recently I are very tired, I'm talking mainly about music. There was a time, in its way crazy, glorious in its own way - we had our little myths, our epic , our tragedies and our victories every day - in which he looked with affection to this land. I speak mainly about music. [Superabundance of disadvantaged due to lack of alternative, in the only headquarters of the Piave there will be something like fifty bands. the number, I tell you, is an estimate, but probably is rounded down]. There was a time, and I have lived, and there was well, they look to certain groups of musical experiences as a practical, intensive, significant. my little punk heroes, the Anty- Pasty. progressive rock, but coverizzato purely instrumental, the Collage . the flashes of genius from a band unfortunately suspended between two different souls, metal and poetry, and eventually died of this: the Libra the brilliant Bruno Gasparetto, one of the most honest people I ever met. in other lands, other lands, the Brucalifs more of their music and their approach: the pleasure of making music as well, breaking the sound on the guitar, thinking or are you yourself or you are nothing. There was a time, and I loved, with my music and I seemed to be a part (sometimes, when it was good, especially when I was drunk or I had a great gig). I mean that in bygone days looking at these groups as to the real artists, complete, only less fortunate: too bad if the rest of the world they would be ignored: it was great art. we knew it. I say this without fear of being ashamed, there was a time when rock 'n' roll was the center of life for many people. I told center. maybe I was a dreamer, perhaps I could simply excited about certain things that now I do not say anything. play between the tavern and bar on the tone (not her real name) I do not care anymore. I horror of a small company that is becoming mature and want nothing to do with a little world where musicians, to have put a bit of success with some agency succhiasoldi must translate the name in English. I do not want to have more to do with swindling various contests, prizes, more or less makeshift stage, musicians who do not make you feel their songs until they are registered at SIAE, local treat you like shit. must look in the mirror at some point, and understand this: we had the opportunity to do something different. and there we had all this time. was there. just choose to do only one more step when the time was right.
we sent fuck off, more or less everyone.
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