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| photo by Alessandro Crapanzano |
... and again and again, faces hanging and stifled yawns, cable too short or that are not mass, tired limbs that respond mechanically to the appeal of an agreement, notes and chords forget and inaccurate speakers croak, to make the effort to because you always feel more powerful amp for my speakers crackle, hiss and fall of microphones and I never find the right angle, to do miracles to fit our crazy schedules and the thousands of works, split ears and forgotten passages and distorted structures for yet another reason, these melodies that come from nothing and all they end up , brief moments in which breathing is unique and perfect the beat, the magical moments in which the 'interweaving of voices began to sing, to be your Arbre Magique and sweaty as high mountain goats, to go for a beer after even though we are destroyed, the other coming together to concerts, to grant us patience and love that unites us to our common obsession ...
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