- "This is really hell! But where have you brought us? "Jokes Giampiero, trying to
slip the crowd.
- "You're an arthropod elephant!" I cut him in
the same joking tone.
Michelle nods provocatively, ironizing, as she has
done for some time, on his ever massive mole. It's a bit of time I know these
arrows between the two, so much that I seemed to be the symptom of an embryo
crisis. But that must not be so. You do not schedule a return together if the couple
does not work anymore. Or maybe you do
it? As a matter of fact it could be just
an "escamotage" to overcome the problems, to postpone them, not to
see them, trying to solve them by the passage of time; a psychological alibi like
to blame the environmental problems in London, the lack of children, the
precariousness of work, or who knows what else.
- "Did you succeeded on let her talking to her for a bit?" - Michelle asks me
looking at Martine and settling on the wide-lined sofa.
- "She has not been silent for a moment since you
left us alone!"
We sneeze for a long time. Adding our laughter to the
innumerable and indistinct of the various rooms in the room. Suddenly, like
magically, the auditory circuits detach themselves and suddenly silence is
gone. There are only a few guitar chords, and without any notice, everyone is
silent. The "clou" of the evening begins. The audience keeps a
religious, collected, mystical silence. Everyone follows the concert in his own
way. Who dreams, who beats the rhythm with one foot in an improvised and
unlikely solfeggio; Who tapping his fingers somewhere and who shaking his head;
But everyone is lost in music and in total recollection. The concert begins with a solo music track: the rhythmic base of
bass and drums blends with the "riffs" of the solo guitar, while the
accompaniment blends everything up. Then the singer enters with his loud,
humorous voice telling the classic blues themes, but in the form of rock,
creating a good mix of music.
The singer now alternates singing with the accordion,
while the other musicians show that they can also play the saxophone and the
violin: I travel with the mind along endless freeways, from one side to the
other of the American coast; I see the sun rise and I see it setting down; I
cry for time, women and friends who will never return. Sax, violin and solo
guitar speak with charm; the harmonica, laughing, daring and sublime, touches
the most striking strings of the soul.
32. to be continued...
