Paolo Casertano lives in Rome in a seventh floor flat - no lift - and he usually writes reviews while climbing the stairs.
He’s the proud father of the two young daredevils Martino and Tommaso, whose mother he loves.
He believes in Bill Dixon, noise and ear damaging whistles.
He has also an alter ego on this blog - usually hanging out with the wise alter ego of Mr. Martin Schray - that potentially understands free jazz better than what he does.
He’s the proud father of the two young daredevils Martino and Tommaso, whose mother he loves.
He believes in Bill Dixon, noise and ear damaging whistles.
He has also an alter ego on this blog - usually hanging out with the wise alter ego of Mr. Martin Schray - that potentially understands free jazz better than what he does.
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