...so you find out that Oneida is playing at your place in half an hour. You wonder how it is that when you never come home, there's a party.
You arrive; greet dad and the uncles, cousins, oh ebbè caz e allora caz avveru nooo minchia caz ohù and Kid Millions and Fat Bob arrive. Indoor market: Oneida shirt, Oneida records, some of which you've never seen.
Stage: Kid in his place, Bobby too, Jane is replaced by Topo Gigio. You also notice that next to Bob - and his Farfisa: far, fi, sa - there's the Commissioner Basettoni crossed with John Belusci.
The Million machine lights up, Bob joins in, Basettusci plays two-three notes in loop to fill in the blanks. Topo Gigio makes an appearance: adorable.
You don't recognize the tracks: they all say something to you, but they're different yet terribly similar to each other. But, similar though. You'd say they sound like tracks from '00 to '07 played in a place called El Shaddai's. Only Caesar's Column is almost the same but without the guitar. Damn it: they travel well to start; sooner or later the frenzy will start and the place will empty. Bob, between tracks, often says pipol from de nort: wonder how he knows we're in North Sardinia, and especially why he cares. But whatever, everyone is happy with the rock and roll that makes you dance.
Yes, okay, nice this dance-rock and roll, really they're all a thrill. But, bagassa troia infame lurida e ballista, they're the damn Oneida. I mean, got it?
You take a friend and say: tell the keyboardist's ear "iuv gatt tu lukk intù de laitt". Nothing, too complicated. So you write it on a napkin, which your friend places on the Farfisa - far, fi, sa. Bob reads, laughs, passes it to Million who laughs more than him. They ask who it was: you give them a thumbs-up. They turn to Gigio & Basettoni, they accept but not with all that happiness. Basettoni says I know this one, and you think that even Vasco's guitarist knows Alba Chiara: if you had a thanks to the dick in your pocket you would know whom to give it to.
Light light light light light light light light light... and finally in front of the stage there's the exodus, someone shouts enough and you laugh. Fuck you laugh. Five minutes of light light light, fresh fresh between head and neck and then a final Jammona where hear-hear, even Topo Gigio plays. It reminds you of something too, but you can’t pinpoint it.
Finished, almost two hours. Maybe more.
You get on stage, congratulate both (meaning two people) and ask "maaaa... Jane?", risking looking stupid like he's dead, he's an idiot, hope he and his cat die, he banged Bob's mom. Instead Millions goes "oh, vvrattè, mmìche you saw the Pipol From The North, Jane plays in Oneida".
Ah, ok. Fly… my Little Pony... fly… my Little Pony go flyyyyy...
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