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My rally was too

Esco and close the door. I do not want to think about anything, I have to move, to dance to do something. I head to the staggered, I raise the hood of my parka and I hear the rain tapping on a regular basis. The sky is gray but there is no light I do not know what time it is I think the the 9 or 10, in the streets there are already several people, the usual sights set, the usual smiles, faces the usual shit. Better get to the bar in a hurry I want to get me some more 'of a well-deserved beverage before breakfast. When he finally arrived I can not find anyone. Remained out of my wasp and the bartender seeing me sign behind the counter that the boys are gone. I do not have any money and expect to bring out a bit 'of beer from the fridge with the empty room seems an absurd idea. He begins to salirmi shaking the idea that the night is over, now I'm pissed off, it is not possible that the time has flown so quickly. I fasten the helmet and as I watch my kaleidoscopic images divided by all the mirrors I'm sure the ride on a scooter will do me good, and so it is. I walk the Via Aurelia in the balance between the rock and the sea I feel strong and invincible again roared off a fast curve after another, I leave behind slower cars, I have no time to lose I know that time grows short, and I do not want left behind. Finally a straight, I can bring at full throttle, its smooth sound comforts me despite so many snakes and heats the water you are putting in the parka and helmet. The road is a body of water and reflects the light through a gray sky and shook, the sea is left to massage tired of the rain, yet within a couple of corners and in cells. I'm still totally absorbed in my thoughts when I get a third corner a few meters, I know I should not lock the wheel well in the wet brake gently but not enough, the wasp is already crawling after nock on a step and I roll with you accompanied by muffled noise that "accident" that makes me blood run cold. Alzatomi begin to chant: "No. .. no ... no ..." on the road is not passing no one, and my words are accompanied only by sea and rain. Embrace the wasp and shot on a tripod, the signs of the crash are like scars on chrome, I lost a shoe in the fall, harvest it and I stuck it, it's all ruined now brings the beautiful white skin abrasions and scratches and even pants not want to be less complete. At that time I think of all the hours spent searching for those clothes, for the sacrifices made so that I could buy shoes, bent chrome look now covered by curls of iron and think of the hours spent in the garage to make them shiny. Instinctively, I pass a hand to clean them but I can only make me a long cut. I feel no pain, no blood comes out, I feel totally drained, I spent the last month of my life to prepare for this evening and now it's over. I had many dreams, many hopes and illusions, and desires. The reality is that I'm experiencing now are only in the rain in front of a sea with its constant motion and the secular seems to be the polar opposite of my experience mod. I am beginning to think they have it all wrong, I'm confused, I put the wasp in motion fatigue and I'm closer to home. Now I feel vulnerable, every curve I'm afraid I surpass all the machines and also my parka has ceased to defend a cold, making me feel incredible. Finally I get home I sound like a complete stranger because I left the keys to friends, in and for me there is no room, the beds were all occupied and sleeping bags and mattresses covering almost every corner of the floor. Story of my misadventures waking up a bit 'of people, I try to seem more secure and calm but inside I feel like dying. I decide to head to the bathroom to find again the silence. I sit on the edge of the tub holding my head in his hands. A few hours ago I was elated to dance with hundreds of people and now I'm alone in a bathroom. A few days ago I turned to shops fantasizing about the evening and now it's over. What I have left? What has changed? I'm tired I no longer believe in my life, you can not live for a moment I can not think of making new efforts for the next evening, to set aside money to try the shoes correct, complete and tie, I feel one step away from the exit door.
E 'are about 17 and Monday, accompanied by a warm sun and relaxing I'm returning to Cuneo. The trip by wasp relaxes me mentally and recounts every moment of these three days. With us it snowed on Easter night and waiting for there are mountains covered with a lovely white coat, just as they look at the perfection I get a message on the phone, they are beautiful words from a person that I care particularly, the My heart in my throat sprays and strangely a tear deposits on the bottom of the glasses. I think once the three days passed and I realize that I have just finished gathering the most beautiful of my life. I feel again full of energy despite having done three nights without a wink. Gripping the handlebars and speeds that I have more overtaking a long line of cars, transit across the main street of my town, the looks of wonder at the people touch me again I feel strong and invincible, I just feel MOD.

December
Mods Cuneo
MMC sect. Cuneo

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But because you've all gone home on Monday? I thought the rally would continue at least until Thursday. I also called the blade to get it back Albisola and continue to dance and have fun. Then as the Columbus did not make me come over (Monday test, test Tuesday, Wednesday ..... nothing kept back room to change my thinking that was the fault of the dress) and I kept calling desperately Giancarlo Stefanino asking us to enter (me and Palma Lama), but still nothing. We also continued to go to the staggered and could not understand why every movement of his hand was well attended by the owner, mah, who knows, and here I and Palma were trying to go behind the counter were coming to put on music but also chased away from there, I did not understand! So yesterday morning we left for home pissed 's agreement that once planted will come a casino on the Internet indescribable shooting left and right. Arrived home from the insults of Francesca (she returned home on Monday, that bastard ...) I wondered where I was, I tried to give explanations, and while preparing the papers for the 'mental illness made me see the flyer : Monday last day! So I humbly apologize if I doubted you, Mincio that RADUNOOOOOOOOOOO!

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43 ° RALLY MOD-ALBISOLA, Varazze (18-19-20 April 2003)

43 ° RALLY MOD say ... beautiful and memorable is an understatement, and only in retrospect
shudder ... will remain an indelible memory of cio'che has been done and to
cio'che we combined! But first things first:
THE FIRST DAY: There
caught with most of the Colombo sez.Manetta
towards midnight on Friday night and the food is already the Mod Paul Salerno
to select R & B black; the room is not completely full, but unlike
dell'altr'anno there is a lot more people, more and more Mods stile.I
DJs for the evening are only 4, it will be Rene said the only Guru, Paul
of Salerno, the Clod Mod of Olbia and just for the evening of Friday, the legendary
Claudino of Genoa, also known as "Bluto Blutarsky Skamosh berliiiiiiiiiiiiiiin
now I do not stop more when I dance, etc etc ".
Clearly all play exclusively on vinyl, we
Eventually about 100 people ... about 90 Mods all Italians, and with a couple of Soul Boys
Genoese, led by wheat, which will ignite the at 4:30 and run until well after
Paul, the second pass goes to Renato
us the task of dancing with his Latin Boogaloo, then Clod with the sound-and-white Claudissimo
with the Soul and 79 and a bit of Ska. very successful evening for being the
Friday, finally comes out and stays out of Colombo, with the Clod Show
and DIC, which starts shooting crap from 4:30 to 6 am in front
to twenty people listen incredulity and delirium with the final
where we imagined the opening of the Scooter-run Sunday with Mazzeo
all serious driving a Ape 50 cross leg and behind the caisson that
clapped and laughed!
For breakfast you go to loot a couple of bars in Celle Ligure
home and then all of Dec, with regard to the sect. Trieste (Lama), sez.Milano (Simo, Luca Carlino &
) Sez.Olbia (Clod), sez.Cuneo (Emy and Dec).
THE SECOND DAY: The day after we
Sveg late, and you try to hurry
for the concert, so you go to lunch in a supermarket, where Luke and clearly
Simo, are raiding the bar and frozen meats, but those 2 gentleman Claudio
Carlino and decide to make the Lords and pay. Leaving from the parking
we realize how useful and how much Parka
stuff you can hide, and still eat after a long walk on the sea
you go to Varanasi, tourist place full of people. We arrive at the TKB
that is already full of Mods, scooters are starting to arrive,
groups are under preparation and you start drinking, then there are the stalls
with those who sell records, then there are those who sell the pins
and patches, shirts, etc etc; depart Beat Surrender, they do cover 79 and
R & B, very good and elegant Roman boys on stage, then it's time
of the now well-known Jackals, with R & B and white covers of sixties, then
the third group the Madstock, a group that is only a cover of Madness, with a good
horn section, good really and finally those that have inflamed the Saturday
afternoon The group Garage-Beat Siena consists of 4 girls,
"Cocoritas ... ooooops, excuse the" Cleopatras ", who eventually made the younger
dance in front of their box, who knows if taken by solos
the "Bonelli" or the legs of the singer ... mah!
Finally on Saturday afternoon, the MMC is the most complete (missing only Stefy
of Pisa), with all sections, from Treviso Skarpie "by Ancona "Roberto", by
Camunia "Aldo & Vittorio, from Vicenza" Maggy and Francesca, from Reggio Emilia
"Igor, and other sections already mentioned the night before (even though both
Camuni, and that the Vicenza Skarpie okay and let's face it, there were also Igor
just the night before)! You can dance, more elegant than ever, with our true and pure spirit
Mod, on the notes of "Nobody But Me 'of' Coco ' ", ie our
Cleopatras that the MMC will have the honor of having dinner guests
apartment the night, along with other famous artists of the Mod scene, like the Sixties all over
" Nick Stimazzi, leader of great Minivip.Per
you choose to eat the worst dive of Varazze, comparable only to historians now
"the Luridone of Turin and" Gigi the troione in Rome! Bettola
that only the usual organizers Alfo dad and Uncle Dana Cuneo, could
find, and this place as a bar as a specialty restaurant had the
marinated mussels harvested directly from the manhole next to their sidewalk
fact Carlino eat just went to the bathroom to call
tar mixed with diesel, however, if nothing else, at least for the
joy of girls (certainly not for her), we had the honor of being served anything less than
population by George Michael, or at least seemed to him ... who knows ??!!!
finished eating is going to change and try to make faster
possibile'visto that Claudius, known Clod had the first run of discs
23:30, 4 Cleopatras and taken directly from the car, just in time can
to replace the good Paul (who discovered and then be set to
Alfredo di Salerno, one of the "three-three") that selected the excellent
Soul, then it's time for Clod beginning with the British beat and R & B and white
it is already midnight and the room fills and fills more than
joy to see many, many guys in their 20s and many even less than 20 years, there have been hundreds
, all strictly incravattati
and elegant, with a view toward the dishes when there was Annette, the great
Annetta has always filled the runway (amazing when you put
"is someone"), with its beat, ska and soul, really great and
just when she was in the room is filled with dishes
completely, we look at the entrances to the port by Giusy
... 300 people! All Italians, almost all Mods! E 'the gathering of Mods!
with us in this gathering a good dozen skinheads
clothes really well, (and undoubtedly the best Andyino), who appreciated the music and
fun with us, then a couple of soul boys and carried by 5 or 6 regular
Mods themselves, who have really enjoyed the evening! Bravo Marco Ferretti also
to 79 and Claudio and the Soul of Olbia with the sounds and the white
Hammond groove, very much appreciated especially by sez.Camuna Novaresi and Nick (not
Stimazzi, then he has also appreciated this kind of music) and other
Mods! Claudio And while I spin out from behind the console was in Claudio Stefanino
the sign of an acid that is derived having regard to the music that put
Beat and the other Tony who was exalted on the song "Come On Now"
the Kinks and parts of Question Mark & \u200b\u200bthe Mysterians!
Seeing all these young people really seemed to be back in 40 years ago when
of kids without a beard and full filled the dancefloor of the club
Londoners. Incredible!
The evening ends at 4:00, when one of the best DJs Soul Italian or
Luca di Arezzo, keeps everyone on track with his music until the club owner
send us away and we intone songs for the Marietta Mod
Club!
Exit and continue a few hundred meters away from Colombo, the staggers, the local
on Aurelia, used all'Afterparty where this time on CD, our
Mauro di Ravenna and Trieste Palma Skarpie
have entertained us until at 6:30, with good selections. Meanwhile, the various
began Show, the first Camuni that good
abstainers (???!!), remain true to drink orange juice ... and brandy, then Andy
angry and then they did with the help of Francesca di Torino
returned to the Andyino we all know, every now and Milanesi
came with sandwiches, rolls and buns, and ambushes in the Park, which clearly had
"kindly" taken as it were, the owner of the premises without permission and without paying
! The music flows and people dancing until dawn.
We end the morning with the "red Montepulciano", drinking out of the room facing the beach while
dawn, quietly listening to all of Milan Poldo
that gave us "lessons of life "(imagine you !!!!!!)!
THE LAST DAY
Easter Sunday ... the last day you wake up even later than
day before, perhaps to 17, with the house of DIC that looked like a squat,
people coming in, people coming out ... anyway, after their preparation towards the
18, we run the TKB for Secret Affair, there was rain in Varazze
fairly thick, which in turn will blow Scooter-run.Quando
we arrive the place is packed, about 300 people, more and more kids
, exciting! We are the MODS!
course there's no need to be to say that Secret Affair, rave all they did
with the Their repertoire, a concert that will remain in our memory forever
, and we leave to our technical comments on the review
Oskar (seriously) of Italiamod.GRANDE IAN PAGE AND BIG AFFAIR!
After the concert, back to dinner with George Michael, but today there
proposes the thawed mixed fry of the month before, when in fact December
going to eat it, he finds himself in an incisor and two molars less, all attached to a
sort of squid (or at least what looked like). We run
to change and this time it will accompany Sancho Claudio
in extremis always to 23:30 for the first step of disks.
You enter the room, is the latest evening, we should give the massimo.Skarpie
door distributing free CD made by him and Clod, and people
flowing, almost as much the night before, the end will
about 250 people, all smart, almost all of the Mods, a twenty Skins, and a pair of regular
. Paul
Party with the selections the Mod, with the original ska, then Claudio
R & B with white, then beat with Annette and soul, then the Latin Rene
Boogaloo, Ferretti with 79 and with the soul and Taffy ska, the track explodes,
fills up at 4:30 and the mods never stop dancing and you never
empty! Great job! course after 4:30 to return to all
staggered, where There will be raving till 7! Voices tell DIC
dancing on the tables, Oskar imitating Ace quend was made "Louie Louie", that Clod
continued to order tens of Screwdriver to the poor bartender
meanwhile remained powerless in the face of robberies that were the historical facts ...
scene Claudino Genoa caught behind the bar with a spoon
ate peaches in syrup, and when the bartender if he sees him
"Oh Crikey, fuck you doing? ! and he laughed with his mouth full, "Who?
I? Nothing," and from behind the many San Pablo Lorenzini led by Tony
the Beatnick, Stefanetto from Roscoe and the young "Buiaccaro, which
drank too aggratisse chinotto a go-go! The Milanese
meanwhile completed the usual roundup of Panini and when Skarpie puts "In the City"
seen chairs fly ... E 'PURE DELIRIUM Modernista! Meanwhile, more kids
are targeted, first of all William of Trieste
while sleeping on a chair Clod's spitting in the face of all the smoke
cigar, and came while the Crew led by Pordenone Ferretti
with a torch from the Lighthouse launched
bar next to the fire risk, but only the intervention of Luke will bring the Junior
peace by going to throw ... still on the park full of
scrub next ... do not know how fortunately has not caught fire!
And from inside the Beat was Skarpie enhance all! Beautiful
when he put the MMC anthem "Keep Lookin '" of Artwoods! It ends at 7, Roberto di Ancona
with disbelief to the vision of true modernism more Stradaioli
but more elegant than ever, the fact that there can be hundreds of kids
with less kids but they have spirit and desire to enjoy equal
them!
WE ARE THE MODS! We are the future! THANK YOU! THE NEXT ALBISOLA!



Signed: The intelligence of the Marietta Mod Club.

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For all the villagers of the olive trees, be prepared to hell! Bring cameras and fottocamere (in what seems to me that you are a professional).
The cold you will freeze your ass and your bags on the floor you split your back. The administrator
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MOKABON EVENT MOD MODS TREVISO BY NORTH-EAST & MANETTI MOD CLUB
Saturday, April 5
Sott.Ma that great people are Cuneesi!

Invited by the great Dj Skarpie as I prepare to travel by train this
with, unbelievably, that Oskar. In fact, there beaks
together on the same train and spend practically the whole morning. The journey passes quickly
between 1000 and many phone calls bullshit, there is also serious in parentheses
where Oskar explains well the history of the Mods in Italy. FANTASTIC!
have arrived in Treviso train station and two shady characters Skarpie
PALMA. All the machinery of Skarpie between notes and R & B Freakbeat white
also much appreciated by Oskar, go to the airport to take
Claudio from Olbia, another DJ of the evening. So together we go to the library
San Leonardo, where Oskar must present his book.
the first stage, however, is really beside the little bar where folk are already there
mods, skins and even some metallaro.Inizia The presentation is
repeatedly interrupted by the insistent demands of a young man this
about the music and style. As always, it was very easy for Oskar
to understand who are the MODS. After the presentation, the Lambretta (really
many scooter and very beautiful!) And leave for the Vespa scooter run, and while I
Sardinian sweet, good company and some local
skins remain in the great Frank this little bar on the banks of a river. We are aware of the notorious
MODS Pordenone "led" by
sig.Ferretti. Really cute and stylish! Unfortunately
Oskar must leave and so is accompanied to the station. After a few beers
me around and I see a mod and a modette I seem to know ... I'm Dana and Rosita,
what a great surprise! You then reveal to me my salvation, as the
return, follow me by car to Milan [Editor's note: This explains the
joy in seeing them.]! Let's go with the local
Francesca scattered on the mountains and next we see a hill on
cucuzzolo which is planted a tent ... boh! Unbelief
we go in, the place is really cool and very big. We have dinner then off immediately
the first selections. Actually a lot of people so much that sometimes it was hard to dance well
. Great choices on the part of the Lama, Skarpie, Marco and Claudio
that could engage in a great deal of sound white, Boogaloo and
Hammond jazz, much appreciated by all. Fattesi 4.30 am the manager there
intimate bedtime or else we would like cows graze
the mountains of Treviso. The rooms seem cold, the
temperature was minus 15 degrees. Meanwhile, we see that the window is close to the tent
two mods ... but who are they? Ma .. wait ... William and
PALMA! The two aforementioned crazy, eager to try new experiences
have decided to go camping overnight in tents where the temperature was close
freezing and more without sleeping bags
THAT HEROES! Despite the climate hostile not desist from not do the shower because
Dana kept repeating: "But you arrows so that the climate is
sec sec" imitating the great Pasquale [Editor's Note: Bravo Dana citations]!. I
unconsciously I forget to close the door, and that much of bastardoni
Claudio [Ed note: That "the chemist"] from above the shower I spray
relevant doses of degreaser mixed with thinner glass, are feeling the pinch.
nothing compared to when I Skarpie throws all towels, toilet paper,
cif, pants and so on and so forth. Only one of my ready (but naked)
response has meant that the two fleeing Marranos. Returned from the shower
half-naked, the whole group was still in the corridor that is: Skarpie
and Frank, Dana and Rosita, a girl who looked a certain ciccio (
also well known in the morning and very nice and a wonderful lambretta
50) and the mod Clod , so begins one of my delirium, I decided to try the various
required for the assembly vote by the group which was cool.
1) Slip, white shirt, blue socks (which, however, things with "sleep" and
frozen from the cold in bed), tie tied in the lead type
university student drunk and black belt.
2) Slip, blue socks, tie tied right but bare-chested and parkas. [Editor's note:
I think I choose the 2 Mazza will be very happy to see you get that]
I leave you to imagine the reactions of the jury! However you imagine the
my ticket in order to Bagni Colombo? I'd do it only if the day after I was sure to die
[Ed note: I think that Giancarlo would think].
After this madness you decide to go to bed. But Skarpie
decides to return to the attack and found the thinner, the spreads in our room
(I even went well when Clod, a prey to the fumes emitted, entered into trans
wanted to bless me, thought I was the singer / priest
Artwoods the introduction of "keep looking"!). The effects of trichlorethylene is
notte.Ecco were felt during my dream: "We were at the Villa di Catullo Sirmione
me, junior Luke and other brand new mods and
young merchant and I continued to sing WE ARE THE MODS WE ARE THE MODS
.. . .. and they do not feel you anymore facendocela
trying to silence me strapped [Editor's note: Are you sure that has not happened even in
reality?] but did not succeed! "
Finally I wake up with a curse in a loud voice shouted from a
old man in the bar downstairs and a "nerd" I see the switch
central heating all the rooms, thanks to me the owner had come to buy back
market fish in Treviso, where I were selling
in slices and a lemon in his mouth, pretending to be bass.
go down to breakfast and the daily temperature is about 50 degrees, we dressed up like Eskimos
of those under the bar as the Hawaiians. We drink a cappuccino
and bottom of the cup there is a written ... mmmhhmhm !?!?!?...
but what's it say?? "OSKAR", we immediately thought of him as a protector of the spirit
MODS! Better than the guide otherwise I end up here
disgraced even more and I do not want [Ed note: I think you've already done a great job
].
THANK YOU TO ALL THE MODS THE NORTH-EAST
who organized this wonderful evening, a special thanks to EA Skarpie
Francis, who have organized this event in more 'beautiful and meaningful
POSSIBLE!

ps that's why my subtitle .. after meeting DIC, SANCHO cat and ALFO
man, people really delicious [Editor's note: ON DEC I agree, but
define Alfo Sancho and excellent people that do not.] I found myself
share great moments with so many beautiful people: DANA and
ROSITA, it was really a pleasure to meet you and I hope to be able to see you
very often in our great city!

WI MODS!

CARLINO modMERCANTI-MMC.SEZ.MILANO