might sound like a live report ... the I want to call a story instead, emerged from the keyboard of a great friend of mine. Thank you Silvia.
VICENZA, END OF SUMMER 2009
We arrived in Vicenza at half past seven, I think. Now the streets of the city we know them by heart. After assembling the tent in the same camp a month ago we went to the sabotage. In theory, you had to be there for the seven, who came later 'if attacked' as they say here, in practice there were four cats. We met with the 3 polentone, we practically did the majority of people.
I thought that was a shit gig, I must admit, but then began to reach more people, many, many people have already seen, the same people, but I thought 'that sucks', I was rather glad of that.
The first group (dine in hell) we heard from outside because we did not like his voice. The same group the next day I listened and liked.
The second group we have heard, from inside, they step on the memories that we are polite.
It 'nice to see that the same people who earlier were on stage to play half an hour later be found screaming near the stage. And so he came to the turn of the kill. I sang the same old song that always lights out, but this time all I got na microphones on the lip, but I've sung. Then started the mess that took me all'angoletto of the stage, where I spent the rest of the songs to kill.
I felt the need to take pictures down to nothing (and it was now). The group did not know much, but I liked enough, one of those bands that if you feel you would not be willing to throw you under the stage. Few people have sung under the stage (obviously comparing the bane), but many have done or circle mosh pit or stage diving or something.
After we went down to nothing out (the window) to get some air. I was excited for the group was going to see, glad to be there with my friends, traveling companions and concerts, happy that my summer was to finish so well, even if I did not know that I would be doubly happy after seeing the bane.
In fact, after returning from the window, I have placed the other corner of the stage. A pious soul I left the place, so I started on the corner above the stage. I liked the view, I saw too many people, so many smiles, and the group was ready to play. The machine was ready.
Shortly before the usual question I asked myself 'casino near the stage or photos on stage?' obviously not both. Given the mess I was glad I opted for the healthiest choice: photos.
I think the first song was ante up. Why have I sung. I know because I liked the first moment, and I immediately thought it would be one of the most beautiful concerts. If they had started another song was not the same thing. There were many pauses between songs and the other, the singer thanked the bane and spent explaining the songs, I hated those moments in the usual 'suonaaa' rising from the back of the room 'silent porcodio!' I wanted to say.
The concert was amazing anyway. The place was small (but not too much), then sweaty, then all piled up, so I spent a lot of stage diving to 10 or 5 cm from the face of the machine (some Strippe!). Their stage presence was equivalent to half that of public, and so it was a lot!
From where I was I sang something, I saw the bane live for my first time, I took many pictures I've seen and reviewed, but also the best thing was to see that my own emotions, those of the people I knew and I did not know those people were the same, and maybe that's why every time I shoot photos and capture the precise moments makes me smile and want some good to all. However, the bane
end up playing, get off stage and the other go to banquets. I bought the shirt, and sweatshirt as well, because I had no other links and I was sweating to suck. Leaving the room I congratulate bane of the singer, who gives me five. After
type 20 minutes before the end of the concert we find ourselves in front of the machine to hear the songs together and make like real jerks who do not resign at the end of a concert so cool and they want a cool group, a bis c ' was just in our heads.
Silvia
NoE: perhaps may contain syntax errors, but I wanted to correct, pioche am neither an editor nor a professor of Italian, if there is good ok if there is good you can safely puppa the stone.
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