lunedì 31 maggio 2010
venerdì 28 maggio 2010
The biggest experience of my life...10 years in heaven!!!
To be part of a team, a big commitment, a greater pleasure!!
A man, a woman, a kid, an animal, out of a group is not much, alone you can't grow up, you can't progress, you can't achieve big targets, most of people need to be alone in the moment of the "metamorphosis", but it's something that you achieve anyway after you met 1000 faces, souls, experiences and words.
My self when i was younger(about when roman soldiers were still wandering around chasing a guy with cross) I was quite a reservate and lonely kid, but growing up i learnt the importance of matching up with people, making group, achieve targets together.
About 15 I started to play drums, mostly inspired by that hero that still is Alex Van Halen,Steve Riley and Sid Falck, i was living in a small town of about 10'ooo people so after 4 months everyone knew it and i started to join the musical scene of my city, Brescia, getting more and more involved in its activities, i met other musicians, with those i've spent nights and days in time getting to know each others, being partecipating to something that i wouldn't think possible before.
I started to be invited in playing sessions, dinners and lunches, bbqs in the forest, I met my first girlfriend in one of those situations, and through this situation i met the people that i joined after in my first band, it was amazing to meet, talk about how to create music, translate your self in sounds, so we just found a room, took our instruments there, and we started playing!!!At the beginning we found a place in a farm, well isolated,we were playing in a room that formerly was a pig house!!!!Then we sorted it out in a month became our room, with posters of hot girls, Van Halen, Overkill and our heroes on paper!!!
At the beginning it was a bit more difficult than expected, i never plaied with anyone before and to bond with the others was not that automatic, but i've learnt. And when i've learnt enough we started playing around, first in small clubs, mostly in front of other friends, then we had luck and we got included in a small festival and there, as the only hard rock band of the area(about 15 years ago)we impressed the crowd in a terrific way, we were the devil by the church, the scandal in the small village, there things started to change a lot...After that my first band basically ended up in a quite real rockstar style, 2 of us too involved in heavy drugs just disappeared in a few weeks, the third one became a father too soon and had to stop part of his dreams to dedicate to something more important, the 4th one opened up his own business, and me i went on playing, right choice!!! At that point i was someone, not an important one but someone, i developed a soul, full of interests and energy,friends, there was a guy that started to call me "maestro", i felt proud of it, even if by character i'm a modest one(i don't gas up my self too much, i think it's like to illude urself that u're finally there, and that's where u sit down and u stop to progress) it was a pleasure to be called like that!!! And this guy now is a fucking cool drumming as well, better than me in certain points!!! In 10 years, after that night at the open air festival where i've had that big concert, i reconed that finally many drummers in the area started to play drums inspired by that crazy storm of a guy that plaied at Under the tower festival. Somes of them didn't even know it was me, but they always said they started playing after the sound of my drumming moved something in them. This is something to be proud of.
After that, i still used to meet the people of this experience, we were often to eachothers house for a dinner, a beer or other nights that went on until dawn watching and commenting videos of us plaiyng, of other bands that inspired us, the guitarist, Lopez,had 2 young daughters that i've seen growing up, untill both of them showed up at the driving school i used to work in and through me they had their driving licence, and by what i know they still haven't had an accident anyway!!!!
After that short experience i met other musicians, other people, other stories, and i went on playing with them (most of my dearest friends today are still musicians)in other places, other towns, other situations...
But most of times were bands that wouldn't last longer than 1 year, strange to say but it's like that, vaguity of life maybe...Untill I met a guy at a reunion of my first band in a open air party with live music, where as people spotted us we were invited straight on the stage to perform our glorious version of a song from Slayer, and all at once this crazy guy jumped on the stage and grabbed the mic, starting to sing with us!!! This was il Rusu....and here an amazing story begins...but i will tell it tomorrow just to leave u something to come back for!!!
A man, a woman, a kid, an animal, out of a group is not much, alone you can't grow up, you can't progress, you can't achieve big targets, most of people need to be alone in the moment of the "metamorphosis", but it's something that you achieve anyway after you met 1000 faces, souls, experiences and words.
My self when i was younger(about when roman soldiers were still wandering around chasing a guy with cross) I was quite a reservate and lonely kid, but growing up i learnt the importance of matching up with people, making group, achieve targets together.
About 15 I started to play drums, mostly inspired by that hero that still is Alex Van Halen,Steve Riley and Sid Falck, i was living in a small town of about 10'ooo people so after 4 months everyone knew it and i started to join the musical scene of my city, Brescia, getting more and more involved in its activities, i met other musicians, with those i've spent nights and days in time getting to know each others, being partecipating to something that i wouldn't think possible before.
I started to be invited in playing sessions, dinners and lunches, bbqs in the forest, I met my first girlfriend in one of those situations, and through this situation i met the people that i joined after in my first band, it was amazing to meet, talk about how to create music, translate your self in sounds, so we just found a room, took our instruments there, and we started playing!!!At the beginning we found a place in a farm, well isolated,we were playing in a room that formerly was a pig house!!!!Then we sorted it out in a month became our room, with posters of hot girls, Van Halen, Overkill and our heroes on paper!!!
At the beginning it was a bit more difficult than expected, i never plaied with anyone before and to bond with the others was not that automatic, but i've learnt. And when i've learnt enough we started playing around, first in small clubs, mostly in front of other friends, then we had luck and we got included in a small festival and there, as the only hard rock band of the area(about 15 years ago)we impressed the crowd in a terrific way, we were the devil by the church, the scandal in the small village, there things started to change a lot...After that my first band basically ended up in a quite real rockstar style, 2 of us too involved in heavy drugs just disappeared in a few weeks, the third one became a father too soon and had to stop part of his dreams to dedicate to something more important, the 4th one opened up his own business, and me i went on playing, right choice!!! At that point i was someone, not an important one but someone, i developed a soul, full of interests and energy,friends, there was a guy that started to call me "maestro", i felt proud of it, even if by character i'm a modest one(i don't gas up my self too much, i think it's like to illude urself that u're finally there, and that's where u sit down and u stop to progress) it was a pleasure to be called like that!!! And this guy now is a fucking cool drumming as well, better than me in certain points!!! In 10 years, after that night at the open air festival where i've had that big concert, i reconed that finally many drummers in the area started to play drums inspired by that crazy storm of a guy that plaied at Under the tower festival. Somes of them didn't even know it was me, but they always said they started playing after the sound of my drumming moved something in them. This is something to be proud of.
After that, i still used to meet the people of this experience, we were often to eachothers house for a dinner, a beer or other nights that went on until dawn watching and commenting videos of us plaiyng, of other bands that inspired us, the guitarist, Lopez,had 2 young daughters that i've seen growing up, untill both of them showed up at the driving school i used to work in and through me they had their driving licence, and by what i know they still haven't had an accident anyway!!!!
After that short experience i met other musicians, other people, other stories, and i went on playing with them (most of my dearest friends today are still musicians)in other places, other towns, other situations...
But most of times were bands that wouldn't last longer than 1 year, strange to say but it's like that, vaguity of life maybe...Untill I met a guy at a reunion of my first band in a open air party with live music, where as people spotted us we were invited straight on the stage to perform our glorious version of a song from Slayer, and all at once this crazy guy jumped on the stage and grabbed the mic, starting to sing with us!!! This was il Rusu....and here an amazing story begins...but i will tell it tomorrow just to leave u something to come back for!!!
UNA CANCION D'ESPAGNA, UNA BUENA IDEA POR EL MUNDO....
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
Y es que no hay respeto por el aire limpio
Y es que no hay respeto por los pajarillos
Y es que no hay respeto por la tierra que pisamos
Y es que no hay respeto ni por los hermanos
Y es que no hay respeto por los que están sin tierra
Y es que no hay respeto y cerramos las fronteras
Y es que no hay respeto por los niños chiquininos
Y es que no hay respeto por las madres que buscan a sus hijos.
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa q ya no la quieren.
Y es que no hay respeto y se mueren de hambre
Y es que no hay respeto y se ahoga el aire
Y es que no hay respeto y yo y lloran mas madres
Y es que no hay respeto y se mueren de pena los mares
Y es que no hay respeto por las cosas de los pueblos
Y es que no hay respeto desde los gobiernos
Y es que no hay respeto por los coches mininos
Y es que no hay respeto y el mundo se prendió...
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor q le cure la penita q tiene.
Aah-aah
Y es que no hay respeto por el aire limpio
Y es que no hay respeto por los pajarillos
Y es que no hay respeto por la tierra q pisamos
Y es que no hay respeto ni por los hermanos
Y es que no hay respeto por las cosas de los pueblos
Y es que no hay respeto desde los gobiernos
Y es que no hay respeto por los coches mininos
Y es que no hay respeto y el mundo se prendió...
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
Y es que no hay respeto por el aire limpio
Y es que no hay respeto por los pajarillos
Y es que no hay respeto por la tierra que pisamos
Y es que no hay respeto ni por los hermanos
Y es que no hay respeto por los que están sin tierra
Y es que no hay respeto y cerramos las fronteras
Y es que no hay respeto por los niños chiquininos
Y es que no hay respeto por las madres que buscan a sus hijos.
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa q ya no la quieren.
Y es que no hay respeto y se mueren de hambre
Y es que no hay respeto y se ahoga el aire
Y es que no hay respeto y yo y lloran mas madres
Y es que no hay respeto y se mueren de pena los mares
Y es que no hay respeto por las cosas de los pueblos
Y es que no hay respeto desde los gobiernos
Y es que no hay respeto por los coches mininos
Y es que no hay respeto y el mundo se prendió...
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor q le cure la penita q tiene.
Aah-aah
Y es que no hay respeto por el aire limpio
Y es que no hay respeto por los pajarillos
Y es que no hay respeto por la tierra q pisamos
Y es que no hay respeto ni por los hermanos
Y es que no hay respeto por las cosas de los pueblos
Y es que no hay respeto desde los gobiernos
Y es que no hay respeto por los coches mininos
Y es que no hay respeto y el mundo se prendió...
Brighton always have a Bright tone....
I left london at about early afternoon to be in brighton around 4. Then another tour de force started, at that point i was awake by 8 of thursday, i spent the night up with my friends (with a quick moment with my ex in London, who's still really a lovely venezuelan lady)
and i left around 10 am, direction to camden and finally to the bus, 2 hours of travel and then happy to be in Brighton again, i don't like london, except for my friends there, it's just a big, too crowded of everything town!!! ok there is culture and art but...i knew some people into it and they are too much into it!!!well, i won't spend many words about London, it's just a big mess, where you meet the most greesy vicious people u could imagine, and that's not really for me...
I was happy to come back to brighton, to see the green hills around, the parks, the skaters at the level, the seafront...I came back with a t shirt all sweating and smelling, smelling of passion, fun, runs, heat, dancing and street!I'm listening to "pictures of you" from The cure right now...it's so...fitting with everything around me...and i'm happy!!!well, nothing much happened till 8 in the evening, just i went for an hair cut that i needed, and then home, a little rest for a shower and then 3 2 1 action again i went for beach volley!!! I don't know how i did it, i had blue under my eyes, a mess in my brain, but still the power to go on...and it was fun!! there was new people and we had like a training session first and then some match, it's funny to play in team, i like to meet new people, and as recently i didn't have many socialisation chances, i enjoy everything double!!!
Expecially there was this girl, Shaz, she a never ending laugh!!! she's always laughing anything happens, I like this atmosphere, I think English people don’t laugh enough, all involved in their being so square....after we finished the match that was quite unbalanced as our opponent couldn't find the way to keep the ball on our side for more than 2ice, I left destination home, exhausted, dizzy and hallucinated, just willing for the bed but.....NO WAY!! cause i met Patricia and she took me to a bbq on the beach where i met friends on a bonfire!!! And there again 2 hours to tell and hearing news, tragedies, new ideas and experiences with everyone, i like those things but when u're like a zombie well, u just don't live it properly...anyway it was so good to see them all, I don’t know how to impress my feelings or ideas about those things but well, somethings u just live them u enjoy them, and the morning after u just wake up with an endless smile thinking about how u survived the storm again!!! One more time….well, this is it for this week, maybe…I still feel I gotta lot to tell but now it’s time to cut…I’m exhaust…enjoy reading and post anything u feel !! AND TO SOPHIE, IF U’RE READING THIS, ARE U THE SOPHIE I KNOW FROM BELGIUM!?!?!? TALK TO U SOON!!! AND BY THE WAY, AS A NEWBIE, HOW CAN I POST PICTURES AND VIDEOS?!?!?!? GOT A LOT TO POST AS WELL….OK, THAT’S IT, ROCK N ROLL TO EVERYONE!!!
and i left around 10 am, direction to camden and finally to the bus, 2 hours of travel and then happy to be in Brighton again, i don't like london, except for my friends there, it's just a big, too crowded of everything town!!! ok there is culture and art but...i knew some people into it and they are too much into it!!!well, i won't spend many words about London, it's just a big mess, where you meet the most greesy vicious people u could imagine, and that's not really for me...
I was happy to come back to brighton, to see the green hills around, the parks, the skaters at the level, the seafront...I came back with a t shirt all sweating and smelling, smelling of passion, fun, runs, heat, dancing and street!I'm listening to "pictures of you" from The cure right now...it's so...fitting with everything around me...and i'm happy!!!well, nothing much happened till 8 in the evening, just i went for an hair cut that i needed, and then home, a little rest for a shower and then 3 2 1 action again i went for beach volley!!! I don't know how i did it, i had blue under my eyes, a mess in my brain, but still the power to go on...and it was fun!! there was new people and we had like a training session first and then some match, it's funny to play in team, i like to meet new people, and as recently i didn't have many socialisation chances, i enjoy everything double!!!
Expecially there was this girl, Shaz, she a never ending laugh!!! she's always laughing anything happens, I like this atmosphere, I think English people don’t laugh enough, all involved in their being so square....after we finished the match that was quite unbalanced as our opponent couldn't find the way to keep the ball on our side for more than 2ice, I left destination home, exhausted, dizzy and hallucinated, just willing for the bed but.....NO WAY!! cause i met Patricia and she took me to a bbq on the beach where i met friends on a bonfire!!! And there again 2 hours to tell and hearing news, tragedies, new ideas and experiences with everyone, i like those things but when u're like a zombie well, u just don't live it properly...anyway it was so good to see them all, I don’t know how to impress my feelings or ideas about those things but well, somethings u just live them u enjoy them, and the morning after u just wake up with an endless smile thinking about how u survived the storm again!!! One more time….well, this is it for this week, maybe…I still feel I gotta lot to tell but now it’s time to cut…I’m exhaust…enjoy reading and post anything u feel !! AND TO SOPHIE, IF U’RE READING THIS, ARE U THE SOPHIE I KNOW FROM BELGIUM!?!?!? TALK TO U SOON!!! AND BY THE WAY, AS A NEWBIE, HOW CAN I POST PICTURES AND VIDEOS?!?!?!? GOT A LOT TO POST AS WELL….OK, THAT’S IT, ROCK N ROLL TO EVERYONE!!!
Like an Iron man!!!
Ok, it's saturday morning, I'm having fruit for breakfast, it's a good healthy choice after 2 days at the mad house in London!!!
My friends are ok, most of them lost them selves somewhere unknown, but the best ones are still there, older, not lively as they used to be, basically we're older than 1 year ago, and u can really feel it!!!but it was a nice staying! I met finally just tommy, neurone and maccio, all of them tired exhausted of work all the time, we're still very lively, envolving and crazy crew, but not as one year ago when, once u stepped the doorstep, u always had to watch your back because there was always someone cooking some weird funny joke!!! Well anyway i spent 2 days again in this dimension that i've missed so much!!! thanx to maccio and prof that gave me again a place to stay in my wandering around!!!
I've been spending since yesterday some like 24 awake, no stop, no nap, no drugs, just feeling good, eating light, taking vitamins and just going with the purpose of ending up in the bed just when really i couldn't stand anymore!!! and it was good.... :-)
My friends are ok, most of them lost them selves somewhere unknown, but the best ones are still there, older, not lively as they used to be, basically we're older than 1 year ago, and u can really feel it!!!but it was a nice staying! I met finally just tommy, neurone and maccio, all of them tired exhausted of work all the time, we're still very lively, envolving and crazy crew, but not as one year ago when, once u stepped the doorstep, u always had to watch your back because there was always someone cooking some weird funny joke!!! Well anyway i spent 2 days again in this dimension that i've missed so much!!! thanx to maccio and prof that gave me again a place to stay in my wandering around!!!
I've been spending since yesterday some like 24 awake, no stop, no nap, no drugs, just feeling good, eating light, taking vitamins and just going with the purpose of ending up in the bed just when really i couldn't stand anymore!!! and it was good.... :-)
Those 3 days needed loads of commitment...
Ok...i'm out of the storm...i've been to the mad house in London...Things happen fast, i ride like a rocket, i will tell a lot tomorrow about everything...tomorrow, goodnight
Looking for in Brighton
Paolo ha detto...
I'm looking for a bike!!! I used to ride in Italy and it's such a pain in the arse not to have one with this landscape of brighton!!!
Well i like to ride and i'm looking for one!!!
If anyone around see this post throw me an e mail please...and also if there are groups of bikers in brighton i would love to join!!!
See ya
I'm looking for a bike!!! I used to ride in Italy and it's such a pain in the arse not to have one with this landscape of brighton!!!
Well i like to ride and i'm looking for one!!!
If anyone around see this post throw me an e mail please...and also if there are groups of bikers in brighton i would love to join!!!
See ya
Let's start a blog and see what happens....
Nothing much about those days, just work and home, some time on the street of this town around, i have 4 nights left at work and then I'll visit some friends in London finally!! I miss them...i used to live with them for about 1
year of proper perdition!!! Perdition, what a strange word...Basically it's the way the world goes on today somehow, but in this word there are so many meanings inside!!! I've spent this year with the most crazy people i could ever meet...I thought i came from a wild heritage of friends in italy, but after i met the people at the mad house i gave a new meaning to this concept!!! Just skipping about the illegal and luxurious side of what happened at the mad house
(mostly to skip have possible problems with evil forces in blue)We just were some kind of family, all foreigners, far from home, everyone of us coming from a fucked up past, but still on the common ground to take care of, the ground of the fugees, of those who doesn't just wanna kneel down in front of the master of puppets, the hidden figure that leads the strings, the man in the buttons room, the man that, in our opinion, fucked up our countries, Sarkozy for Neurone"french connection", Berlusconi for me and Maccio"the padrinos", the hard square mentality of real Japanese culture for Tommy "Yakuza"(I mean out of the surface of Hello kitty-how i would like to get rid of that little puppet with my hands I HATE HELLO KITTY !!!!!-and manga cartoons), all out like renegades somehow, cause it was kneel or death or jail in their countries...We are not bad people, we were just a bunch of people out, out of this and that, out of ceremonious ways of polite people(it doesn't mean we are rude, just....direct and firm about things!!! We lived that place like a neverland, like a little place of our own where anybody were welcome but the evil forces in blue!!!!some people met love there, some had fights, somes came out from love and find a new start, some just came to get lost, or to find a shelter, some came to party on the roof and some other to experience something different, but who lived there always kept that spirit of the renegade, the men who's got none but themself and the friends and lovers around...
And wednesday i'll be there again , once again Pablo padrino, Maccio capatonda, Tommy Yakuza and Neurone FC!!! Oh my god...now that i'm trying to get a adult head on my neck, after living wild and crazy for too long...well, who gives a fuck!!?!?!? ROOTS ARE ROOTS, STREET IS THE STREET, THAT'S WHERE I COME FROM, THAT'S WHERE I BELONG!!!!AND SOON I'LL BE PART OF IT AGAIN....OH YEAH, LIFE IS SHABADAY!!!
year of proper perdition!!! Perdition, what a strange word...Basically it's the way the world goes on today somehow, but in this word there are so many meanings inside!!! I've spent this year with the most crazy people i could ever meet...I thought i came from a wild heritage of friends in italy, but after i met the people at the mad house i gave a new meaning to this concept!!! Just skipping about the illegal and luxurious side of what happened at the mad house
(mostly to skip have possible problems with evil forces in blue)We just were some kind of family, all foreigners, far from home, everyone of us coming from a fucked up past, but still on the common ground to take care of, the ground of the fugees, of those who doesn't just wanna kneel down in front of the master of puppets, the hidden figure that leads the strings, the man in the buttons room, the man that, in our opinion, fucked up our countries, Sarkozy for Neurone"french connection", Berlusconi for me and Maccio"the padrinos", the hard square mentality of real Japanese culture for Tommy "Yakuza"(I mean out of the surface of Hello kitty-how i would like to get rid of that little puppet with my hands I HATE HELLO KITTY !!!!!-and manga cartoons), all out like renegades somehow, cause it was kneel or death or jail in their countries...We are not bad people, we were just a bunch of people out, out of this and that, out of ceremonious ways of polite people(it doesn't mean we are rude, just....direct and firm about things!!! We lived that place like a neverland, like a little place of our own where anybody were welcome but the evil forces in blue!!!!some people met love there, some had fights, somes came out from love and find a new start, some just came to get lost, or to find a shelter, some came to party on the roof and some other to experience something different, but who lived there always kept that spirit of the renegade, the men who's got none but themself and the friends and lovers around...
And wednesday i'll be there again , once again Pablo padrino, Maccio capatonda, Tommy Yakuza and Neurone FC!!! Oh my god...now that i'm trying to get a adult head on my neck, after living wild and crazy for too long...well, who gives a fuck!!?!?!? ROOTS ARE ROOTS, STREET IS THE STREET, THAT'S WHERE I COME FROM, THAT'S WHERE I BELONG!!!!AND SOON I'LL BE PART OF IT AGAIN....OH YEAH, LIFE IS SHABADAY!!!
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