Italian to English Translation?

smilesometimes wrote:

It would be like letting the right woman go after your first date because she didn't wear heels.

IGotShit-76 wrote:

We should ask Brad Pitt for a translation ... he's quite fluent in Italian.
*those who have seen Inglourious Basterds know what I mean*

morphine wrote:

Hi there, here's my contribution...!

"An unspeakable desire for freedom
After so many years, the retro purity of Seattle stars still warms the heart

Watch out: although highly praised, this is not the disk of the year. And this is not even ever heard stuff. But if you stopped here, you would be wrong. It would be like letting the woman of your life go because she did not wear heels on your first date: well, beyond the surface, Backspace pulsates. It screams about life. It spills over energy like the debut of a twenty-year old artist. Instead, it is the ninth album of a billionaire band. Of a band that could live just playing themselves over and over again. An attitude that has nothing to do with Eddie Vedder & co., who spent the 90s keeping glory afar with causes against Ticketmaster, squabbles with an untouchable Kurt Cobain, devotion for fans but not for media (as during Vs tour), and firm repudiations of video-clips: after the laurels gathered with Jeremy, Jeff Ament said that he did not want his music to be remembered for some attractive image.
For better or for worse, Pearl Jam have always minded their own business. The result is that while listening to Backspacer you feel like finding yourself in love again with the right woman, time after that very first date. And it’s morning when with Gonna See My Friend a terrific emotional crescendo starts. From that spark, Backspacer explodes its energy, and gives vent to an irrepressible freedom. For their impetus and their capacity of making you move your head (like in the single The Fixer, or in Force of Natures, where the band moves between references to The Who and echoes of brit punk from the late 70s), Vedder & co. are the only ones to resemble the Stones. But just with Paul Young in their heart rather than Swinging London (Just Breathe is a clear example). That’s why, despite the post-modern habits of going through old roads without heading anywhere, Pearl Jam yell to be a band from the 70s. In their essence. Their songs are simple, full of rock with no frills, based on guitars, drums and vocals (God, what a voice!). To make the difference between the idiots with trendy look and philologists with no memory is the need of having something to say and the luck of having (still) something to say. And it’s hard to establish if the secret of such a compositional purity originates from a somehow ingenuous age (the age of the Zeps, of Vanishing Point, of Dennis Hopper riding his Harley) or in the visceral melancholy always present in Vedder vocal modulations (impossible not to perceive in Unthought Known the wastes of an ancient pain, of a past anger). One fact remains: it may not be the chick of the year, but with this woman it will last long. Watch out."