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I’ve always hated reality shows. All kinds of reality TV was, for me, an abomination. I couldn’t stand it not even from a sociological perspective.

All that changed when I first watched an episode of Miami Ink (or LA Ink, for that matter).

I was never a tattoo kind of guy but that show is addictive. Trust me.

It’s not just the art pieces. In fact, I believe that the show is the perfect mirror for human relations and attitudes towards life.

A tattoo is a lifetime project, a permanent endeavour, so is only natural that it is meaningful to the person who is getting it. And, most of the times, that meaning is profound, like overcoming an illness or the loss a loved one, celebrating a new beginning, burying a dark period of your life.

All this amounts to great entertainment. Not empty, meaningless or fake like most of reality TV but full of real feelings and life stories. And that is not only addictive but very relaxing and soothing.

Not one of my favourite writers. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t a genius. Judging by his ode to writers below, he was one. No doubt about it. It must have been the alcohol.

HOW TO BE A GOOD WRITER
by Charles Bukowski

you’ve got to fuck a great many women
beautiful women
and write a few decent love poems.

and don’t worry about age
and/or freshly-arrived talents.

just drink more beer
more and more beer

and attend the racetrack at least once a

week

and win
if possible

learning to win is hard –
any slob can be a good loser.

and don’t forget your Brahms
and your Bach and your
beer.

don’t overexercise.

sleep until noon.

avoid paying credit cards
or paying for anything on
time.

remember that there isn’t a piece of ass
in this world over $50
(in 1977).

and if you have the ability to love
love yourself first
but always be aware of the possibility of
total defeat
whether the reason for that defeat
seems right or wrong –

an early taste of death is not necessarily
a bad thing.

stay out of churches and bars and museums,
and like the spider be
patient –
time is everybody’s cross,
plus
exile
defeat
treachery

all that dross.

stay with the beer.

beer is continuous blood.

a continuous lover.

get a large typewriter
and as the footsteps go up and down
outside your window

hit that thing
hit it hard

make it a heavyweight fight

make it the bull when he first charges in

and remember the old dogs
who fought so well:
Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun.

If you think they didn’t go crazy
in tiny rooms
just like you’re doing now

without women
without food
without hope

then you’re not ready.

drink more beer.
there’s time.
and if there’s not
that’s all right
too.

Eunice Lee is a designer and the mastermind behind Unis, the critically acclaimed NY brand.

I’ve never met Eunice but after seeing her “1o Essentials” feature on GQ I think I definitely should. And there are 5 particular reasons for that.

1#: She never goes anywhere without her vintage M65 jacket.

2#: She’s crazy about The Black Keys album “Brothers”.

3#: She loves to sleep and stay in bed.

4#: She loves dinner parties.

5#: She loves the beach. Sun, salt and the smell of sunscreen included.

And she has a great thing going on at UNIS…

I was completely hooked from the first harmony of “Wouldn’t it be nice”, the first track from The Beach Boy’s “Pet Sounds”. And you can guess I went on to buy the complete discography of the band…

Brian Wilson is a genius, right up there with Mozart or Lennon, and “Pet Sounds” may well be the greatest record of the 20th century. Songs like “Just wasn’t made for this times”, “God only knows” and “Caroline no” are still some of the best songs ever written.

The Beatles were right to be jealous.

Next chapter in my musical history…

Almost everyone criticizes Andrew Lloyd Webber. Frequently saying his music is kitsch.

I can understand that, I really do. But there’s some of his work that really stands out.

For me, Jesus Christ Superstar is the greatest musical ever written. You will argue with Sweeney Todd and The Nightmare Before Christmas. And I’ll say they’re great, but nothing compared to JCS.

I grew up with it, so I may be biased, but the fact is I’m able to sing it, song by song, word by word. And this says a lot about the longterm effects and quality of a musical.

And it’s pretty cool to have Ian Gillian (from Deep Purple) performing Jesus part, even if only in the soundtrack album.

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The version with “Whatever”.

You may think that a Blur fan could never be an Oasis fan, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. You may prefer one or the other, but you gotta love both. I do.

They called him the King of Pop…

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Following a queue from a dear friend, like me, an avid music lover, I decided to share some of the music that will accompany me throughout my life.

The rules are very simple. I chose 20 different albums, from 20 different bands/singers/composers,  that I will always love, cherish and listen, and I will post one each day, in no particular order.

Let’s start with a band from my youth. I fell in love while watching the 1994 Brit Awards (back when the Brits were cool) and I’m in love until today.

This record (with another one I’ll share later on) introduced me to the Britpop world in the 90’s and led me to buy hundreds of records, some of them featured in this top 20.

Blur are probably the greatest UK band since The Smiths and Parklife is definitely one of the best albums of the 90’s. From Albarn’s lyrics to Coxon’s guitar playing, all came out perfectly in this record.

This was the first record I bought for my baby boy, when he was 2 months old, and that says a lot about what Parklife means to me.