I, on my sixteenth birthday I celebrated in Ravenna.
In fact, in Madonna of the Tree (small town names like blasphemy, fail. Or win, points of view)
So I am blessed birthday to me are passed to Bronson. That's when the 18
I have asked what I planned for Saturday,
Nothing I said, I only want to hear the One Dimensional Man with James.
By the way, James, the only guest.
One who listens to the ODM. (We're both indie and depressed, yes.)
And when I made a wild dimescional men, open up the sky, I am almost caught the infamatona because it always seems that I wanted to listen to stuff that pussy unknown.
But I know it seems that even the walls that we play in Dimensional Capovilla. Capovilla
ergo Theatre. Ergo
the least known. Or not?
Bah, maybe I did not realize it but deep down I want to make pussy for real and I do not appreciate their own.
subconscious is stone.
Well, not ramp down in Ravenna that bring us the parents of James.
I swear that Mr. and Mrs. Russo love them.
His father then something too.
But Clare also plays the music you're here?
Well, yes.
But I do not know the Phoo?
really is not that really my thing.
From Dad put up the 10, which is the Faith of Fine Before You Came.
ok, I understand, ascoltatevi sti Fainter.
(Giuseppe Russo, I'd marry.)
Then we arrive at Our Lady of the Tree, record time.
Sorry guys, for Bronson?
E 'this one.
READY.
Outside, a cool cat, of course you try to enter. There Nose
the first fail of the night, no boys only opens in ten minutes.
why people are out to smoke, not that I'm masochistic like yours truly who puts on 36 instead of his mother when the door 39, no, it's because you can not enter.
Ah. There.
The bouncer is a person too scary, bearded, grim look great.
not even try to contradict it, that they are dogs, which is a cool cat and then they could also get us into.
No, occhei, contradicts it and how. But
sotto voce. Maybe he's half deaf and in that the shoulders do not even hear me, come on. Oh, but would like it to him
scratch all that nice beard.
No, James, no. It 's too scary. Even for a fetishist like me.
Hallelujah, you enter.
say a few words for Bronson.
Great place, I like, very tiny size of the internal Planet Rock, a great bartender. The less people
barmaids.
Three attempts to give me a decent beer, but my dear you are so blonde pussy that you lose everything. And to think that usually I like blondes either. That
for James instead the can now, but the glass is broken.
Beer least offer it to him, I'm ruining forced to have breakfast together at the bar. Always pay him.
We arrived too early, it starts at ten, shit. But at the end of the ten
arrive. A group
shoulder so I just missed. Great indie
who know their texts.
I have my eyes wide open, mouth wide open, sometimes hunched shoulders.
Esterrefazione. (I wonder if there is a deadline)
The vocalist is a demon, we do not even try to understand the words, just look at this mile-haired skeleton to be squirming in a emmezzo square meters of the stage, which is thrown to the ground and starts running in the audience.
I realized only after all four members are deliberately dressed alike, in white. I look
James.
James looks at me.
wild-eyed.
But who are these?
you know where is the bathroom?
straight and then turn left there.
I go and come back, I'm here eh.
There is a girl who washes his hands.
Come on, attack the piece.
I say it's from an era that is not here, to Bronson, who does not even know who is playing tonight, but if these are better if you came here it was at midnight that he paid half as well. Reassure the poor soul, in reality, "these people" is the shoulder, the concert will be a real bomb, I am come on purpose.
Three minutes of talk and then great greetings.
Luckily must play the last two pieces.
Strategically we move ahead in place of the bassist, who talks.
The low scrausa Capovilla is the most I've ever seen. I come
elucidated, however, that this is one of the best bass in the world, expensive stuff.
they do not miss anything, colored lights and even smoke.
Bomb.
Wait, go on stage.
I miss your breath away. That's
Pierpaolo Capovilla, and I've got two feet from his nose.
not breath for a moment even more.
When these things happen to me I think I'm just a mere teenager sbarbina.
Yes, am.
texts I sketch them, know them all, we do not know. James
not even know them.
Which is a bit 'a fail, but at least we did not even know the lyrics of the band to support, not like some indie but they knew that those are not the ODM.
And you realize that there are two types of fail, the fail failfail and happy.
not know the songs of the shoulder most embarrassing of all time is a happy fail.
not know those of Dimensional, no. This is a failfail.
If you are not Tell Me Marie cry. The
do.
This is all I know. Live is a bomb.
Pierpaolo is a bomb. He spits on the ground. Spin in circles. E 'angry black, that goes like this.
Scream! Scream something lovely! Translated
,
Shout! Shout something beautiful!
you are beautiful!
CAT!
James and I, we recognize the facts.
He had already pointed out at the end of the first part of the concert, when it is stretched to rob two picks and ended up on the security.
He had to put in place a pick.
The other, however, if held, says that the incornicerà.
Here it's all over, we find no exit, but we have to run tomorrow morning because he must arbitrate, ergo waking hour of chickens.
Finally we leave the car in front of Russo's where that lies ahead. Rita
asleep, lying in the front seats directly Joseph.
Adottatemi.
I am undone. We are all mushy. We all slept.
-And if I think about it, next week, for Halloween, waiting for me quiet.
I listen to them by grade. Three years I want a fucking live. There are already full.
certainly escapes another post.
The fact is that blogs do not read them long never a cat. (Cited)
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