While whizzing Garbogera on-mobile in the direction of Assam, on the tongue of asphalt as fast as today unlivable weekdays, I can not help but think that deep down we are lucky. I've seen, I think, at least one hundred concerts, and almost all here in Milan. Here at 15 km from my house. I think of those poor who are burdened with travel history to see their favorite band, I think Silvia, who, yesterday, it rose from Rome to Verona to see the same show that I'll see tonight, and that has also caught the 'water, as the concert was the Arena. Do not spit in the face of providence: thank goodness we're in Milan, and thank goodness this is still the hub of the Italian musical world.
Parking faster than expected, paninazzo sausage-pepper-mayonnaise helped by a poor Heineken, and so into it. Industry B6. I already imagine having to watch the concert from some pleasant location in the ass to the wolves, and yet .... We are close to the stage to the right of the stage, not more than 15 meters as the crow flies. On the tables are already playing the My Morning Jacket. Having learned Tuesday that the supporters of my favorites were these individuals, I have tried to document as best I could. Some mp3 Emule has however given me a vision is not very encouraging. A rock very strange, sometimes pinkfloydeggiante, some new-age. We did very reliable. So while the blonde hostess accompanied us to our seats, and Marco and I did the dumb with her, the guys were playing on stage. Put it this way: some good ideas, some nice passing, but pieces that are too long and wordy, processing capacity, due to their length, in real albatross. But if they have not broken too boxes, and are made to listen to while chatting Garbogeri sull'avvenenza of the young ladies around them and smoked on the sly in the Milanese palace.
I remember my first concerts. The interminable wait. The roar when it was discovered the battery, or when it was hoisted behind the drumkit the giant banner with the logo of the group. Interminable waiting. I hate the changes of the stage. Too long, too much waiting, kept waiting. But this time the change is quick, painless and above. I notice that the stage is rather thin. Effettoni nothing, as I like Pearl Jam, only files of amplifiers and a strange movie screen behind the location of the battery. On the left, where surely play Stone Gossard, an endless rack of guitars. On the right the same scene, but twice, as the racks are two: that of Mike McCready and Jeff Ament that of the good. The battery looks skinny, two toms, two ears, only three dishes for my hero, Matt Cameron, adored since the time of militancy in the "garden of sound" and Soundgarden. Oh, great group, that.
And behold, the lights go out. Sale fibrillation throughout the building. "Vedder ubiraco will, as usual," prophesies Adriano. Part Ten of the intro, the one that preceded the grand once, and I say that if they start from there, I can already leave happy. But while the boys arrive on stage, it is up to the opener That Go back in time, in concert 6 years ago, at night in the car listening to Jeremy and Porch. They seem to fit, boys. Vedder is drunk, you see immediately. Adri was right. Good Eddie makes no exceptions: six years ago, drunk, drunk tonight. Yet despite the staggering gait and slurred the words, takes the stage at large. The voice did not move from where he was fifteen years ago. Perhaps the greatest frontman that modern rock memories, or among the largest. And it goes on. Coming Last Exit, Save You, the new World Wide Suicide, which is even better live, but on CD I was very disappointed. Eddie starts talking with the public in Italian. He notes that moves back and forth. He did write the translations in Italian, asshole. Yet the public is enhanced by its lousy Italian-American. The first jolt to me and my companeros comes with Corduroy. We know it by heart, we played it for years. And so, Lorenzo attacks aa sing. And Severed Hand, Unemployable, Even Flow immortal. And here's another peak of the evening. Part of the arpeggio I Am Mine, and I'm off from the world, totally alien to me. And yet, while Vedder is up and down with his bottle of good wine, there's Man of the Hour and MFC. And here's another moment Garbogera: Daughter. This is still sound today and is one of those pieces that are with us for years and years. Our heroes are attacking us, brilliantly, a cover of Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall. Vedder took the opportunity to launch the dig-rite to JWBush, which, as noted, does not like. President Bush leave this world alone. And while Mark begins to manifest a desire to feel Glorified G, the show continues. Faithful, and then the devastating Comatose. And then State of Love and Trust, another of the old warhorse GarbogeraDrive, then known as JFK. And one of my favorites, Why Go, where Matt Cameron McCredy and throw in two fabulous solos. And the audience jump, swing, lift up your hands, poga, sings, screams. A show within the show. With the piece, Pearl Jam go away.
pass five minutes of darkness and choirs, Eddie just before the fall, Gibson's arm, and stories of how it is linked to Milan. Six years ago, in our beautiful city of fog, one September night, and in this same hall, he met his current girlfriend. And her dedication and her daughter in a Picture Frame, cover of Tom Waits. Parachutes And yet, before the arrival of the most touching moments of the show. When part of the arpeggio Black I paused momentarily to the toilet. But catapult me \u200b\u200bstraight to my place to enjoy one of the best ballad of the boys in Seattle. Exciting. An absolute long as Mike challenge the brilliant Adam Kaspar, arroulato all'hammond for the tour. By shivering their duet, until the song goes off. But people go ahead, sing the chorus. Two minutes in which Pearl Jam stop, lower volume, and enjoy the Milanese audience that pays homage to them. They rest of us time to applaud until the bursting roar of thanks of those present, for a while to put it mildly creepy. And after Crazy Mary, originally from Victoria Williams, here is another milestone, Given to Fly, still shivering. And the memorable and unforgettable Alive. Piece in which, increasingly a pacifier Vedder climbs onto a row of amplifiers, and, in an attempt to get off, tumbles tumbling to the ground on his back. But idiot, you go to kill their during Alive? The boys say goodbye and go away again.
But soon after returning to the grand finale. Do the Evolution opens, followed by Big Wave Leash, fished out from VS. And here he is the grand finale. Memorable cover of Neil Young, Rockin 'In The Free World. A piece now all identify as a trademark of Pearl Jam, and close the historic Yellow Led Better yet, with the lights already on, but no one moves. Then, as the kids get off the stage, the runway. No casino, the bypass. And in return, by car, the missing pieces to a great show: Garden, Insignificance, the Glorified G. demanded by Marco ...
Black For those who want to meet again in Milan ....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKnR0Jbwx40
Parking faster than expected, paninazzo sausage-pepper-mayonnaise helped by a poor Heineken, and so into it. Industry B6. I already imagine having to watch the concert from some pleasant location in the ass to the wolves, and yet .... We are close to the stage to the right of the stage, not more than 15 meters as the crow flies. On the tables are already playing the My Morning Jacket. Having learned Tuesday that the supporters of my favorites were these individuals, I have tried to document as best I could. Some mp3 Emule has however given me a vision is not very encouraging. A rock very strange, sometimes pinkfloydeggiante, some new-age. We did very reliable. So while the blonde hostess accompanied us to our seats, and Marco and I did the dumb with her, the guys were playing on stage. Put it this way: some good ideas, some nice passing, but pieces that are too long and wordy, processing capacity, due to their length, in real albatross. But if they have not broken too boxes, and are made to listen to while chatting Garbogeri sull'avvenenza of the young ladies around them and smoked on the sly in the Milanese palace.
I remember my first concerts. The interminable wait. The roar when it was discovered the battery, or when it was hoisted behind the drumkit the giant banner with the logo of the group. Interminable waiting. I hate the changes of the stage. Too long, too much waiting, kept waiting. But this time the change is quick, painless and above. I notice that the stage is rather thin. Effettoni nothing, as I like Pearl Jam, only files of amplifiers and a strange movie screen behind the location of the battery. On the left, where surely play Stone Gossard, an endless rack of guitars. On the right the same scene, but twice, as the racks are two: that of Mike McCready and Jeff Ament that of the good. The battery looks skinny, two toms, two ears, only three dishes for my hero, Matt Cameron, adored since the time of militancy in the "garden of sound" and Soundgarden. Oh, great group, that.
And behold, the lights go out. Sale fibrillation throughout the building. "Vedder ubiraco will, as usual," prophesies Adriano. Part Ten of the intro, the one that preceded the grand once, and I say that if they start from there, I can already leave happy. But while the boys arrive on stage, it is up to the opener That Go back in time, in concert 6 years ago, at night in the car listening to Jeremy and Porch. They seem to fit, boys. Vedder is drunk, you see immediately. Adri was right. Good Eddie makes no exceptions: six years ago, drunk, drunk tonight. Yet despite the staggering gait and slurred the words, takes the stage at large. The voice did not move from where he was fifteen years ago. Perhaps the greatest frontman that modern rock memories, or among the largest. And it goes on. Coming Last Exit, Save You, the new World Wide Suicide, which is even better live, but on CD I was very disappointed. Eddie starts talking with the public in Italian. He notes that moves back and forth. He did write the translations in Italian, asshole. Yet the public is enhanced by its lousy Italian-American. The first jolt to me and my companeros comes with Corduroy. We know it by heart, we played it for years. And so, Lorenzo attacks aa sing. And Severed Hand, Unemployable, Even Flow immortal. And here's another peak of the evening. Part of the arpeggio I Am Mine, and I'm off from the world, totally alien to me. And yet, while Vedder is up and down with his bottle of good wine, there's Man of the Hour and MFC. And here's another moment Garbogera: Daughter. This is still sound today and is one of those pieces that are with us for years and years. Our heroes are attacking us, brilliantly, a cover of Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall. Vedder took the opportunity to launch the dig-rite to JWBush, which, as noted, does not like. President Bush leave this world alone. And while Mark begins to manifest a desire to feel Glorified G, the show continues. Faithful, and then the devastating Comatose. And then State of Love and Trust, another of the old warhorse GarbogeraDrive, then known as JFK. And one of my favorites, Why Go, where Matt Cameron McCredy and throw in two fabulous solos. And the audience jump, swing, lift up your hands, poga, sings, screams. A show within the show. With the piece, Pearl Jam go away.
pass five minutes of darkness and choirs, Eddie just before the fall, Gibson's arm, and stories of how it is linked to Milan. Six years ago, in our beautiful city of fog, one September night, and in this same hall, he met his current girlfriend. And her dedication and her daughter in a Picture Frame, cover of Tom Waits. Parachutes And yet, before the arrival of the most touching moments of the show. When part of the arpeggio Black I paused momentarily to the toilet. But catapult me \u200b\u200bstraight to my place to enjoy one of the best ballad of the boys in Seattle. Exciting. An absolute long as Mike challenge the brilliant Adam Kaspar, arroulato all'hammond for the tour. By shivering their duet, until the song goes off. But people go ahead, sing the chorus. Two minutes in which Pearl Jam stop, lower volume, and enjoy the Milanese audience that pays homage to them. They rest of us time to applaud until the bursting roar of thanks of those present, for a while to put it mildly creepy. And after Crazy Mary, originally from Victoria Williams, here is another milestone, Given to Fly, still shivering. And the memorable and unforgettable Alive. Piece in which, increasingly a pacifier Vedder climbs onto a row of amplifiers, and, in an attempt to get off, tumbles tumbling to the ground on his back. But idiot, you go to kill their during Alive? The boys say goodbye and go away again.
But soon after returning to the grand finale. Do the Evolution opens, followed by Big Wave Leash, fished out from VS. And here he is the grand finale. Memorable cover of Neil Young, Rockin 'In The Free World. A piece now all identify as a trademark of Pearl Jam, and close the historic Yellow Led Better yet, with the lights already on, but no one moves. Then, as the kids get off the stage, the runway. No casino, the bypass. And in return, by car, the missing pieces to a great show: Garden, Insignificance, the Glorified G. demanded by Marco ...
Black For those who want to meet again in Milan ....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKnR0Jbwx40
