Tale Giòdickhead
I think it's the first time you start a review on paper, for a live show.
Going by order. Uploaded the stuff, Thursday It starts at 16.30. Help the Flea, Edward gasped and Christian sleeps, and so far we are.
He had agreed to be on station in Verona and from there go together, but for reasons of convenience and reasoning in its decision to meet in Verona north, not without many complaints from the member roNano.
E 'delirium.
joints parking Allegro di Verona (SIEGHEIL \\ o \\ o \\ o) north of the bowl of water from the rubbish picked up by Edward, we discover that the mixed group terroni Roman / Milanese southerners came, not Somehow, in that of Verona (SIEGHEIL / o / o / o) south. Ergo, it starts and converges on the first motorway services.
the quintet arrived magic when we are preparing to invade the voice of Trento Luchetto us back to reality. We have to stop and rest because he must magna. After too decide that the time is propitious, romilanesi abandon the center and head towards Trento, looking for Smelly, Trentino-known musician. Uploaded on that individual lungoadige full of memories (although some rather ugly) head on the first motorway services available to wait again romilanesi.
Taking the second half of the southern hemisphere of the trip's start at the speed of light (Sic) bridge and is now Europe, Germany, Christs, Madonnas, stops. Monaco have come close to the first change of drivers, five to beat the fleas, Iacopo beats him to Luca, and the case sent (sic). My sweet leg decided to go for their cases, and after Christs and Madonnas and have restored the information to the blue matiz only remember five things: 185 Km / h, the former Czech border, the kiosk of the cartoons with the FIA \u200b\u200band Smelly adhesives, like rain, and an old man trying to give us instructions in Ostrogoths, and deliver results to say the least poor. Then Rokycany, and get gas, change money, do the shopping at lidl slaughters, and we are at Fluff, porcoddio.
and MO and the If I go to bed it's late.
I said, the Fluff arrived, the tent is assembled, and then for me it's dark. I just remember who has met again and are known to Valeria his companions (the break), and one of them did stagediving in his underwear. This is due to the fact that my delight, during a staged while playing the Punch made me fall head and I had a blackout for two days, then reduced during the post head rest in a tent with four or five hours, which are still rather smoky. So it was that I lost the pVrification me, the only Italian group to Fluff. The rest of the day passes in a relatively flat, the groups "highlights" are pretty useless piovicchia and more, and you go to "bed" early, after the rather pesantino.
guest of the day: beautiful memories, beautiful forgetfulness, notes of honor Ramming Speed \u200b\u200band Punch.
It is Saturday morning, zan zan. At eight o'clock we stood happily in my case and very painful, co Romans who have stayed (except indapit) everywhere except in their tent because of the flooding itself. Now I'm missing what we did, but I remember we went to wash in roadside restaurants and this was closed, then we came back down, we washed with water and freeze the barrels back in the tent we found ourselves with others murdered individuals shiny, clean and tidy, they found the open highway restaurant. Malnati.
Of the two groups of the day I remember very little, apart from Vitamin X. The Vitamin X.
But I remember a fabulous guy with the face of Dutch, drunk and wearing a straw hat with tiny, by which I spent at least twenty minutes of joy and laughter really excessive (I laughed to tears ). E 'was great to see his joy in front of the beer, and everyone treated him like a doll. Fortunately, if they are taken away, because he was sitting on stage just before we should go up i. ..
Vitamin X.
Ok, I will not ever have anal. But I have the excuse, I had never seen live. Coming soon purchase more. ALL. Not including the delirium with Cruel Hand, best musical concert / rave all the Fluff. Jumps, casino, wall of death by too many feet, canoes, air mattresses, many many too many blows. Taken and also given, as is seen slipping fango.Li have loved to madness. We want dippiùùùù. But enough about the slain workers.
We pull end of the evening going to wash our (me and the fleas) instead of watching Amen Ra (Amen), chat, fuck you, you sleep, and is now Sunday.
guest of the day: too much rain, known to honor Vitamin X and Amen Ra (to suck us and give us permission to go to wash na).
Other early, more fooling around, more food, more ladies, other groups. Many other groups.
Pears with Omega Massif, appreciated only by virtually "one who refuses sex with three girls" Christian. Then one group after another surrenders to the madness of the No Turning Back, and the one with the Cruel Hand, and here we are now beyond the logic of the counting of diving from the stage and took the barrel / dates, everything is a whirl of bodies and people and "Can not Touch This "(who wants to understand ... understand my Mom), I just know that I find to drag people up on stage and then dragged from the crowd, above the crowd, above the stage from the battery to the tune of a few covers of Metallica, and then everything stops, and rest there a minute, an hour, I do not know what to watch "Can not touch this" and then the sunset, and the dark, and people laughing and joking, but I do not feel nothing. 'Cause I know it's over, and that for quite a while, not coming back.
And then is fooling around, and people are drunk, and the circle two step promoted by the Foreign drunk, and worse short stuff , and then streaking the Fluff before going to sleep (omiodio).
guest of the day: thuper, with intervals sad but overall very impressive. Lots of stuff. Notes of honor for the NTB and the Cruel Hand, which have proven to be able to go beyond their limits.
In the end it was not bad. Via. FIA, however, there was too much.
The return trip was a vague ordeal, including mad queues on the motorway, troppissimi Italians in Germany and the teasing to Edward, but we came back, except that while not healthy, but we're back.
