Back with the streets I know In the meantime many things have happened, but there is no need to talk about it now, even if what is happening now is a result of what happened after my return . What counts is that yesterday we were in Milan and I bow for the concert of
Weakerthans.
Milan is far away, but this is not really a problem because the endless Viggo train allows you to listen to David for the first time the band's music is going to go hear: when she falls asleep holding the lyrics that I printed out a little 'I care, but in the end when we went to Ferrara Bright Eyes to feel the situation was the same and thought I deserved relaxation.
Milan is great, but this is not really a problem because it is served by public transport. The fact that we prefer to walk most of the way to the Musicdrome is our problem, the fact that Bow, said amicably, "the ballast keeps telling me to slow down my problem.
Milan is equal to Trieste. Maybe this is not credible, but when you get downtown and find a gallery in the Austro-Hungarian style with lots of posters that advertise the expo, in which city do you think? The
Musicdrome (ex Transilvania Live) is compared to the other side of town station in a suburb
spectral and not far from the San Siro stadium. We arrived too early, perhaps because we walked too fast and good-natured manager of the place we reject the entrance: it is not yet the time of the brawl and then we go to retrieve a tasty falafel to appease hunger. Despite the libations that delay is still too early, so I do have time to devote to the merchandising and dispel the myth put about by someone under which the concerts begin at Transylvania in advance.
When it starts, it starts with
House & Parish,
have English faces, especially the second guitar, but are Brooklyn.
Bravi from , ghe not believe, however, leave their mark, perhaps because I'm waiting for the Weakerthans. However, the bass player is welcome, both for implementation and for its attempts to take pictures of the headliners from backstage hiding behind the amplifiers.
When they finish, the audience is warm enough and I hold firmly to my front row seat. When the Weakerthans go on stage I do not recognize John, because his vegan has grown a beard, but when I realize that he is a bit 'I get excited about having faced 13 years ago the boy who played bass
here . I think what has happened in these years, me and them, so do all the time to tune the instruments.
They are ready and we start with
Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call and you can see immediately that the public, although not numerous, is definitely in full and John is happy, if it constantly has a smile on that face not the result of a stroke.
While the second guitar suggests the first notes of
Civil Twilight I realize that I do not know the lyrics of the last album, this is not true for others, it seems to be full of deep connoisseurs. John is well and seems happy to seize all sing all the songs, not just those in the video is intended for. Audience as though looking a bit 'short dude. It continues apace with
Reconstruction Site,
Virtue the Cat Explains Her Departure , enthusiasm always more global, but with
Our Retired Explorer expected that people will loose and thus also for
The Reasons (I May know you roll your eyes at this but ...) and
Aside . To calm down come
Pamphleteer ,
Night Windows ,
Left and Leaving, not necessarily in that order and certainly somewhere in the lineup also appear
(Manifest) ,
Plea From A Cat Named Virtue and Relative Surplus Value . If I remember correctly the concert would end up choir of
Tournament of Hearts (Right off! No, never!), They leave and after a while 'cries John back on stage alone. The fact that it is only now he does bring out the most witty, knowing that the next song will
One Great City! .
When he finishes the rest of the band back and here's a moment of tension: it is clear that we are at the end and everyone wants his piece. There are those who cry "Utilities" I reply, shouting "
Gifts", but what will yells "Anchorless" to win, to the delight of Mino. I still have not decided if I like this song more old-fashioned way or
, but I'm happy.
Despite the applause they do not go out anymore, but a few minutes later John is so Cocolo to come down and talk with people and seems really happy, perhaps feared that Italy does not cagasse anyone, but ...
However after a few 'pleasantries exchanged between me and bow and Weakerthans is clear that we need to launch the second part of the night. It is not even one o'clock, and the first train back home leaves at six. The wisest thing to do is obviously to begin to walk without stopping for umidissima Milan humming
Gifts for the gallant bow. Now we know quite well the topography but now the city of computing distances on a map, I realize that we walked to little more than 15 km, disappointing. The only real difficulty of the evening is to discourage my fellow traveler who wants to enter a room and talk to people, but I'm not going to ruin my evening, and then continue to walk among the canals and residual moisture of youth noisy and troublesome that haunts the streets of downtown.
The train's return is the most comfortable I've ever tried, so much so that rather than get off at Mestre in Venice are woken up by a caring employee Trenitalia. Very good.
The video footage that I get a little 'shit, I realize. Also because every time you hear my voice trying to sing coarse.
The leek is a vegetable and in exceptional form of decoction by a series of crap that I do not remember, but not azzardatevi to eat it raw. Sure, that seems to cut in the salad taste in more than valerian alone can not provide, however, gradually becomes clear that the flavor goes to cover up what all the other ingredients, but so far not bad. Immediately after the volatile substance of which I do not know the name contained in the plant and the brain starts to go bust, which is good because it avoids to realize that the stomach is burning in the meantime. 
