Ten years ago I was in college. I had long hair. My hair. A couple of times a year we went to Cesena to see some shows. It was an event. To prepare for the CD you bought it or they will burn, and with internet connection that you were doing before so to get them from Napster. We studied the CD for a couple of weeks and then was prepared, trying to stand in places that were close to the stage, but far from pogo. Or at the foot of the pogo, but in position to feel good.
Here, instead of concerts, there is one day and there are people who go there to say I go to the milkman. I like the milkman did not, but more often than the barber. And I try to do as a university, to increase the wait, create me an atmosphere, but most of the time is not quite the same, the effect Playland has been consumed.
Last week I attended a concert, no matter whom. For a square away from the stadium, where local pride lancers while they were taking from 4 cristoronaldati Real Madrid.
Except for the fact that it was the purely statistical point of greatest proximity to Mourinho in my entire life, this does not matter. Matter, while promising the American group was organized and rhythmic noise to attract attention to the stage, both parties of the couple in front of me sull'iTelefono Facebook controlled, on a regular basis and in an environment lit by a flickering of screens high resolution. And the slow songs were empty, the background of protracted and heated debates teatriche and deeds of those who are struggling between twisted bodies in dance to get the important business of beer. And then there is
blonde chick and diaphanous, Bianci in a dress with red roses in the shape that my grandmother Lina choose for the curtains. The blonde had spent the first half of the concert to exchange syllables with value semantics with the local dark-haired girlfriend, a volume recognizable, never take care to turn the head of the stage. Then at a certain point, exhausted the topics of debate, had looked at the stage and perhaps realizing that he was the singer Bono (but with a lower case b) was taken from the sacred fire that animates the people who attend to the rhythm and rituals was transformed into the main fan of the band. A end of the concert, how glad, it seemed that he was the president of the fan club, the girl tennico sound or a supporter of Real Madrid.
But I know that she is not involved. To put it simply got to do those who go to concerts at ease, often and naturally. Those who do it for me almost out of duty, or simply do not care to suck on the second and lost in the music as joyful hippies.
And because, as direct flights have made it less poetic Catmandù, so they can choose from three concerts a day, it turns out that the whole idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to remengo special event. How to celebrate Christmas a month, a wedding a year and a graduation party every couple of months. As cheer for a team that wins every Sunday and also on Wednesdays. Almost (only almost) how to hold for Real Madrid. Is that it is too easy there is no satisfaction.
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