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listening
sounds that overlap
blurring toward improbable commingling

sitting in one of my benches adolescent
Cowgirl in the messages of my adult loneliness

yet
this heat will finish
still cold winter give narrow

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Antonio!

* resume after a pause refreshing (?) The my narrative

The week before the concert in Piazza Mazzini, March 3 [we are in 1984, for those who do not remember] , were among the participants of AN . OK., Ancona review groups anarcopunk Italian theater built at the former psychiatric hospital (which by the way is now called Crass !!!). In fact, the 3 had to play the CCCP, but for some reason did not come to us and we play Revolt of Hate. The following week, on 11 March, they played the people of Turin: Franti, Kina and contraction. I Franti! I Franti Franti ... that I had released demo "Black Moon", of that we were madly in love! The group that had become our reference - together with Raf Punk Bolognese - Italian scene. But while the RAF was taking the direction indicated by the foley Crass, supported by the recovery of psychoanalysis, Reich, Franti was the closest to our aesthetic sensibility: sounds from diverse, disparate tools from the model guitar-bass-drums, lyrics rebels who had the courage to speak dell'initimità and not just the social, going towards the reconciliation of public and private hippie tradition. So, in short, Franti had the saxophone and had to have it too.

In fact even the Cracked Hirn had the sax piercing Horse, but it was something else.

"room" hanging around a guy bigger than us, which began to be curious and to our ramshackle band playing the flute. Antonio (he) had a hippy past, it was close to our positions and pacifist anti-militarist, he shared our vision of making policy with music. But the flute own we could not place him, so it was that he decided to buy a sax and started to come to our tests, trying to fit when he could in the structure of our songs, which at this point were also his.

I do not think we did a gig with him even on sax for a reason closely contingent had to go to play at Torino. We decided that Anthony would be replaced. It seemed like a temporary replacement, but soon became final.

Antonio was one of us, intimately. It was part of the group beyond the evidence, while Donatella Falconara was only for those with many problems caused by the "remote" location. Antonio was still there, you play or not. So it was that badly - without even a word of farewell - Antonio replaced Donald Low of the ANV.

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