Certo, ormai la si getta via come se nulla fosse, ma è una grande parola, e va sentita davvero per essere pronunciata.. E' invece ora è usata così..

Ieri sera sono andata da Roby, serata proprio carina e divertente... Però ad un certo punto ci siamo messi a vedere video dei Blink..

CHE MALINCONIA... Alla fine è passato tanto tanto tempo, ci convivo tranquillamente..ma rivedere quei vieo, leggere il bulletin di Tom..e pensare a quanto era bello quando erano assieme, quando la vivevo come band.. E mi dispiace che ora che l'han fatta morire l'ho fatta morire anche io..

Certo mi rimarrà sempre dentro, ma non per quello che è, ma solo per quello che è stata.. Ovviamente non mi spiego e molta gente penserà che non contano più niente..

I Blink SONO. SONO e SARANNO, come SONO sempre STATI. Però ora sono solo per un ricordo, e per quanto io possa amarli..boh..non è la stessa cosa...

E mi sono accorta che forse sono anche cresciuta da quando loro si sono sciolti.. Certo, ci sono state un sacco di altre cose che mi hanno fatta diventare meno bambina, ma penso che la loro "pausa indefinita" mi abbia dato un bella botta

Mi mancano, mi mancano davvero...

Years ago on a tour in Australia, Joe Strummer from the Clash bought me a gift. He handed me a cartridge, meant for the use of rolling "smokable items", and said these words, "I used to walk around saying 'Fuck you, I'm in The Clash, Fuck you, I'm in The Clash!'..well now that I think about it, The Talking Heads were pretty fucking cool." Unbeknownst to me, he and his son were quite the big fans.

It was a small lesson that changed everything for me. As a kid I used to live and breathe only punk rock music, truthfully, and somewhat myopically. But the advice was simple, open your eyes, appreciate honest art, because honest art can change the world. So the very next day I flew back to the US, away from Mr. Strummer, and the conversation with the now late Clash front man was forever echoing in the back of my mind.

As a teenager, it was far too easy to judge music and rank bands unfairly against others. And most often it was done most ignorantly. But every once and awhile, someone comes along with a bit of well-oiled experience and hints of the ever changing temperature right at the step of our door. As when the great Pete Townsend once did, as he personally compared my band to his (The Who), in front of a crowd of thousands in San Diego. And as he quieted the large crowd to a ghostly whisper, he explained we represented a new and electrifying generation of youth, "to my son, Blink-182 is THE WHO...." Now that’s a bit of a line to swallow, but he said it, and I shall choose to brag about it.

I think as you get older you shed the burden of who is cooler, and the question is who is honest, because that's what in the end is truly cool.

Angels and Airwaves created "We Don't Need to Whisper" two years ago, amongst a lot of unanswered questions. To be searching for the new and correct path in life while I personally was losing my mind, well, it was quite a marathon to say the least, and also a drastic understatement.

The stress came in part from my decision to quit my band Blink-182, to start a new band, a new family and choosing to do it while being spun out on pain killers for a shattered disk in my back. All of which started as a young teenager, and exists in an even worse condition to this day. Many years of treatment have turned into quite a euphoric ride, one that almost killed me during the launch of the first Angels and Airwaves record. Well, truthfully, it ended up painting an odd picture to the world, and the press alike... even if we were getting the most incredible reviews I have ever gotten.

"It's potential is a force to be reckoned with... " Billboard

"The songs are every bit the anthems he wants them to be..." NY Post

"the results are some stunning moments of perfection...." Kerrang

These were all life changing events.....But it was the truth, the message behind this band, that inevitably made me practice what I was preaching...if you can just see yourself differently in the world around you, then the world around you will change, and possibly the world itself.

I- empire is the second half of our first album. It reflects an idea that the world is yours for the taking, and all that exists, exists inside you. It can be something as trivial as a personal struggle, or as grand as the inescapable idea of world peace.

To help the story along, the cover was commissioned and painted by the brilliant Drew Struzan, the artist best known for his work with Steven Spielberg and George Lucas. He can sum up a complicated story in a few beautifully planned brush strokes.

The drums are by Atom Willard, from the critically acclaimed Rocket From the Crypt. He has always felt to me like the single largest score in music. He is a loyal, honest and humble friend, but an even better showman.

Rhythm guitarist David Kennedy, is the one person I can always rely on to keep us doing what ever it is we believe in, regardless of the outside temperature. None of this would exist today without him, and none of this would feel quite as cool. I call him the James Dean of Punk Rock, as he is often spotted on his café-racer motorcycle unifying the coasts of the mainland US.

Matt Wachter, on bass guitar, is our last, but invaluable addition. He hails from the much-revered 30 Seconds to Mars, and was the final missing ingredient to our group. He naturally understands music can and should be communicated through multiple forms and shapes, like cinema, graphic arts, new-media etc...

Please take a short 55 minutes to enjoy the album. Listen to it blasting from your car, maybe on a hill over-looking a city...and all the while, pretend that the city, as it stretches far beyond the horizon, is all yours for the taking.

-Tom De Longe . Angels & Airwaves, an American rock band

sbaglio sempre, sempre...

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Stamattina ho fatto 1 ora di fila per andarmi a immatricolare, ma ne è valsa la pena dai !La cosa della fila da un'ora è importante perchè indica che ci sono altri coglioni, oltre a me, che si immatricolano a fine Ottobre !Per farlo ho addirittura saltato l'ora di italiano...

Vabbè facciamo un bel raccontino: a non so che ora stamattina esco di casa, infagottatissima xkè fa un bel freddo porco, e mi piazzo alla macchinetta delle fototessere...pigio, mi metto in posa e mi scatta tre foto [dicendomi ogni volta "stiamo per scattare la 1°/2°/3° foto, sorridi" ] e mi fa scegliere...me le guardo tutte e rimango indecisa tra le ultime 2...le guardo un po' e lascio il tasto sull'ultima decidendo di scegliere la penultima..se non che il tempo era scaduto e m'ha scelto di sua spontanea volontà l'ultima  evvabbè !Me le stampa e sono orride, fatto sta che ne ho bisogno quindi me ne fotto!Parto,trovo l'almawelcome, mi metto in fila, incontro Camassa,e dopo un po' mi accorgo che non avevo fatto le fotocopie della carta d'identità -.-'!Scendo perdendo il posto in fila e cerco una copisteria..fotocopio, taglio le fototessere...e torno là per farmi l'oretta di fila... Quando arrivo dalla signorina noto che ha solo copertine arancioni e trasparenti..così tatticamente dico "nooo avete finito le copertine rosaaa" e la sua collega "se vuoi abbiamo queste fuksia".... SIIIIIIIII *-*

Dopodichè torno a casina col mio tesserino che neanche entra nel portafoglio!

Anzi no!Prima di tornare a casina TROVO, dopo mille ricerche con Fede, Serendipità [che non si chiamava quindi serendipity -.-'] e prendo un po' di libri di giappo!

Insomma, si comincia..mò tocca attaccare a studiare, segnarsi gli esami da fare e i corsi facoltativi da seguire...Insomma cheppalle...Stavo così bene da nullafacente ._.

la prossima volta che voglio tagliarmi i capelli corti fermatemi!Li voglio far crescere stavola -.-

Io e la mia mania dei capelli corti -.-