Night after night I watched Tizio play--I can't seem to call him Bob Corn, but that IS his stage name--so on stage--that is who he is. "Rock & Roll," as the man would say. Night after night I enjoyed his music more & more. Not always the case, loving the other 'acts' act, & the opposite, hating it, is something to be feared when traveling together in a small van. Tizio's voice is just so beautiful. Singing & talking. The stories he tells in between the songs are part of his show--these being in Italian I could only guess what he might be saying; a beautiful, paint-by-numbers experience for me as I could imagine his tales of heart-break or phone-calls to old friends or anti-fascist conventions where 'everyone is wearing black,' & all the characters in them however I liked. More & more (that phrase again) I came to love being in a country where all of the conversations & TV shows & ads were the same way--a background 'music' of stories that I could impress upon with poetry & importance that may well have been the same as the local mundaneries of our own language.
Afternoon at Cooperativa Owen. Good to arrive, have a sit down & chill, have a drink of wine or beer. Over in the kitchen a crew is making dinner. Generally we sit down to eat after a load-in & sound-check, usually around 10pm, with the whole gang: the sound-man, his brother, the cooks, Tizio's friends at the show, our extended family on the road. And our big family has been welcome everywhere we have gone on this trip as that is just the way hospitality goes around here.
BOB CORN takes the stage.
In the background the 'smog' makes a pretty sunset.
Just like we used to say in So-Cal!
Something to agree on for the left & right.
Buona Notte.
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