Confession to Flavio [Ontivero]
Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2020 10:13 pm
It was just another Saturday night,
Nothing to do, no plans in sight,
The thought was raised: why don't we see,
If we can do some Karaoke?
I Googled, Binged, and would you believe,
Even pled to our maker if he would be aggrieved,
If I could find the perfect tune,
To give gentle rhythms as I croon,
And almost as if it by an act of god,
I stumbled on a channel by a man from abroad,
His name? Can't pronounce it and offer no excuse,
Say what you will, but the man can produce!
I belted my voice and was at a loss,
At this cover of Visions: Southern Cross,
How could it be so powerful and rich,
And why is Pancio, such a bitch?
You should have seen my gyrations,
At his deep, rich, Spanish narrations,
The voice of Nostradamus predicting the future,
Enough power to break a suture,
There are those with incredible studio gear,
Who compress, master, and mix without fear,
The man of course, of whom I am whining,
None other than Matias Kupiuianen,
But YOU, Flavio, on a shoestring budget,
(And shoestring brain, if I'm allowed to judge it),
Have shook the earth with your masterpiece,
Bringing joy to the world with just elbow grease!
Henceforth, we are best friends, from this date,
You can count on me more than Google Translate,
And I don't care one bit, of course,
If you happen to dress as a gay horse,
You gave me the evening i'll never forget,
And I am forever in your debt....
Oh, Ontivero, I'm your biggest fan,
I am the Robin, to your batman,
I may seem delirious, but I assure you I'm sane,
By weight, your biggest fan,
Arnold Layne
Nothing to do, no plans in sight,
The thought was raised: why don't we see,
If we can do some Karaoke?
I Googled, Binged, and would you believe,
Even pled to our maker if he would be aggrieved,
If I could find the perfect tune,
To give gentle rhythms as I croon,
And almost as if it by an act of god,
I stumbled on a channel by a man from abroad,
His name? Can't pronounce it and offer no excuse,
Say what you will, but the man can produce!
I belted my voice and was at a loss,
At this cover of Visions: Southern Cross,
How could it be so powerful and rich,
And why is Pancio, such a bitch?
You should have seen my gyrations,
At his deep, rich, Spanish narrations,
The voice of Nostradamus predicting the future,
Enough power to break a suture,
There are those with incredible studio gear,
Who compress, master, and mix without fear,
The man of course, of whom I am whining,
None other than Matias Kupiuianen,
But YOU, Flavio, on a shoestring budget,
(And shoestring brain, if I'm allowed to judge it),
Have shook the earth with your masterpiece,
Bringing joy to the world with just elbow grease!
Henceforth, we are best friends, from this date,
You can count on me more than Google Translate,
And I don't care one bit, of course,
If you happen to dress as a gay horse,
You gave me the evening i'll never forget,
And I am forever in your debt....
Oh, Ontivero, I'm your biggest fan,
I am the Robin, to your batman,
I may seem delirious, but I assure you I'm sane,
By weight, your biggest fan,
Arnold Layne
