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Name: Jacopo
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| He says: I've never thought about myself as a musician before, never. And I'm still not doing it now. But still it's weird, because I tend to identify people in bands just as members of the bands they are part of. Therefore, will someone think the same about me? Maybe, but it still sounds weird to me. Weel, luckily enough I don't think people will atop and ask me "are you the singer in Encore Fou?" when they see me around, but maybe at a show someone will point me to someone else and identify me as a member of Encore Fou. Not that it bothers me, but I still keep thinking about myself as Jacopo and nothing else. And it's weird that others see me as a role rather than as a person. I can't get to know everyone or be friends with everyone, so that's fine by me, but it still sounds weird and there's nothing I can do about it. Then I think better about it, and I realize that I'm a role for everyone I know. I'm a son for my parents, I'm a friend for my friends, I've been a boyfriend for some, I've been a schoolmate for some, a no one for some others, an asshole for some others. For some other others I will just be a face they see on the bus. In the end, what I think I am (what I really am?) really matters just for myself. I'll always be someone different for others. I'll be what I'll be able to let them see, or what they will want to see me as. So why having a hard time trying to be a better person? Just for myself? If I think I am, I already am, I don't need to prove it to myself. If I think I'm not, who the fuck cares, just don't let others know it. In the end, everything I do it's for myself first. I'm vegetarian to be at peace with myself, for example. Not because I want to change the world. And it goes like this for everything. It's when you realize that what you do is not enough to make you what you want to be that things really fall down. When you realize you don't even know what you want to be, instead. It's when you realize that the image others have of you is completely different from your own, and you can't do nothing to change it, you're like a prisoner of that image, like all of a sudden you notice you're not what you thought you were. You're not what you really are, but just what appears. In a world without others (watching me, judging me, encouraging me, criticizing me) I wouldn't exist. Does "me" really exist? Or is it just what others see? |
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he's been reading lately: "l'insostenibile leggerezza dell'essere", "l'identità", "la lentezza" e "lo scherzo" milan kundera | "alta fedeltà", "febbre a 90°" and "un ragazzo" nick hornby | "le rose di atacama" luis sepùlveda | "maschio impotente cercasi per serena convivenza" gaby hauptmann | "l'aleph" jorge luis borges | "il muro" jean-paul sartre. And then: goethe, camus, leopardi, nietzsche, heidegger, kierkegaard, soriano, vasquez montalban. What he's been listening to lately: jets to brazil "four cornered nights" cd | the promise ring "electric pink" cdep | jr ewing "calling in dead" lp | damien jurado "rehearsals for departure" cd | pedro the lion "whole" cdep | coldplay "parachutes" cd | the most secret method "get lovely" cd | sleater-kinney "all hands on the bad one" cd | tristeza "dream signals in full circles" cd | the softies "holiday in rhode island" cd | at the drive-in "relationship of command" cd. And then: jawbreaker, texas is the reason, bikini kill, bangs, braid, nirvana, jimmy eat world, elliott smith, swing kids, moby, portraits of past, christie front drive, the prescriptions, karate, built to spill, sprinzi, the crimson curse. What he's been seeing lately: "une liaison pornographique" | "una relazione al femminile" | "alta fedeltà" | "the big kahuna" | "brand: new" | milemarker live | with love live | at.the.drive.in live | gnu/albion/sunshine live | sleater-kinney live | hey mercedes live | Berlin/Prague | New York/Washington/Boston. What he's been doing lately: cry. quarrel. depression. interviews. pictures. chat. caresses. whispers. promises. letters. boring afternoons. travel. sing. consider. discuss. sleep. talk. write. cut his hair by himself. |
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couple of links: Sprinzi The Disappointed's Love Letter |
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