull adventure in which i approached my heart the great state of Denmark. Nearly all the friends with which I have spoken about travels have said me that in several the places that have visited, one in particular kidnapped the heart, and it had become love rising at a distance in which to times it is suffered too much for the separation. I have found my love in DENMARK, in it's beauty, in it's kind of peaple who live there, and all the girls who live in that country kissed by God, and hour that still separates a year to me before being able to replace foot in my loved earth, I do not make other that to think it, dream it, and smell the scent. I can't see the day to throw the bag in the car, to go up with mine two friends, and to go to the grat north, and not only Denmark, because pella wants to come back in Norway and Finland, and travel all over, and take all that land give to us. I conclude with my classic scream, that's raise from my heart
At times happens to be surprised by the events, in little time the life as you knew her is upset and ripped; in those cases maybe he has not prepared to such events, you are taken in "controtempo", and the sensation soon is to fall in the empty space, the stomach splits in two, the mind floats in million of thoughts which at that moment do not give you truce. Worse is still when you see the wave which is about to knock down on your life, you know that he is arriving, know it from very much, very much time ... and yet you do not imagine the effects which will actually have that little rippling in distance, do not think of to the fact that when it will be to few steps it will sweep you away as leaves in the wind.The inconvenience is what besides your person also the people they love will be dragged through the pain, will suffer, they will wonder because of all that and you like a fool you will not know giving an answer, maybe because not there and ' an easy answer, or maybe, and it is also worse, because the motivations of this misfortune are too futile. In other words, I have seen the wave arrive in all his way,and I am not painstaking, now that of my beautiful boat does not remain nothing, I meet again in knee, in a corner, to cry desperately, wondering how I have been able to be so stupid, and consuming with the conscience for the lost confidence. I hope to be able to scrape up to my misdeeds, and the riaquistare time the confidence I have broken with a lot of violence ...
-Darkwoods-autunno 2005
-FRA-febbraio 2006
-lightning- inverno 2004
-old jack- autunno 2004
