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there are evenings that will scramble all ... Surprise

Yes way, despite my caustic criticism I have to admit that facebook is a little bit. A few days ago a drummer friend, with whom I made some small concert many years ago, I was invited to an evening to hear him play with his new group. It made me really happy and then I went there, played in the cafeteria of the Oblates.
And here I have to open a small parenthesis, in which yours truly tries any kind of sharp edge to slam his head repeatedly, because when he saw the wonder of the place are the Oblates was harshly criticized for not never been there before (I have a justification but now on the refuse, it is time to stop!). The Oblates have a convent in central Florence, with dome that will be squashed on the nose, cloisters, loggias, terraces, library, cafeteria, restaurant and more, all in a simple elegance. From now on we'll very often I think, also because of the nice people. Well, close the parentheses.
My friend became very good and was sincere and simple as I remembered it. After the hugs and some quick news on the last years I have helped assemble the instruments. Another surprise was the guitarist, who did not recognize, but instead he came up with a wide smile to greet me (fuck that bitch to figure that I did), then all the memories came like a raging torrent and I had a feeling very particular way. Yes, because while fumbling with cables and sound as if I had seen myself that I had walked another path, another possibility, namely that of a professional musician as they did. I confess that the little heart was beating abnormally few. Little has served me to say, just from Alexander, the guitarist, the music is practically starving, I replied that I always knew, but I regret he did not have that same courage. He shook his head, adding that the occupation forces you to play what other people want and not what you want. I know it's true, but I felt for him a compliment saying that you want to sound like what the public wants is a wonderful research.
I enjoyed much of the concert in pleasant company, I made a lot of unexpected encounters, old acquaintances but also new faces that came on my heart, in fact I was really happy, like I found a piece of myself that had low-cut, have you ever seen that this is not finally melt my frozen fingers?
Apart from that, during the evening I found a little 'in Florence, not the postcard, not letting the ball absurd for tourists like pigeons, but that of people, more and more rare and secluded in this fucking city, which like so much view from the outside but from within is often frigid hysteric allucchettata the Renaissance.

As usual I had my camera phone and vile, sooner or later the throttle!