Music for lumberjacks PT2 (But green is the color ..)

Is there a sequel to the events of the evening dancing for lumberjacks. We became very friendly with a couple of head lumberjacks capitalists, who periodically organize evenings of music and groceries. Saturday, in the heart of Garfagnana was' done one of these fun events, a nice location in the restaurant rented for the event. This time the target and 'different, well-meaning and wealthy professionals lucca well. Introduction of the evening of our makeshift entrepreneur

Um guys here, maybe tonight I played commander that you say?

How do you know when you allow children to do something, you usually want more of it, I want to play Hello Beautiful followed by Pueblo Unido, and then the Chants de Partisans, and then Bella Addio Lugano and all songs of struggle and protest that I know, but I know that there is hope Felipe 's too pad to do something like that, I resign right-capitalist environment and focus on food (at least the one with the wine on these occasions, and' always good). It begins with three four ballads, I realize it will be 'a waste, are in shape, the sound is not' bad, and they are pretty quiet musically speaking, these three pieces slip away quietly with some slick dude with a howl of the snout dipped into the pot.

We return to our table, and walks a couple disturbing, her and him. She is completely drunk, minigonnata spirited eye, begins

"Well done, that 'good, but played really?"
I keep, immerse the eye in the pot and let the bass and Felipe the task (for them not ungrateful) to connect with the alien, the alien and starts to ask me and saxophonist

"Be Italian music, gigi d'agostino, gigi d'alessio"

We smile with something that resembles a grin, but how the hell do you chidere to a group with singer nigga South American Spanish-speaking slang Viareggio to sing gigi d'alessio promises ..... badly.

We start the second half while a woodcutter cleaned daiiiiiii daiiiiiiiiiii let them prompts us dancing siiiiiiiiiii

I know that this incentive will have 'devastating effects on the disturbed psyche of Felipe, who feels the call of the forest, he feels compelled to keep people dancing at any cost. And 'the usual dream start to the inclined plane of bullshit. SI part, yeah ball volumes, speeds of 260 metronome to Montuno wild nonsense and people start to squirm on stage anywhere, sometimes I feel a hand on my head, I see no more 'other musicians, surrounded by tits, asses , glasses, a girl up on the amp and the bass starts to wiggle your hips like a potted Capossela that if the leads, and if the shakes, the bass player has no more 'drool already available and its' limited capacity' music down below the range of natural numbers, becoming negative, can play some things that do not exist, the bass and 'forgotten half tone, oh what a delight. In the midst of virtue ', stir two girls two girls aged ten years, dressed as two showgirls, truccatissime (find out' after their mother was the one that struck down with chopsticks timbales of felipe like a maniac during the our performance). With my friend saxophonist deliberate that can not be two girls and then we have three alternatives
1) They are two dwarfs of 25 years each
2) There are two GM
3) I'm a hologram or the result of poor digestion of wild boar

Now the situation and 'out of control, almost a centenarian pianobarista that makes us shoulder, starts palpeggiare next to me, even on my own piano, a girl, another ruffles my hair, I can no more' to see the saxophonist I feel some trumpeting that resembles the horn of Boromir while charging orcs, lose control and start to beat the drum like the piano, no reaction sparked the dance continues, disconnected cables, the pandeiro of felipe is pierced by a leg of orca it destroys it, then I stand up and I can not see felipe immersed in the casino, he stopped playing eballa with a girl, the bass player keeps playing on the low strings without logic, and the horn of Boromir 'most powerful' faint. I need to get reinforcements, then I start to play the piano with her ass, so now we are no longer cmq 'can understand what you're playing, I think it is a version of Pulp Guantanamera, nobody notices of delirium, we end this nightmare, and leave the dancing to our friendly pianobarista, which starts with "We are children of the stars."

I think the worst is over .... and instead, we are approached by four gals, me and paul smell the danger, and we immediately put mode 'ON vecchini the Muppet. Bassist iniza palpeggiare to a girl who after ten minutes we shall be groping palpeggiare to imagine another, but another girl starts a conversation with me and Paul, and enlightens us on the fact that the order:

1) There is a vaginal orgasm
2) You own a hotel has a pharmacy and a bank account in red
3) E 'right-handed
4) E 'in favor of the newly enacted Law on the equation of hard and soft drugs.
5) We all go to transsexual men 'cause we can not find the G spot of a woman

And other amenities' of this kind, we look with Paul, I mean look we see how long we run away, and we begin to talk of socialism, social status, of tolerance, but she resists, and then Paul has a brilliant idea , says:

"Love and 'left'
I start laughing, like a snake she gets angry and says we're crazy, having blathered something finally goes away and attacks itself to a dude with flowing hair, jacket, tie, polished jaws. I fucking say that the vaginal orgasm was left 'cause I do not, and' came to mind .... After this experience, there was a very nice couple that with the festival there azzeccava nothing, they were customers of the restaurant and were fascinated by such great humanity '. They approach and start talking, finally some word serene, quiet, had seen the whole scene of us Muppet businesswoman struggling with right-handed, so we talk, she and 'Foggia him to Florence, he speaks of things simple and quiet of that desire for life that brought us out of Apulia, the music, the desire for expression, and this thing does not explain but you know, and 'created a protective dome, something that eventually, perhaps aided by the wine, we do not know did greet with a warm embrace, beautiful, true and authentic beyond the 'sea of ​​bullshit seen, heard and done in the evening. Do not even remember their name, a meeting point in space-time.
The evening continues now have four, we set out to dismantle alien when another comes along and says "Now all of spaghetti at home miaaaaa"
O shit, not the spaghetti not, then I say go and I say 'BUT sieeeete a team daiiiiiii "
And I "No looks are a mercenary, since I just took the money, I'm leaving tonight are just a mercenary ..."
The girl looks at me with wild eyes, (I actually purposely exaggerated), but I am really tired of the bullshit, since the street 'full of snow and I will have to' do more 'than an hour to go back home and I want to keep that bit of positive feelings that I have been given by the two guys from Florence, that humanity 'hidden in that place is absolutely insane. I get home at 6 am, destroyed the certainty that the evening of 9 February with felipe will be 'one of the last ... and with the certainty that the stories told by the Blues Brothers are from real life.

(ON Air Rubin VANESSA It's Not Easy Beeing Green)