The Tree of mrcury

I always carry at least one camera in my backpack, but I never shoot.

Life is just being boring lately, but I can wait. You never know.

A post in Italian! 65% of the readers should be happy. Let the flame of misanthropy burn bright before us to light our way through all this crap.

- Sì?
- Ciao, sono io. Mi apri per favore?

Arlene. Sicuramente non mi avrà riconosciuto.

- Ciao. Ma sono da solo, qui non c’è nessuno. Cerchi Marco?
- Eh.
- Marco è alla Jappelli.
- Ma non c’è neanche Michele?
- No, è anche lui alla Jappelli. Non c’è nessuno qui.

Ma cazzo, mi ascoltate quando parlo?

- Cominciamo bene… Ma tu chi sei scusa?

Ecco.

- Stefano.
- Ah, va beh. Grazie lo stesso, ciao.
- Ciao ciao.

I have too much James Brown in my Playlist. I have made an unwritten contract with myself, stating

“I shall listen to every song in my iTunes playlist at least once”.

But there’s just too much James Brown, and too much Pearl Jam also. Not that I don’t like those, they’re on my playlist for a reason. But too much is too much. I think I’ll skip it and see if I can get something new on random.

Oh, noes! It played through. np: Mountain Goats - Prana Ferox. Better.

Take a fucking board and write “Dolce and Gabbana” on it, come on. Do it. Then let it hang from your neck and finally be the damn advertisement. Is this what you believe in? Someone who’s buying you with your own money?

My worst habit is staying inside. Sometimes I’m simply afraid of going outside, and keep procrastinating everything for whatever reason. Sometimes I just want to hide and disappear. Sometimes I only want to be alone yet I’m saddened by the thought of it.

I have things to do but I feel I can’t do anything and anything about it too. When I feel lost, the worst thing is staying inside where it can only be worse.

What is this all for?

I read it on greenplastic: Radiohead’s Thom Yorke has an album coming out for XL records. It’s titled The Eraser and I don’t know why but it makes me giggle. The animation on the official website is great, I just love that graphic style. I’m eagerly waiting for the release, july 11th.

If drinkin’ coffee’s your idea of really cool
You can’t expect no crazy chick to notice you
Just sittin there dreamin’ instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure

If you want someone a friend to be
Guess you’ll have to win the lottery
But till then repeat after me

I don’t want somebody to love me
Just give me sex whenever I want it
‘Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure
Instant pleasure, instant pleasure

It came just random to my mind, this afternoon. The first band I joined, in 2001, used quite a unique rehearsal space. It was a theatre at the second floor of a children’s asylum built in the 1870s. I’m not sure wether the building was still used as a children’s asylum at the time when we rehearsed there. There were dust and dirt in the corners, most of the lights in the staircase were burned out, the doors had a couple of slam latches secured by a padlock. This was the white wooden door to the theatre, and I never had the keys to that. Anyway, I was the youngest and I didn’t have a driving licence back then so I often got there with the other bandmates.

Entering the room you had the audience seats on the right, a full auditorium with wood seats. The roof was very high, I think there was a fresco in the center of it. We rehearsed right in front of the seats, on a “stage” that was actually at floor level. The five of us were usually standing in a circle, facing each other with the drums the furthest away from the entrance door. There was another door at the opposite side of the room which was locked all the time. If you had to go to the toilet you went down the stairs, walked across the corridor in the front side of the building and over to the left wing staircase. Then up two floors and the restrooms were there, of course with no light but with sinks and working faucets.

The theatre floor was made of wood, as the whole auditorium. I can’t recall exactly how many rows were there, but I remember once being at the top row and noticing how tiny things looked from there. Some seats were broken, and the floor under some of the tiers was just cracked. I think I never got too close to those.

Under the auditorium there was a sort of storage room where everyone used to keep their amps, drums, etc. A small door secured by a padlock was in the back of the structure holding the seats, on the right side of the auditorium (opposite the entrance door). There was a switch to turn a lightbulb on inside the storage room, but there were unsheathed wires and I was told I’d better not to touch it.

In 2003 all the bands that rehearsed in the theatre got kicked out of it because the city councillors wanted to restore the whole place, which is good. I haven’t been there again ever since.