The Stoned Poet

 19th December, show at La Sottorenea with Violence City, Snatchers, Caniche 666 and No Waves. I arrived there around 19h45, I see julian at the entrace. He's there early, hopes to leave not too late, having more plans to come. We smoke, talk about Gun's N' Roses, local scene controversies and bands. Controversies are everywhere in this scene, everyone wants a name, no matter how dirty or how insane you have to act to have a tail waggin behind you. Rumors spread like wildfire, the music is the wind that keeps hailing the fire. Truly, I believe the scene is not at it's best, because politics, drugs and the social media have been injected in it. People demand from the artists certain standards, lyrics not too controversial, a certain dress code, a way to act and speak. The kids want to be represented, but I state that they don't even fucking know what they want or what they should resemble. Whatever. Cigarettes are done, inside we are, no one. Dead. Silence. Almost. I...

 I came in it was a tad late, everlasting traffic and wild wonders kept me drifting along my way to the church. Last time I went to a church I was thrown out because I'd graffitied in a bible. Obscene I was called and so was the show I was on my way to see. A release show for Truck Violences album called Violence. With my head shaved my scrambled beard and my tired arms, I could only hope their would be violence to stir me up. I came there with a friend and of course I found others from bad objection, Sigil Grove and more attending the night. You knew it was going to be a nighter because every local band was there to witness astounding performances and maybe learn a thing or two about giving a good show. What I didn't know was how hot and physical this night would end up being. At my arrival Evergreen start and their performance is dazzling. The classic grunge posture of Matteo the singer fighting with his guitar is at the rendez vous, Hans the bassist is just grooving loosel...