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...I understand why I insist on driving so many kilometers, maybe in the fog, like now... ... staying outside in the cold, waiting for friends and texting with the one who inevitably bails on you and doesn't show up... ... leaving the girlfriend (or wife) at home, who tells you that she's really not into that kind of thing and instead some home warmth would have done you good... ... patiently waiting to be served watery, low-quality beer at 4 euros for a pint, as if it were made by Trappist monks... ... stubbornly looking among the crowd for familiar faces of those you always see at these events, to understand that even though it seems big, the best part of your city can all fit in one room... And then the concert starts, the lights dim, and the usual waiting CD music plays (there's always a reggae track and one you really like on these waiting CDs, they should give them away at the end of the evening).
A figure takes the stage, and then a second... But they are two kids! And who is the star, ah, ok, the one with the guitar... Obviously! Calling them nerds is an understatement, and then come on, the guitar under the armpit like that doesn't look rocker at all, even the Beatles quickly lowered their straps! And the other one, what's he doing... The banjo!!! Come on?!? And on drums: there's no one? Oh no, it's the same guy from the banjo... Well... Let's start, come on... And then you spend an hour and a half among the best of your life. And to think that at 30 years old I was almost tired of going to concerts and yet a younger guy than you, just a few meters away, is capable of baring his soul right in front of you and drawing you into his maze, made of seedy motels, endless roads, burned cigarettes, and narcotics to keep the instinct to off himself immediately with a gunshot at bay. There's technique, of course, but it quickly takes a back seat to make room for pure emotion. And you wonder how a guy you'd never notice can have so much to say to you and have so much passion that not even broken strings three times in a row can contain. ... And so we will return again, driving miles in the fog and drinking grade Z beer, because in the end, this is a fantastic world. PS: yes yes I know it's from two years ago, but I wrote this back then in an email to my friends, so...it all still applies, and besides, Micah is returning to Turin tomorrow, so I'm in the moment!
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