Broadway Danny Rose (One night)

You know what my philosophy of life is? That it's important to have some laughs, but you gotta suffer a little too, Because Otherwise you miss the whole point to life. (Broadway Danny Rose from W.allen)

Ok I see the ironic side of the matter, if you find yourself playing in a place where the show and 'made bad music (yours), in a spa hotel, with 4 Brazilian dancers, dancers pseudo 2 Italian, 1 animator surreal, 1 tiptap dancer, the most that you can 'come out and' a show to Broadway Danny Rose, lacked the strozzapalloni, Lou Canova and ventriloquist then the scene would be complete.

The dancer tiptap in particular, who wants to improvise ... and looks at me and I look at him and we look, and others look at us and I look felipe and then die with all the Philistines Samson stroke of genius, and "puttin on the ritz" Â ( the mythical scene frankstein junior with the song of tap dancing), wanted to tap dance, we've got in the way more 'ironic that comes to mind.

The truth 'is that I was more' to laugh, I can not see the grotesque side of these things, so I take everything 'solemnly seriously disturb me these scenes, in the midst of vulgarity' (but vulgarity 'real whipped in the face, no vulgarity 'venial sin), surrounded by the sound engineer Roman makes me the butt of jokes about Brazilian Felipe who plays the part of Louis Armstrong (I am poor, black), let's face from the Brazilian butt ugly that if the menano and shakes as if possessed by Capossela, I left to do is look at a poodle that dances along with the delicious Brazilian and run away as soon as possible from all that ugliness. And that way for the return, the lights, the smells and the dreams of this night a sinalgia psychological, psychedelic stuff that are really in good shape.

I have to change many things.

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Scenes from a Marriage (Chronicles of poor communists)

"We come from far away, go away" (Togliatti)

By now you should know well the famous time dilation effect of the South American people, and now 'has finally been experienced also an effect of alteration spaziale.Appuntamento 17.00 to my house to reach the locality' Four roads, Arci Risorgimento. Of course for the time tunnel, and bassist Felipe materialize in my house at 18.45 when we had to be ready to play at 18.30. I do not know exactly where Four Roads, then the bass player (Venezuela) with making sure of himself, says he knows with precision, as if he had always lived in that place, where you see the village where it stands this Fellini-circle arch revival . It starts, arrived in Cascina bassist comes out of the highway, even though the only thing I remember, and 'Four roads that should be a fraction of a Monte Santamaria, an advice which I think is wrong kindly, but he says with absolute certainty that knows what he's doing, and the Tosco Romagnola 'full of traffic, knows a tunnel space-time that we materialize' in front of the circle. I trust, then we arrive in this pleasant locality 'Four Roads (Fraz Of Lari), I was reminded fraction Bientina, boh be wrong', ask a native of Arci Risorgimento, but informs us that there is no club with that name in that little group of houses ...., illumine and then I discover that there is another fraction Four Roads, on the side exactly opposite to where we are, estimated distance .... 30 minutes, we are hopelessly late, the bassist with the renewed consciousness states to know where he is the other village, I trust not, but I am so tired that I decided to leave to him the task to ferry us to this strange marriage. Start a tour that looks like a minuet in the province of Pisa, Castelfranco, Santa Maria a Monte, Bientina Montecalvoli, Uliveto Spa, are just some of the stages affected by our pilgrimage. At the end when it was in despair and I realized the bike completely anisotropic guiding us through successive approximations to Four Roads, magically arrive in this charming town, a bar and 4 houses (and a fashion store ....). Please ask at the bar where you see the vicious Risorgimento, with pleasure that I discover in the bar there is' a relative of Katyusha (the bride) trying desperately circle. The type of bar asks us what's in this circle, and 'the morning looking for him, inform him that we all go to a happy marriage and he exclaims:

"Boh arch to the circle?" With undisguised disgust.

However he decides to sacrifice himself and tell the club, I see only "round wood left," I ask again only this time I understand the left ..... I decide that we understand and share it with, a procession of relatives who follow us, we arrive at the roundabout and wrong again 'cause I do not find the woods, but only the left, decided to return back and take one for the roads that originate from a roundabout, third, I see what the natives had called "the woods' (6 trees battered) and left with a sign sgarruppata ARCI Recreational Renaissance. We arrived galactic time 20.45, net 2 hours to make a record 20 KM. We install the tools in record time, and the marriage 'in the ballroom dell'ameno circle, of course, all the forces of the universe are against us, attack the mixer plant room and no sound audible to human ear will hear giants on the walls. Materialize a little old man from the age 'unknown, a classic face with a stick and disgusted. He looks at me and mumbles something that we can not decipher .... Polite smile, but he looks at me grimly and slams his cane on the stage. I do not understand, then sends us to hell and goes behind the stage ..... magically the sound leaving the plant, went on, back and looks at us with pity. ' Just enough time for a glass of wine and a bit of food from the buffett room, I look and I see the intron population that inhabits the 'dance hall', there are doubts on the progress of the evening. Let's start 'cause the husband wants a substrate.

C:> Method 'background on

It starts with some footage of that time the great boom of Italian comedy, the light box crackles, the sound that comes out there and 'matter of feel, the companions stuff themselves with ostentatious gestures around the table. Sometimes a companion waitress brings us to drink and we continue in our friendly mode 'sottofondo.Dopo hour the groom decides to riprogrammarci.

C:> Method 'Let's give him a wake

Felipe says, if you stop to feed them and give them to drink only see that if they give it a wake up ....

Syntax Error, the type ride but did not understand anything, cmq I decide to start the famous inclined plane of bullshit starting with Guantanamera. Also in parties, groups of people imbosca a skilled master dancer now I also studied this effect. The sympathetic teacher puts you in command of the army of companions and begins the famous dance group (two A 'three clap your hands ...) a mixture of Alligalli, Foxtrot and Mazurka. We continue to pound, having realized that they have a very limited autonomy. He approaches a femme fatale to Felipe, saying that she and 'a smooth dancer, and we have to do smooth, comes another girl who asks us for a' vasada '... we look and do not know what to say but what will' never vasada? A Neapolitan dance propitious to play at weddings? Then we realize that meant an unpleasant change in the cha cha cha ... mall called bachata, comes a Venezuelan, a Brazilian and an Argentine .... starting to make beats with felipe to stop playing and set mode 'beautiful on. After 10 minutes are all to drink with her husband, I try to continue to play something with the bass player with his usual creative tuning, playing some incredible things, worthy of the best harmonic Jaco Pastorius, Mingus substitutions worthy of the best, we end this wonder 23:30 and as soon as they are already 'almost all gone, we are talking bad about Berlusconi, Frattini, Fini, Chavez, Bush, we discover that the groom has an inn, where we soon invited to eat the truffle, we decide that we are all a brotherhood under the star of the international communist. And we salute emphatically. I remember the husband that we are all brothers of the international, but he has not paid .... He hit his head, apologized and called me aside and takes the wallet says the phrase:

"Do not make me a wedding gift?"
Ugh, but I do not like a present, it was said by, by not putting me in trouble 'between partners on .... And then he looked with the kid who is sacrificed, he gives me the agreed amount, making me feel like a perfect asshole. We salute continuing to declare undying love, felipe is circuendo the bride, we can pull it off. The evening ends at the home of a friend's bass player, you do not understand what to do in life, but every time we find in the house with a cigar, a robe and a glass of some expensive liquor in front of the fireplace with air godfather. Scenes from a Marriage.

(On Air Pablo Milanes Verdad Amarga)

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)

Music for lumberjacks

Meet at 18.30 to head towards Lucca Garfagnana where we do a gig at a party is not well specified. The unnamed short, but I can not tell me cause agitation, knowing the strange places where we ended up with the group of Latin American, the fact that the boss has not given leaves some shade. As a rule now well studied and documented relativistic effect of time that governs the lives of South Americans have turned to 18.30 in 19.30, then arrival at Castelnuovo around 20.30 (felipe had promised when you arrive at 18 ..). Finding the place where he will be 'this party is not' simple undertaking at the end we come across the right and straight ahead ... we come to a carpenter, well then you are a carpenter, I think it was wrong when I get a typical Garfagnana barks and say hello to me ( I know him to another party a bit more 'normal where we played in December) Hasta siempre ... screaming, and then down' a succession of colorful greetings in Garfagnana tradition that belies religiosity 'particularly the people of the place and slapping away back and dance in celebration of the reunion. I look around and see only circular saw, logs, mud, some bulldozer and a decaying warehouse and ask politely all'indigeno where I can download my piano. He points to a scale with a door at the top, already 'imagine a party in the style of Eyes Wide Shut and I would ask to enter your password, but' later I put aside the fantasy film, and I start to download. Saxophonist back down the stairs laughing and I am concerned, it will have 'seen (and I begin to remember all the strange incidents in which we found to play ...), I take the piano and I slowly climbed the stairs of concrete littered with logs, open the door and .... tadaaaaaa, a host of friendly lumberjacks, wives, carpenters sitting at big tables like party unity 'in a room of 100 square meters with a tropical temperature, and a pig that is brought in procession to the center of the room to see the prey to lumberjacks hungry, of course, the lighting and 'entrusted neon, intimate and confidential, Felipe begins to curse and its fucking crazy nights. But do not arrive in time to dodge pieces of pork, loggers, foresters corner reserved for children of musicians, a native son starts to cry propitiatory drink for the musicians, and we find ourselves with a bottle of wine to swill, we assemble, we a piece like 'just to wash our consciousness and then pouncing on tordelli of Garfagnana, followed by that famous suckling pig with honey and cheese, all washed down with good red wine, nothing to say, and exchanging toasts with foresters sitting at the table. Naturally begin to look impatient, the rest we arrived late and we are eating relaxed at ease as if we cut down trees and beavers bred since we were born, in short, start touching the inclined plane of the crap that will end 'propitiatory dances in the woodcutter's Garfagnana, very distinctive, a mixture of mating bears cascades of victory and of the indigenous forests of Australia, could make us not miss an episode of Super Quark. I really would've had enough of these evenings, we'll know where to Guantanamera circle of hell, to a crippled Commander Che Guevara in the text by the same felipe who do not learn '... ever, and in fact the script and' perfect, advance with the bullshit the foresight of a sorcerer Sioux. After two hours of hard work and noise and mating dances and some hint of a train, stop playing, we were now in a few musicians and leaders lumberjacks, approach me with a menacing air, ah .... and I says.

Woodcutter: "Fuck that face you had when you played, says a just god beep beep .... Mo looks like they are breaking my balls"

Quoyle: "Um you saw so much?"

Woodcutter: "Well yes, but just not good eh you felt like you were going to sleep"

(Fuck it was felt that I was falling asleep, are equipped with this capability 'I have an autopilot for the shit of Felipe, when part, I can almost stand, I played with him for 3 years in a nightclub in Versilia and eventually almost rested when we played, so the repertoire was the same for years and knew exactly what he said and did so wrong ...)

Quoyle: "No, no, I close my eyes to hear the music better (lie pious)"

Woodcutter: "Oh well you play something from you without felipe and saxophonist"

I, for the guilt that I did sgamare, I shot back, and begin a rather more suitable for dancing propitiatory Wood, The Girl from Ipanema. Felipe naturally from the first real woman, and even if 'we feel take away and feels compelled to cheer the woodman with his gorgeggi in Portuguese, the bass player who is down to his as the son of Piero Angela to science, begins to cripple the music by entering the imaginative color changes that I believe are the source Garfagnana .... and in fact there is repositioned immediately on the inclined plane of bullshit, and began rummaging in the bin directory of our offering pearls for every minute that passes. The end of the night, reminiscent of the 70 runs between the woodcutters, PFM, King Crimson, the area, of Cream, Soft Machine, Osanna, the Trip, with me looking at the guy who keeps talking, and I still do not hear that famous drink good red wine, thinking of the Cuban music really is and how little the culture of what it is and how shallow the way we listen and make music, to the health of the woodsmen of Garfagnana.

(On Air Carlos Puebla Quiero Amarosa GuaJra)