<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:23:04.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NITROGLYCERINE</title><subtitle type='html'>She's volatile. She's my baby.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-3673003243913812872</id><published>2008-11-29T15:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:29:57.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On 30/09/2008 Greg Cartwright posted this message on the Goner Message Board."I've gotten a few emails asking about this and I figured it was only a matter of time before someone else posted about it so I'll let the cat outta the bag. The Gories and the Oblivians are currently working on booking some shows for next summer. One in Memphis, one in Detroit and two weeks in Europe. I'll post more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/3673003243913812872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/3673003243913812872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3673003243913812872' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-8524455999037622813</id><published>2008-04-09T18:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:27:16.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life Goes OnEntro in un bar di Vigolzone."Una Moretti da 66 per favore.""Non ce l'abbiamo.""Due da 33 allora."Risate registrate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/8524455999037622813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/8524455999037622813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8524455999037622813' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-5958518854667210752</id><published>2008-01-08T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:05:52.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La Bëtla!Paolino, fisico, aspetto e modi da boscaiolo nonostante i suoi 11 anni, entra nel bar sul lato opposto della Strada Provinciale 654 rispetto al Consorzio Agrario di Bettola insieme al papà, il quale, senza indugiare un secondo, offre un giro di bianchi agli amici al bancone.Papà: "Paulèi, cus vöt da bev?"Paolino: "Dam una spüma, và!"Paolino, nonostante i suoi 11 anni, parla un dialetto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/5958518854667210752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/5958518854667210752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5958518854667210752' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-634803025008521206</id><published>2007-10-11T19:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:43:35.458+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 EYES FOR 1 EYESe vuoi che ti lascino in pace, devi dimostrare di essere disposto a tutto; devi sempre rispondere agli attacchi con il doppio della violenza di chi ti minaccia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/634803025008521206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/634803025008521206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#634803025008521206' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-8506743125389286857</id><published>2007-09-25T22:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:36:04.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOB OPPORTUNITIESIo sono un operatore. Un operatore che opera nel settore dei servizi finanziari. Il mio lavoro consiste nel fissare un monitor per svariate ore del giorno e della notte ed avvertire una o più entità superiori nel caso in cui qualcosa non vada per il verso giusto. Eseguo controlli. Tutti i giorni. Sempre agli stessi maledetti orari. Osservo icone colorate. Icone verdi. Icone rosse</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/8506743125389286857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/8506743125389286857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8506743125389286857' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-3542313786632438697</id><published>2007-06-11T21:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:07:59.557+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UBRIACO SI ADDORMENTA APPOGGIATO AL CLACSONUn lungo e fastidioso suono di clacson ha allarmato la notte scorsa i residenti di Mistadello, dalle parti di Castione di Ponte Dell'Olio. Era un 30enne pontolliese ubriaco che, come appurato dai carabinieri, si era addormentato sul clacson della sua auto. I militari lo hanno svegliato e invitato a chiamare un amico che lo riportasse a casa.Articolo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/3542313786632438697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/3542313786632438697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3542313786632438697' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-113667748238546855</id><published>2006-01-08T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:42:11.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go Pill Popper ! ! !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/113667748238546855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/113667748238546855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113667748238546855' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-113632617867591454</id><published>2006-01-03T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:45:07.137+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se tu ascoltassi certe canzoni gospel con la giusta disposizione d’animo, ti spaventeresti così tanto da correre in chiesa a pregare. Per me questa cosa è meravigliosa. Significa che hai veramente raggiunto il tuo obiettivo. Tu parti con l’idea di fare un disco che piaccia alla gente ma se il risultato è così entusiasmante da far dire a qualcuno “Devo darmi una regolata… Sono cattivo come il </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/113632617867591454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/113632617867591454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113632617867591454' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-113510994703059472</id><published>2005-12-20T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:19:07.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"La Chiesa uccide coll'onda".Non "con l'onda"."La Chiesa uccide coll'onda".E' la strana scritta in vernice bianca che ricorreva insistentemente per le strade del centro storico milanese fino a qualche anno fa. Una frase ripetuta con una precisione quasi maniacale, con la dedizione e la costanza di un bambino che ha appena imparato a fare una cosa e non riesce a smettere di farla per mostrare a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/113510994703059472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/113510994703059472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113510994703059472' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-91535744</id><published>2003-03-28T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:03:28.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andy Milonakis è il vero erede di Bob Dylan.Andy Milonakis - The Superbowl is Gay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/91535744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/91535744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91535744' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-91449825</id><published>2003-03-27T03:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:50:42.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mia nonna, nonostante i suoi 92 anni, è ancora capace di stupirmi con idee assolutamente geniali. Sabato scorso, ad esempio, ho scoperto che LEI ha la soluzione alla guerra in Iraq. Roba forte... Roba che il Segretario Generale dell'ONU Kofi Annan, a confronto, ci fa la figura dell'amministratore del mio condominio... OK, siete pronti!? Mia nonna propone un incontro di wrestling tra George Bush e</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/91449825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/91449825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91449825' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-91377141</id><published>2003-03-26T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T01:07:53.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Heart is Black What Color is Your Heart?  brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/91377141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/91377141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91377141' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-89643664</id><published>2003-02-24T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T18:57:22.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DANGEROUS CHICKENS live @ ARCI TAUN (FIDENZA) - 08/02/2003. Una quindicina di giorni fa, all'Arci Taun di Fidenza, nel cuore della fredda ed arida steppa emiliana, ho assistito ad una delle rarissime esibizioni italiane di questo super duo di La Spezia, formato da Manuel (aka Bill Stoner - batteria) e da Max (aka Honey Slim - chitarra e voce).Il gruppo è reduce da una data al The Pit's, lo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/89643664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/89643664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89643664' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-89252467</id><published>2003-02-17T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T01:11:42.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ninja Terminator (1985). Un film pazzesco. Un film capace di fare bestemmiare per ore e ore anche il più invasato amante del genere. Un film che mi ha fatto rimpiangere i bei tempi in cui la programmazione notturna delle TV locali era ancora in grado di regalare cose davvero mai viste.La trama è di una banalità sconcertante. Una statuetta d’oro, composta da tre parti, che racchiude in sé il </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/89252467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/89252467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89252467' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040703.post-89064528</id><published>2003-02-14T02:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T15:38:26.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CRIPPLE BASTARDS - IL SENTIMENTO NON E' AMOREIl sentimento non è amore,è solo guadagno di sicurezze...perso nell'ombra di una convinzionepietrificata negli anni da parole,impressioni, voci dipinte sulle tenebre.Il sentimento non è amorepretendo qualcosa di più.Il sentimento non è amorepretendo qualcosa di più....il tuo vivere bene si sdoppia a coltellate,rassegnato ad animale di </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/89064528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040703/posts/default/89064528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroglycerine.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89064528' title=''/><author><name>Il Mulo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18192041309108117704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJKT76b1y6w/SKsigAgWu7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4rMdzXj32O0/S220/saluti+dalla+pietra+parcellara.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
