I receive and the public, bravo Igor!
evening of February 22, 2003
10.30 departure for Modena ... Stereo Link Quartet in turn, Crooks, various ska british.
Apparel: Clarks (obvious), is press-blue, black and blue polo shirts, vests camel (only color) that hides the belly, parka. Matthew mocasso me sporting a good nut close to split the feet, jeans shirt and ran away with a long history that now is not the story.
Shit as usual very soon. So stop in a bar. The last time we looked for a bar before Vibra no longer find his way back, and we had to retrace all the way Emilia looking for landmarks. I emphasize that my province is adjacent ... Incredible
we can find an open bar. Upon entering the bar we find to be the only Italian customers, being the only place populated by North African men. Do not get me wrong, nothing against it, only that we were wearing military parka with badges and Italy, as well as with a shaved head. The risk of being mistaken for bombers to bomb-was high ... Also
Matthew has a great idea: "why do not you drink a glass of wine?" Ok, I say, there were various bottles on display. He opts for what? Brunello di Montalcino from € 7.75 a glass ... So while the garcon du Maroc drunk beer and danced to the techno connoisseur we sipped two glasses of Brunello ...
Then one of them, the drunk, attacks us a piece on the meaning of life, the family, on discrimination against non-Europeans by showing that, even if some do not think drinking too bad ...
A bit shaken by the encounter finally we head to Vibra, entrance aggratis and alcohol at a good price. And here you are new knowledge (3 out of 3 times that I go to Vibra), a very nice mod scooter of Reggio, who turns out to be one of Square Faces. From there, gets acquainted with his various friends and modette mods (like always), all taste very smart. Like the rest of the evening, with cover band that gets beat a lot of fun, actually, except for a small fall in tone by playing the Doors' Peace Frog ... riscattandosi but now with Green Onions.
Then a good selection of hammond beat, soul and northern soul, funk (just for luck ...) and pop. The alcohol content is growing, as well as sweating, now the inhibitions are gone, the mocassi devour the track ... and now the restaurant closes.
greet new friends and go out, where the PR has given us the last great gem:
- PR aimed at girls and boys leaving: "I can leave the call girls for the next evening Funk Soul Side?"
- girl: "yeah, ok, if I come next time I also offer you a drink?"
- PR: "Yes, if you give it to me I'll buy you a drink"
can imagine the reaction ... Matt and I were bent on barriers to cry.
Then back on the road, packed with the ears of sounds, not because we were distant highway direction, but only for the Autogrill!! Sandwiches, pastries, caps and then home to bed with the knowledge that tomorrow would not look good ...
Over and out, to the next.
Igor MMC
