E' gettato li' a un certo punto di Roma in una zona che poco c'entra. In vero, sarebbe difficile da armonizzare con qualsiasi zona il quartiere Coppedé. Lo raggiungo alticcio, di notte. Sembra un brandello di mondo Grimm scagliato sulla terra. Genuinamente surreale.
K-Punk recensisce Roisin Murphy su Fact Magazine, ed ecco cosa ci infila dentro: "Glam repudiated hippie’s ‘nature’ in the name of artifice; disdained its fugged, bleary vision of equality for an aristocratic insistence upon hierarchy; rejected its unscrubbed beardiness in order to cultivate Image. But glam was not a repudiation of egalitarianism per se so much as a rejection of a certain rendition of what equality was supposed to mean. The demand in glam was for a kind of aristocratic proletarianism. The art-pop of Roxy Music, Grace Jones and the New Romantics emerged out of a triangulation of art, pop and fashion. Pop allowed the mass distribution of art; fashion was the invasion of art into everyday life. The production of oneself as an object, a pure surface, was a work of art and artifice. Art pop was also about an unlearning of rock’s instrumentation and structure and a cultivation of a romance with the synthesizer and the dancefloor. The wooing of the dancefloor was reciprocated by disco: Chic’s ambition was to be the 'black Roxy Music".