Ciao everyone! It's your erstwhile reporter on the via, Samburusunset. If you hadn't already heard, I dragged my crazy ass to Italy to see our man perform (with different buds) and witness this Taranta legend in person. Ever since I first heard the CD for La Notte Della Taranta I loved the music and thought it would be so incredible to see and hear live. A series of puzzle pieces fell into place and I was able to work some details out and here I am.
Enough blathering about moi. Y'all want to hear about the show, eh? Well, I entered the contest for the free tickets and won one for the Rome show. Wheeeeee! Our own Lady P was to be at the show and would have my ticket for me. It turned out that she arrived at the train station from Naples and her friend (the Nutter Kipper) was picking her up and as I'm staying nearby, I could meet them and we could ride together. That was great because this place is way out and I would have to cab it (or risk getting lost on public transport ). I was wearing my Gizmo shirt and Paola (Lady P) was going to be holding a red rose. Simple enough, eh? HAHAHAHAHAHA! There's a fuck load of buses and cabs and people and kiosks and shit in front of the train station. So we started a series of, "Where are you? I'm here" "Where are *you* ?" phone calls. There's also 2 entrances to the station. AHA! It suddenly dawned on me and I found her around the corner with her rose and we embraced as all long lost, never before met Nutters do. Off we went. Problem one down.
We get to the park and we're *quite* early. It's a very pretty area. There's a lake and lots of trees and a little area with the stage and chairs. We heard the unmistakable sound of a booming bass drum as we approached. SOUNDCHECK! So, we walked around the lake and got a preview of the show and let out a few random "Woooos."
I gotta stop here. It's raining (fuuuuuuuuuuck) and I have to get ready for tonight. I don't have an early flight in the morning so I should get thru the reviews when I get back.
Ciao for now!