Afa and wet roads the day before.
Summer has begun, and it rained the various festivals around the country. Now that Peter is the biggest, would be a shame not to take advantage of this period can, after the long and tedious winter hibernation. So in recent days have put the bill out of the house a bit 'more often than we usually do and we went here and there, when we had no desire to stay at home. And as often happens in the festivals of the country, we saw several small groups of local concerts, often with little more than high school (such as age, mean).
At this point enters the nostalgia, and it makes me think back to the Black Riders (the name a bit 'tamarro, it is true, but still inspired to an album of Tom Waits), who founded the group I and two of my buddies class between the third and fourth year of high school (that is, between 1995 and 1996, if memory serves me correctly). I sang, played bass cube, Corn on the keyboard. The training is completed with Stefano and Diego on guitars, drums and Cam. I remember quite vividly the first clumsy especially in tests Channel-room tests, located in the former old-school channel. I remember a few red ceres so to melt, the sheets with the lyrics usually scattered in my backpack, an avalanche of dreams and ambitions.
to think now, it was obvious that we were not made to last. We had enough musical tastes, and different ways of understanding the band's style, so we went slowly but inevitably encounter the formation of internal factions that undermined a bit 'the solidity of the group. The debut to the 'Happening' high school was pretty awful, although fun ... if I remember correctly we played only three pieces: the classic blues of Robert Johnson Crossroads (but I believe the version of Eric Clapton, as Stephen, the guitarist, Clapton was convinced), Whole Lotta Love Led Zeppelin, and finally a repetitive instrumental piece in which I even ventured to play the quart (with what courage do not know ... aaah ... the beauty of adolescence) . I probably sbagliai all time, and because there was still lacking the slightest sense of rhythm, but after the concerts went well. Canale, Neive and chestnuts are the ones that I remember best and I have been more impressed. With the weather starts to sing better and always more fun on stage, and I gave my show. Most of the pieces we played were of strategic strategic strategic classics ... Cocaine, Comfortably Numb, "Smoke on the Water, Have you ever seen the rain. Personally, though, the idea of \u200b\u200bsinging the songs that have played another ten thousand groups I did not like very much. Then I loved Nick Cave, Tom Waits, PJ Harvey ... Things do not own niche, but already a bit 'less classic, for a cover band. In fact I loved a lot in that time ... the world music of Peter Gabriel in the Italian alternative scene, which in those years enjoyed a thriving little season, however, in some cases, a little 'overrated (by me first.) I mean, I knew two or three things and I already thought a music expert, and my naive assumption ambitions aroused in me screeching, just as an example, with those of Stephen, but that was the typical guitarist blues-rock, very good but a bit 'set on his sons (and his guitar solos). In hindsight, could take longer sit back and enjoy as long as possible the fantastic thrill of going on stage, instead of ending up like a bad copy of Commitments. We took time to write a song we (with my creepy-like text maudit), before finally wrecked on the threshold of eighteen.
Today, thirty-one, small groups so they look like us and I wonder what will last, before mounting the head and be pulled apart by differences of taste, misunderstandings, assumptions, commitments, lack of time and desire. But while I'm there on stage I envy them a bit '.
As we were ridiculous, gassed, naive and chronically adolescent, I'd do it all in my next life.
Summer has begun, and it rained the various festivals around the country. Now that Peter is the biggest, would be a shame not to take advantage of this period can, after the long and tedious winter hibernation. So in recent days have put the bill out of the house a bit 'more often than we usually do and we went here and there, when we had no desire to stay at home. And as often happens in the festivals of the country, we saw several small groups of local concerts, often with little more than high school (such as age, mean).
At this point enters the nostalgia, and it makes me think back to the Black Riders (the name a bit 'tamarro, it is true, but still inspired to an album of Tom Waits), who founded the group I and two of my buddies class between the third and fourth year of high school (that is, between 1995 and 1996, if memory serves me correctly). I sang, played bass cube, Corn on the keyboard. The training is completed with Stefano and Diego on guitars, drums and Cam. I remember quite vividly the first clumsy especially in tests Channel-room tests, located in the former old-school channel. I remember a few red ceres so to melt, the sheets with the lyrics usually scattered in my backpack, an avalanche of dreams and ambitions.
to think now, it was obvious that we were not made to last. We had enough musical tastes, and different ways of understanding the band's style, so we went slowly but inevitably encounter the formation of internal factions that undermined a bit 'the solidity of the group. The debut to the 'Happening' high school was pretty awful, although fun ... if I remember correctly we played only three pieces: the classic blues of Robert Johnson Crossroads (but I believe the version of Eric Clapton, as Stephen, the guitarist, Clapton was convinced), Whole Lotta Love Led Zeppelin, and finally a repetitive instrumental piece in which I even ventured to play the quart (with what courage do not know ... aaah ... the beauty of adolescence) . I probably sbagliai all time, and because there was still lacking the slightest sense of rhythm, but after the concerts went well. Canale, Neive and chestnuts are the ones that I remember best and I have been more impressed. With the weather starts to sing better and always more fun on stage, and I gave my show. Most of the pieces we played were of strategic strategic strategic classics ... Cocaine, Comfortably Numb, "Smoke on the Water, Have you ever seen the rain. Personally, though, the idea of \u200b\u200bsinging the songs that have played another ten thousand groups I did not like very much. Then I loved Nick Cave, Tom Waits, PJ Harvey ... Things do not own niche, but already a bit 'less classic, for a cover band. In fact I loved a lot in that time ... the world music of Peter Gabriel in the Italian alternative scene, which in those years enjoyed a thriving little season, however, in some cases, a little 'overrated (by me first.) I mean, I knew two or three things and I already thought a music expert, and my naive assumption ambitions aroused in me screeching, just as an example, with those of Stephen, but that was the typical guitarist blues-rock, very good but a bit 'set on his sons (and his guitar solos). In hindsight, could take longer sit back and enjoy as long as possible the fantastic thrill of going on stage, instead of ending up like a bad copy of Commitments. We took time to write a song we (with my creepy-like text maudit), before finally wrecked on the threshold of eighteen.
Today, thirty-one, small groups so they look like us and I wonder what will last, before mounting the head and be pulled apart by differences of taste, misunderstandings, assumptions, commitments, lack of time and desire. But while I'm there on stage I envy them a bit '.
As we were ridiculous, gassed, naive and chronically adolescent, I'd do it all in my next life.
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