Sunday May 3oth 4pm is our set. Finally--after all the gnocchi fritto, sightseeing, band-listening & recuperating from the long flight--it's our chance to play...aaaahhhhh...it feels really good to PLAY some music--especially if your into that sort of thing, like I am...I assume the rest of Art of Flying feels pretty much the same way. The scene is cool here as far as fests go as there are 2 stages--with one for setting up while the other bands play--this keeps it pretty right on schedule.
Peter is sitting down for his first hits at the 'sonata' an Italian drum-kit. The dead-beat bass-drum will never be to our liking--but, Peter's giant kick will not make it to Europe until we start making some more serious euros...which is not the theme of this journey.HA!
CALCIO. or soccer, as the USA calls it. This is right outside the music house. I watched a bit & noticed that here in Italy even musicians have some mad 'skills' on the field. That little kid with the ball played pretty much 3 days straight with anyone who would join him.
Recycling is everywhere here in Italy--even the smallest towns (& San Martino Spino is about the size of Questa...imagine a 3 day music festival in Questa...& I am...) has these colorful bins on the street...plastic, glass, & paper....sometimes there is a bin for compost. The plastic, I must say, they really need as they rock through the plastic water bottles like no where else I've ever seen. The bottled water here is super-cheap.
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