Why do bar towels hate us?
Why don't bar napkins dry? A semi-serious investigation into conspiracies, the physics of hydrophobic materials, and the Greasy Lobby that wants us dirty.
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I stopped looking for clouds. I started breathing them.
“"LUNGS" isn't just an instrumental track. It's an invitation to pause and breathe. Ricky Guariento's new single is out Friday: discover the concept and pre-save.
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Epiphany Protocol 2026: Oats, Cholesterol, and Ghosts
It's 8:38 PM on January 5th. While the world awaits coal, I try to negotiate gently. No impossible requests this year; I wrote a semi-serious letter to the Befana because, let's face it, she too has her ailments... Dear Befana, Since you have a lot of work to do tonight, I thought I'd make you a nice dessert instead...
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Nabana: Laughing at Decline (and Why We Don't Like the "Best" Anymore)
Last night I went to the Gran Teatro Geox to see Nabana by Angelo Pintus. And I'll tell you something right away: if you're looking for a caress, stay home. Pintus doesn't caress, he slaps. But it's those slaps that wake you from the torpor of "political correctness" that's suffocating us all. The show is a cynical journey,…
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2025 Report (three days later, when everyone has already finished)
My 2025 report: music, blogging, AI, and cartoons. Not a list of accomplishments, but the result of having too much chaos in my head to sit still.
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Nicolis Museum: Genius, Beauty, and the Paradox I Can't Explain
At the Nicolis Museum, I saw human genius crafted from metal, wood, and wax. And I asked myself a question I can't get out of my head.
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The Art of Dumping: When You're the Real Problem (And That's Okay)
It's the quintessential post-breakup scene. You and your friend, gossiping in the office, or at the bar with a couple of beers, and that question hangs in the air like a silent threat: "So... why did it end?" Usually, at that point the script kicks in. The Wounded Hero's narrative begins. He was distant...
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Mr. Happiness (and the invisible weight of smiling).
What lies behind those who always smile? A monologue against the superficiality of judgment and the invisible cost of choosing to seek beauty in life.
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Natus Est: Chronicle of an Experiment That Became an Album (Almost by Accident)
Natus Est is my Christmas Mass with a metal twist. 12 liturgical songs born from an experiment. The chronicle of a project that grew step by step.
