The trip to the MEI to all "our" caught, following us for over a year, with great affection
As each year has arrived (and past ) MEI, like every year I allowed myself a few gitarella in Faenza and called again, as every year, it rained.
What is MEI? Presto said: Independent Labels Meeting. Meeting: so many people. Labels: something to do with music, at best. Independent: Do not ask me who or what, please. Lots of hair, lots of tight jeans like sausages, dark blazers many, many tricks. Many artists from the disillusionment and vacant look that does not "emerge" never.
[What an ugly word, emerge: and that creates involuntary associations with fecal matter, and the idea that to become someone should be "above" others.]
The frame is always the Fair Faenza: a widening of concrete tenements roofed blue arched straight out of a nightmare Sant'Elia , white tents that seem to swallow and digest it with people grumbling gruesome (but they are bands who play in).
At 5 and loosing the darkness of the blue in November, the lights reflected in puddles, and between the holes in the concrete, post-war atmosphere from large and remote eastern suburbs, the casino starts to give you the head : you have to go home.
Why m'ostino to go there?
for various reasons.
1) The good prices that can find. Doing a quick calculation: I MEI to 6 years, and every time I come home with at least 5 cd, at least 30 copies (of the rarest and most satisfying) come from the stalls of the MEI. And never more than one disbursement cinquantone.
[Specimens of this year Love "Da Capo" Brian Wilson "Smile", a compilation tribute to John Peel (double); Pixies "Surfer Rosa". ]
2) The stand of the publishing house and ISBN Arcana : their titles, with regard to the history and criticism Music, are second to none in Italy. It is not uncommon to find opportunities or discounts.
3) The stand of Bunch: Every year I make friends or chat with someone in the editorial. Last year it had fallen to Guglielmi, Raugei this year. Young girl, quite anonymous, wan handshake, but look nice. I'll give you compliments. Responds "Thanks." We have not liked.
4) human cases: there is nothing like the MEI to laugh on the skin of others, especially when you are depressed.
This year the choice was quite varied. First, the girls of the ticket.
"Hi, I have an account of the town of Ravenna." "Give me as well." "Please." Puzzled look. "Excuse me, but she's councilor?" Perfect start.
Then stand most unlikely; haired riddled body piercing that you go look askance because you do not stop in front of their belts made with neckties.
Or the radical gifts, wallets and accessories made from waste materials of the bike. Very nice, I must say, but " cost me a life," said the good Baptists, and I want to make fun of me because I wear a belt made with an ex-air chamber.
Finally, it's weird. I speak not only of artists, those are often pathological cases. I speak to the public.
How I love watching the audience! The motto of gaber " pretend to be healthy," can not be applied here. Moreover, it is reversed: you pretend to be strange.
To warm up a bit, 'within the tent at the bottom of the square, maybe the tent M, I do not remember.
a girl who appears on stage dressed in a single sheet, and cap Jamaican circumnavigation by matron. Besides, a guy in his fifties, my grandmother's cap and sweater around with a Mac on his right, a boy not much younger, constantly open mouth, waving his thick curly hair and looks astonished the public when not dealing with cables, wires and knobs.
They have just finished complain to submit (and your fortune will not describe her dress) the lack of Italian labels that produce their kind of music, and the sad necessity of having search engagements abroad.
Then begins the torment based dubstep repeated, subdued atmosphere, some din here and there, very high highs and low lows, female voice chanting some dark and seductive formula in English. But so be it.
One girl, maybe my age, isolated in the audience seems to appreciate their music mentions rhythm with your hands that draw circles in the air, raising his right knee, the lower , raises his left knee, the lower, swaying his head and removes the hair from his mouth once and no. Someone laughs, there is the usual "circle of embarrassment", before I get out in time to overhear some comments on the excessive consumption of drugs.
5) The reflections that pushes you to do on your land, on your generation, your past (trying to remember who you were gone with the year before, and the one before that, and how you were, and I had in mind, and how you've changed, and the very first time with your friend, and the autograph Freak Antoni ...), events: on yourself.
