Sunday, February 13, 2011

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The painful history of the Iron and Wine concert in Bologna


was some time since we were preparing for the
concertone of Iron and Wine in Bologna.
Yes, we have prepared. No
who cares the new disc.
The new disc is also not so nice, nor
. I say the
preparation travel:
Hotel booked, tickets bought,
membership ACSI booked, booked trains, outfit ready, various rolls are ready, you can fuck identikit easy ready too. So we
girls very organized.
'm back from London an hour ago and I remember just one word:
FEET.
Mann ! Not for Iron and Wine to him after we get there Daje .
Foot, excruciating pain in the foot, feet throbbing, feet screaming, feet feet feet feet feet.
arrive in Bologna we decide that we are so we can show our pussies walk the "
mezzoretta " che separa la stazione dal nostro alloggio in via degli Usberti .
Bella roba, sabato pomeriggio, strada principale, bambini, innamorati, stranieri,
kebabbari , robbosi con i cani, sosia di Guccini a caso e il caldo, si il caldo di Bologna.
Ah Bologna!
Che bella Bologna, è una città che mi è sempre piaciuta dove mi trasferirei volentieri.
Bologna is beautiful but perhaps even more beautiful if we get drunk immediately.
Yes
lunch in the restaurant frozen in time.
"Wine?"
"But it is the second of the afternoon .... will bring us a liter of red
" How come here from Milan to Bologna? "
"Tonight we go to the concert Iron and Wine "
" Mmmm ... ..... Iron is metal? center the Iron Maiden ?
"Definitely not."

Bologna Beautiful, beautiful walk to the Hillock hot and nice, with the fear of stepping on the tail to some nice blind German shepherd, not the poor who then asked him to have of the owners who have a very bad style and studs, maybe he feels more in a sweet poodle .
Montagnola Beautiful, beautiful of us that will stand up and around people say things like:
"I do not believe in Ducks"
Ok not a problem do not give you.
not remember anything but walk, walk, walk, walk, and pain, real pain.


Foot, wine, walking, warm, Tower Asinelli, streets and roads and streets and walk.
Just walk the night comes and there is a live concert.

" maaa she is taxi driver, the area where we are going really bad?"
"Al Locomotiv ?"
"Yes"
" Ehhh girls ... yes, yes."
"Excellent!"

....

"You know you are one of the few that we met in Bologna"
" Eheheh , Yeah are rare now! "
" Eee should breed more of you!"
....

Entriamo nel locale dalle mura rosse, piano piano si riempie, fa già caldo, la guardarobiera è davvero troppo figa e mi fa sentire a disagio, le bariste non sanno fare i cocktail, è la seconda volta che ci ritroviamo a bere il santo Graal dei cocktail fatti male, "Il Cocktail Morte"
Il" C.M" non è altro che uno Sbagliato fatto male, molto male.
Nelle rarità dei casi in cui ci siamo trovati davanti ad un "C.M" non siamo mai riusciti a capire se fosse stato aggiunto o tolto qualcosa.
La scorsa volta ho sfidato la sorte e dopo averlo bevuto tutto mi sono ritrovata a dire cazzate, aprire il cuore, piangere in un angolo e a chiedere a Bugo "Ma secondo te dove ho sbagliato? Bugo aiutami tu".
La cosa brutta è che Bugo c'era davvero, non era una visione post "C.M".
Il "C.M" ha dei riscontri positivi nel senso che ti risveglia dal torpore, ti apre la mente.
It hurts, I know, but you wake up.
But back to the concert Iron and Wine .
It 's time of the shoulder and takes the stage Tift Merrit , the typical American songwriter, those with the grain of the voice that we really feel like a character comparable to Joni Mitchell.
One of those that, in all likelihood, lives in a commune of hippies, drinking organic green stuff, he gets excited in front of the trees in autumn, and shows a rather irritating spiritual serenity, patience and a mystical fun to sing softly.
already hate you.
You are there, above the stage, blessed with your beautiful grain of the voice to sing stuff like " Keep you happy " , people sballonza one part another, the most limonano , the most smiling and happy, too happy and the only thing that I feel are my feet are throbbing and "BOOM BOOM BOOM" were not even in a song volumes of Massini Black Eyed Peas .
Boom Boom Booom .
starting to go crazy, I'm bad, I wear a mere sweater with short sleeves, I do not care to smoke, all this serenity is making me uneasy.
We sit outside the room, walk walk walk.
invent songs on the feet, feet are discussing, inventing teorie su cui i piedi abbiano deciso di ribellarsi dopo aver sentito frasi come "un lavoro fatto con i piedi".
E' pazzia.
Sentiamo il silenzio, siamo alla terza sigaretta di fila.
Boato.
Ok Sam è sul palco, dovremmo entrare lo so che dovremmo entrare.
Non ce la facciamo ancora.
Fanculo Sam , fuck you, fuck your audience, your shirts and your smiles serenely.
Fuck .
Boom boom boom.
We return there against the wall, ok Sam I'm listening.
Ok Sam you're willing, I'm a snob like the others and I think this album is not the best, blablabla .
Still Sam does not take me, are angry because I do not feel part of the concert, a girl I silences and glares at her, she looks at her, her boyfriend, her shoes, her world.
I go outside to smoke again, yes again.
Of Naples next to me deepen complaints about the new album, but go I think.
continue a heated debate about how the folk is inflated , how Sam always wore plaid shirts, worn-out T-shirts and now we find him here "with the shirt and jacket."
I smile, I smile at her feet hurt, but there Always a fan who feels betrayed when his idol is wearing a "jacket" and it always makes me smile.
Boom, boom boom, and before I finish the cigarette.
'm in the bathroom, the mirror is deforming, are not really so, is the mirror.
What problem has this mirror, mirror and I want to fuck I do not see myself do not understand and cloakroom pussy is always out and is still pussy and I want to mirror, but I can not.
Then I go out, the concert Iron and Wine is ending, we hear it in the air after a two-hour concert.
And here the last two songs ...




I knew that I cared about.
're swinging too, are part of the concert, his feet do the same terrible but now we are you.
You're not listening to well and he understands it, put aside all the tools and uses only one, the best one, his voice.
E 'true but trivial.
Here Iron and Wine is this is one that in a moment makes you forget all that wrong you have done in a day.
(Then fell off the stage foot pain is back and tragedies have happened to other beautiful Bologna, beautiful)

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