
Finally, after a very forgettable parentheses pages most depressing of my physical health, returned to the moments of life and fun. Call them if you want excitement. Robbie Friday was crazy enough to trust me and take me to ' Officina 49 to see this living legend of Mike Watt (of which I wrote here )
Mike was accompanied by the equally virtuous Stefano Pilia (full volume) and Andrea Belfi (Rosolina Mar), which gave us a musical excursion that dream has flown from Punk Rock to passing progressive for alt-rock with thankfully brief period of reading Emedioclementi Styla (S'infatti many years and noticed a strange presence in alpianoinferioredella room, a strange bearded figure, but cured in all ghingeri tighter battery Andrea Belfi).
Exciting. I can not even take the piss (Mike, not Emidio) because of its unbalanced shots from animal-Crazy Cow Syndrome, after I learned that a serious illness made him unable to play bass and he managed to return to wonder with such technical and sentiment after a tough rehabilitation in which he strongly believed J Mace.
So many people seemed to be there simply because it was the event of the week, and confidential candor admitted that he made a little 'two baskets, but the lovers and lovers of such techniques were actually taken in their world, where it did not matter that the musicians were so 'good, but that there were pans stuck in line next to the cow bell, the bow of the violin was used for the guitar, the skins of the drums were incredibly drawn.
The next day, and I Mic Leffe, adjusting the Tiny Tide configuration White Tides , we went to play in the worst bar in Caracas ( "Mic, I'll wait in the car. If anyone destroys me the fuck up and take notice that I'm going to play on the beach ... "). And I asked the daughters! "What the fuck does it say a comment like that?" . The response was almost zen: "What you have to play louder" .
The concert solo for drums, harmonica and guitar was exceptional. Do not think so. Probably the best ever! The blues intro, the voice that finally felt, Yoshimi never tried it with Michele ( "At one point, instead of doing the second part of Kitty Jesus makes a break and go straight, hold and look at the same time when Out "), friends who were so nice to come in droves to make a roar of Ciccone (also on the concert of Mando Diao suspended: P) Song2 dapaura! (On the other hand "Handle Me With Care" and "Walk Away Renee" I have not heard of them), two guitars with the strings pulled that forced me to make a gesture as a crazy with "A Song for EMI" only drums, vocals and harmonica (and good that is coming!) and make an aftershow at the insistence of the owner of the premises with Mic Leffe helped by a friend on drums and me on the ropes remaining Gretsh hand on distorted guitar solos and rhythmic beating and be there on the actual facts of tear the label "White Tides" (by White Stripes) to "I Zondini Miro's" .
short, running at about virtuosity, with a little gas, with a portion of solo drums that we had prepared for the tail of "Do Mean It's A Mess," in which MIC has given the best of if. Anything could have happened that evening that we were gassed by the large. Or maybe it was that we were terrified by the large, can not remember! The closure has been given back to the cover, with "Bye Bye Love" Everly Brothers of followed by a version of REM Triston "Sleeping in Your Hands" of Elisa .
Just a really great evening. Although the best memory fun is to Phil who tells of his "raids" on the walls with Londoners on the comment caustically that coined the laconic replies: "Not Anymore" .
Without friends cheering this absurd concert party at midnight near the river has lost half of its magic. I want to thank everybody really.
