Born in the venomous Brianza region in 1977, a crucial anno domini that music will always remember, he graduated in Modern Foreign Languages and Literatures with top marks, proof of a sharp, if not exactly modest, intelligence. Having weathered the hormonal upheavals of puberty, he then ran into the financial kind, squandering his family's already meagre savings on the fetishistic, uncontrolled purchase of albums. The Kierkegaardian moment in which the divine bursts forcefully into our miserable existences struck him one autumn morning during his first listen to "No More Shall We Part" by Nick Cave, and nothing was ever the same again. Devoting his humanistic knowledge by day to the production of stainless steel pipes, he carries on with life with the sole aim of immortalizing himself in the ultimate work of art.
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