Sunday, November 15, 2009

Linfoma In The Abdomen

Fog Dancers



The thing that pleased me more to play with Tiny Tide L Avigna was definitely the sound, with all the wooden walls caressing the subtle nuances and absorb the blows CEH Mic Leffe fired on drums, with a voice that would eventually be a decent output, if it were not for the fact that ... it was spitefully gone!

The low Manuel, the new vintage amplifier box, that's cool never seen, and together with superversatile new guitar to Dendrix have contributed a lot to enhance the sound.

Before any of us, but after the show was given to Dendrix all'heavymetal and Nicolas on drums. Not just considering that you do not pay the ticket! It was clear that Nicolas, a strong supporter that I am always delighted to meet (at the level of absurdity mental wave we are on the same line, except that I did not need to drink to tune its frequency), was to combine one of its . So I do not have time to 5 minutes away from Clint (my acoustic guitar) that I find it tumbling to the ground covered with beer. Rock'n'roll!

I was also very pleased with the atmosphere very relaxed and peaceful that there was. Everything went smoothly, even when the Boss has decided to delay stranded in the middle of "Mask Mask Me Me Me Mask" , the guys have very well continued without batting an eyelid.


The mega initial intro bowler now has become my favorite part of the show, but I was also very pleased to play for the first time "AAA" , that really sends me to another planet (Planet Rock?).

We thought people had enough of a lineup so long, instead called for a truly did not want to end up more!


The evening ended, at least for me, along with pizza Seek in (the only open till 2 am in Cesena), talking about how we post-snob young jocks listen to music when very young and the young forward is not even about things that fossilize our grandparents. So we have a little 'rice (despite the love-respect for those bands) on this fanaticism that revolves around bands like Wilco and Polvo. The POWDER, DICK! WILCO! But who the fuck them know, we said. "You've never heard them on Radio DeeJay Polvo Have you ever seen the Wilco from Ventura?". "I mean ... I listened to them attached to the radio ten years ago in Stereonotte ... but the others?".



But I had to think again! The Polvomania , which seemed as unreal as the fog thickened within the Bronson, there was a consistency palpabilissima. People come from all over the north in tears (at least in the first file) crying "was ten years waiting for this moment. TEN YEARS." We had to wait!

I Polvo ! Impossibile non amare una band così modesta nonostante la presa sulla nicchia a livello mondiale e l'indiscutibile talento, una band che sale sul palco col sorriso sulle labbra rimbalzandosi commenti del tipo:"Ma cos'è tutta questa nebbia?", "Ma riuscite a vederci?", "Ash... dove cazzo sei?". DEI GRANDI, con più presenza ora che dieci anni fa sulle foto sbiadite di Rokkerilla. Un po' ti vergognavi, nonostante l'amore insensato, non calcolato, animale, istintivo per le canzoni, di stare in mezzo a fan venuti così lontano, che cantava in perfetta asincronia con la band di luci e ombre di mondi interiori malati come se si trattasse di "Hey Jude", e che riconosceva album di provenienza e canzoni da ogni più insospettabile nota d'inizio. Ma che show! Con la sorpresa di vedere dal vivo concretizzarsi con la stessa resa l'energia e l'assurda capacità perfettamente impeccabile e sbilenca di album che si svelano senza trucchi ne inganno, con un affiatamento invidiabile sotto un impianto luci mai perfetto come ieri sera.

Detto che quel pazzo di Brian Quast, che ci ha regalato un assolo assolutamente fantascientifico, per quanto mi riguarda è il batterista dell'anno, è che al secondo bis la gente gridava in lacrime "ANYTHING!!!" e "MY SHARONA! LOUIE LOUIE! WHATEVER!", chiudo questa consuetamente rapida quanto prolissa parentesi dicendo che ringrazio l'entità superiore che gestisce nut with a random thirty-six faces of our lives for letting me come home free with all that fog there was. Even out of Bronson.




Some Polvofoto here

Polvovideo 1 But now I'm still standing and with tons of episodes of television series in which catch up, thanks largely to Paso
, so I know that I have attached a new disease

:)

Go see if you still have time,
this wonderful film , which was able to open my heart like this did not happen for a long (among other things, and ' indissimo too!).

Saturday with a better output Ballotta. I really enjoyed the concertodi
Jay the Late . You can read something in the vocabulary here . I was in form! (You could see?) So fit that I left the phone in the car of Demetrius! : D

Among other things, my friends from Ferrara, that I did not know why one of them had changed his hairstyle and looked more like avid Hasselhoff, Compagnoni, who seemed to become more young Pullo, which in turn sends me encrypted on the meta-proof phone Da Vinci Code, Stephen Pony Space, which says that the last album the Flaming Lips have lost us, and we mean we have lost fan , Seek after making a spectacular entrance Transpadana Ravenna-Bologna nasando an unexpected reversal that brought the pole to be mitteleeuropeo and Bronson's Cove Provincial Beko evaporating cigarettes indoors (in the sense that he had his cap and wool down the hall) and Robbie Ale while I could not help revealing that the part of Team Geek Glasses, Paso and Ele that sorption our fantateorie on why people are not happy pussy and attack me - as I was saying - New diseases cathode.


On ... I try to put me now even. The concert? Some said they were a bit 'repetitive and see the Beatles play on the roof of EMI Corp was more exciting, but I also agree with those who pointed out that 40 minutes so drawn and engaging averebbero amused even those who are not fond of general. The best around in the absence of the Ramones.

for Pull PS: The new blog is this: D

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