thanks to the 600 followers who follow what i talk about it or show it here.

i’m thankful that i can talk to you all around the world - and i can’t avoid thinking about the odds and evens and chances to talk to whoever wants to listen in this infinite internet.

thanks.

i would be very honored if you could add my profile at last.fm.

here’s the link.

i’m very curious about everybody here and that’s why the invitation is gladly made.

some of you already found me there, and if i may say, have quite a nice taste in music.

you may not know, you may not believe, but i thank each and everyone of the followers of this humble tumblr.

in these modern times where information travels in the speed of light, as well as human relationships, i’m glad that 500 people in this world take a little time to enjoy the life, my life, that i love.

for me, 500 followers are 500 people, with 500 souls.

i’m getting out of the longest and darkest period of my life with the belief that this tumblr is helping me getting through. it may sound incredibly ridiculous, like the sound of things that have value in life in this 21st century.

we all have a life with glory for the everyday future.

keep on keeping on.

cheers!

every step of the way in life is condemned by desperation - but it’s solid as a rock.

we evade from what corrupt the eyes: we beat the common people away from us.

music is no entertainment: it talks what ordinary people cannot find words to.

clothes are no showcase: it speaks our minds.

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thanks to everybody who follows and likes this tumblr. :)

i had some nice people asking about my opinions about mod clothing.

in those question i had some nice replies that i would like to reproduce here, on this post.

toastvillage said the following: “nudie jeans are good. as a perry girl, i appreciate a guy who can rock a buttoned up polo with some nudie’s/levi’s and a navy harrington. there is a 50% sale on at all f.p. shops atm so you could get a good deal on one, they’re total classics!”

solongnightowl left two messages, but tumblr must had erased the first one in order to post the second. unfortunately i don’t remember the first one, and if it’s possible for solongnightowl to repost, i’ll be glad. :)

the one that tumblr didn’t erased was this: “oh, and posers is awesome, too, if you’re lucky enough to be in hollywood.”

for everybody who provided this little chat, thank you so much! :)

and perry boys and perry girls, unite!

that’s all.

thanks to everybody that support this humble tumblr! :)

everyone that liked and followed it made this year of 2010 very happy for me - it was a year of tough strive, painful recovery, that resulted in uplifted soul and happiness (and you made some part in it).

it may sound strange since i don’t actually know any of you, and i’ll explain: that’s the beauty of it. we are millions of lands away and you all can still manage to recognize me and admire, share, like the culture that i love, like the people in my hometown could never do in a lifetime.

for that, i thank you all.

cheers to 2010, cheers to 2011.

great patch!

my dad fell off my vespa on november of this year (he didn’t hurt himself). :D

only love for these images.

my dad drove a honda cg 1980 motorcycle for almost 30 years to go to work, to take me to school, for everyday life.

only respect for that.

this is my grandma. this is my dog, wendy.

they both passed away recently. i lived together with my grandma for 25 years of my life. i am 25. she lived just five minutes from my house, and i used to go there almost every day.

she helped me through tough times without even knowing. with her grandma attention she helped me through unemployed times, through difficult times in the university, in fucking human relationships, through rough times with my family… i remember getting back so, so, so drunk at 5, 6 a.m. and going to her house and she was already up and used to give me some coffee.

i always went to her house with my dog. i lived seven years with my dog. during some years she was my best friend - like music, she didn’t said bullshit like most beings would say and always had the right timing about existing. she died when i was in japan. i remember hearing the news and just flying away from my house in the middle of the night and sat down in a park near there. it was very cold, raining, and nobody cared about a little, little dog like i do.

they both used to be my company in christmas and new year’s eve. i hate both dates and i don’t celebrate it. this year i don’t have any of them. yes, i have her and i know she is reading this right now - i love her deeply and she knows it, i’m spending this time of this year and my whole life with her now - but this humble text is to remind my grandma, my dog, and to remind myself that i really missed those who cared.

these days i have the flu.

my lovely girlfriend made this cute anti-flu kit and met me yesterday. :)

i really, really fucking hate the flu…

mie, my love, nailed the issue with tea, chocolate and her soft hands, her soft look.

her soft soul.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

                                            i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

reg king (1945 - 2010)

i remember when i was sixteen years old, i think, i got to know the action and the creation - they were the first bands that i met and liked that were into the whole mod thing in the 60’s and that sorta thing… i remember that i used to check some tunes that i wanted to hear in the old, oldy audiogalaxy website and software for digital music trading. they were included in the nuggets volume II boxset that rhino records released and-a… at that time i was not aware that volume I was all about garage rock stuff and the volume II was stuff from england and all around the world (for my surprise at the time they even had included os mutantes on the boxset lineup, a brazilian band that i was listening a lot in my old sony walkman in the high school years).

i fucking hated the who, you know? i have a brother who listen to a lot, a lot of rubbish, crappy stuff and it’s the eclectic type of musical person, and my memory when i remembered the who was from their 70’s hard-rock-poodle-hair that i really hate.

anyway, i downloaded some random songs from both nuggets I and II and assorted stuff and compiled into four cdr’s, as a very enthusiastic kid… things like the chocolate watchband and the smoke lived together with the surfaris and the honeys, the kinks went together with the barbarians, fucking laghonia, tremeloes and the move - i was a foolish boy discovering a whole new obscure 60’s world around me, heh, bullshit.

i remember that i fucking loved the action. i don’t remember exactly what tunes i recorded in that personal 4-cd set but i remember that inside the whole merseybeat/r&b universe they had their whole unique way of harmony, melody structure - since that time i hated the beatles early flat, 4 by 4 squared rhythm beat and i still was into the maximum r&b universe so the action, among with avant-garde guitar techniques of the creation and reg king’s silk-souled vocals, i was astonished.

since that time reg king became my favourite blue-eyed singer ever. whenever i met some white kid trying to sing like a soulman i automatically compared them with reg - i still do, anyway. he sang like he was actually believing of what he was doing or representing - he was a fucking mod, for god sake, and he made mods very proud of it. he had a voice coming straigh from the soul and isn’t that what it’s all about, right? he really meant it.

anytime that i saw news from king in my music lifetime research i was very pleased. i remember when i saw japanese band les cappuccino taking pictures with reg king in a japanese mod festival in 2006, i think, or when i listening to the not so much solo record by reggie… oh, well. when some label released the bbc recordings of the action it was really a pleasure to listen to and when northern soul maniac andy lewis got together with reg king for a last redention of the gorgeous “since i lost my baby” in lewis’ first album.

reg king passed away october 8th, 2010, and i only had the time to write something about him today. of course, he doesn’t have a fucking clue that a guy like me exists and that considered his work a soundtrack of life through the young years of a boy’s daily rubbish, he doesn’t have a fucking guess that his voice and his representation in the mod culture changed my humble life. but i fucking know that everytime that i remember that i walked around my city looking for shite trouble, was stinking drunk mocking everybody around me feeling the fucking unique modbrat in the world and when i was in my room tearing life apart and wondering why, how and when, something from the action was definitely playing on my mind.

that’s me (2005-current 2010).

it’s just a story. my story.

and i feel fine.

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it’s written in the wind that we’re two, carved out in the sand that we’re real. it’s lit up in the stars that we’re true: we’re destined in the sky to be glad. we’re hopelessly informed that we’re meant. we’re conscious of the fact that we’re supposed to be so sure, and we are: we’re driven by the rain to act.

we’re suspect to the laws passed for real: we’re the realest thing we’ve seen taken by the hand from above. and it’s written in the stars meant for us, soaked into the sand made by time: i really do feel we work for love.