... in the meantime the story of "rooms" you are writing ... with all the delays and bottlenecks of the case. Last night we made a quick recording session at the home of Fabrizio, with Fabio, Francesco, Antonio (bass ANV), me and Mark (drummer ANV). It was a long time that there was a banquet, but the evening quickly took on the contours of the typical evening in the "kitchen" of the rooms. Everyone who goes a bit ' on his own, choral moments, plans, promises and more. Fabrizio
welcomed us in his quasi-loft Falconara starting to eat all before then, around midnight he got up a minute ... perhaps to carry out bodily needs - each thought in her heart ... until we look a little stunned, attracted by a sound ... looked like an old phone to record ... or a dot matrix printer ... no! Fabrizio was that he had fallen asleep in his bed ... and snoring like a bulldozer (assuming that the bulldozers Russin). We look at the facts and continue to make us our home. Later, a lot later, we decide to leave. Marco tries to wake him, but to no avail. We close
windows, turn off the lights and pull us behind the door, hoping that this morning you wake up in time to do what must be done.
Here, after more than two decades, the meaning of the rooms.
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