you ever turn you on for days at the thought of an impending event, and when that day arrives so things go to shit to make you want to come back home to read your credit limit, which ever is cheating and that the emotion this event if it goes all to hell?
E ' what happened to me yesterday with the Zen Circus who played in Imperia. But instead, who knows what in the name of god, the evening was turned over and the mood so that I shook in his boots from his hair.
The fault lies with the unfettered capitalism that they call Christmas, as always, missing a week, it is to work out an hour before and needless to talk about it. I leave the locker room like a fury, a bulk meter, 5 floors of stairs (up and down), only the cross-country risk as a bastard in December is the last meters.
Arrive at the station on the edge of the accurate, all joyful, to be cut short by 40 minutes late. Which then become 50 which become 60. In the coldest station in history, where cold drafts rush from 4 sides.
quick to make you (the story would be much more sad and painful) is exempted in Alassio, Imperia and discharged in the radiant, for the first time to watch The Mole or , just behind the shops and distributors forgotten from the people.
I was sure it was already over, dawn to midnight and a half.
Instead, joy and solace, they begin soon after with people like shit.
We are three: me, the good poet, socialist, recently promoted a journalist, and another brilliant journalist, say it is not exactly my favorite breed, but these examples are exceptions.
The Zen never seen his face before, but damn expected, for them I also pack Brunori Sa s tonight. Young, attractive and have a lot of creativity and vitality on stage is a riot of distorted guitars and jump two feet, a real pleasure.
To be honest I was not obsessively careful during the live, I pogato on a single, much-loved song, but the atmosphere was livid with bread and sympathy, listened and then hang out.
I called Nadia to make them feel the songs, and obviously did not hear a chip only: D But I wanted to do since the concert Tooth , Damn!
The Zen continues to go all fuck off, the item amounts equal to the album version, great. Beak my former roommates from Gramsci, as I loved it \u0026lt;3 and all the animated outline of friends and friends of Imperia: Riccia Capriccio that is hard to recognize, Svirgy, gaudentissima to see me, dear creature, Maury , adorable, filthy, and my second dog, Iggy \u0026lt;3
In the midst of all this are the Son of a bitch and I I sling a mosh carefree song that resonated in Gramsci every night.
Youth is varied and dressed and shit, mostly unknown, allegrotta short, enjoyable, and I can not afford to comment on the look?
I do not believe the girl dressed in alternative and strategic ultrastrana punkeggiando dancing and enjoying the applause of the seminal fluid of Fra. Alternative, that is, an exile from the dominant culture, is any Karletto who dresses really hunting, according to the only cover.
Maybe even make a selfish, but I miss talking to me and one other. We break the bivouac, then, and we put ourselves under the stage, I meet Karletto and the poet and I enjoy the scene with a chuckle.
Down there are We just want to live 20 years and returnable bottles (with Nadia says Fra: D), and then Christmas song that exalts the very poet. I saddens me that song from the bowels.
Pliny, man, that gives me a beer (I had asked for a gin and tonic, but do not go to boring bartenders with our demands) and Alvaro recognize me. I was not able to because I would have given less than 15 years.
The concert ends, who remembers with what song? After all, it's a lot I do not know.
'Sti assholes do not say nor bè nor pè and out, not caring if we call them for minutes.
But then refer to the estimate on my part, because while it still appears recovered from a blunder to another, indicates to me include bassist and singer, sprawled like any 15 year olds who drink alcohol places his feet loose, and I asks whether, by virtue of his privileges of an intern, I want to exchange a few words.
Panic, I admit it, even if annoys me that these anxieties elevino them, they like everyone else, to the rank of stars. In short Fra, God rest his soul, introduces me to Ufo .
sgarzulla Check all, I give him a comradely slap on the shoulder and I do: "We, but how come my friend you have not done?"
And there part of a conversation Madonna, as vital few, in one of those nights when you do send reports intepersonali glow in the dark.
He says he never claimed it to him no, that song, and will say so to others, the species is the thing. I ask the tour and he starts narrating the fourth in the length and breadth of the wonders and depressed about traveling uninterruptedly for years for local, small clubs and basements of the cock.
JuBamboo Del does not know anything yet, though.
"Listen, and you tell me What do you think of teeth? "I ask, imagining that I almost say," And who the fuck is that? ", and instead I forget that they played well together. Ufo calls it a" good kid ", said the kind that does not like , reminds Baptists and the Baptists are the shit.
"Last thing and then do not break my balls more, my friend of Salerno says Vasco Brondi is mounted a dick, I read a ' interview and what I thought, what do you know? "
Meanwhile, the bass player goes, everything out of tune, and I threw out that watching him on stage we have noted this extraordinary resemblance to Sid Vicious.
"Eh, you're not the first to tell me!"
On Brondi makes a speech that never ends, says that he came to the fore very young, opening at their concerts, and without a group behind him, only him, his defense is all about, instead timidoe seems to be sweet, I must say that all the harping seems sincere and convincing, perhaps he would also coninto Nadia, if only for a moment: D
speaks at length about this new thing that characterizes the years '00, the community that has formed between the 'underground Italian music: First we took a malign and fives, now we are all friends.
Then if Antoine steals in his, to conversation and I return to say hello and Svirgy Karletto and laugh a little '.
Esco still soaked euphoria. "It 's because you have a gift," says Antonio "you feel your partner the most important person in the world." "No, it was just drunk and stoned, he also spoke with a bedside table" replication lapidary Fra.
conclude with a cup of tea at her house, amid the depths of books while I pressed down with my favorite game, that of "What do you think ...?"
to her touch Zanardo, Lipperini and the French with which I pass every night for months now.
PURE COMMENT: Go see it. They have talent, imagination, and you battered us two words, which, considering the Italian music scene and the authoritarian drift in which we are dragging, it is not obvious.
LIVE THE ZEN CIRCUS !
Simona
