on golf tourism were black mac, Paolone and curry.
the program provided for the evening departure from the exit of Catania San Gregorio, one night pulled up in Rome, a stroll downtown on the morning of the show and then transfer to flaminio for queuing at the entrance and groped to gain seats in the front row for 4 hours tiratissime together.
springsteen because you do not save anything, and do not send you home if you're not to say enough.
and, although this time there was the e-street, the moment arrives you can not do more, especially if you know about having to shoot at night, for the second night in a row, you divide 800 km from home.
short, a life of sacrifice to scream broooooooce under the stage.
except 1985 and 1988 (too clean-shaven) mac has always done everything that needed to be done to get tickets and maybe encourage others fans.
because if you need two tickets and can take 4 you know there will always be a blood brother who resell the tickets at cost price.
and hope that one day the same happens to you ass.
this has happened regularly for the tour 1997 (naples acoustic, very few available) reunion 1999 (2 dates to Filaforum and Marassi stadium in Genoa), San Siro 2003, seeger session band 2006 (a date to the forum and arena Verona) and, more recently, by the date of last November 2007 at Assago Forum with regular ticket "more" face value sold to a type of Pescara (where are you now my friend, eh?).
then, the history of karma, mac would have expected available and that a young lady was going to look up to the house, and discovered that it was left without a ticket to San Siro 2008, would offer him, at a modest price, a first row as sufflone \u200b\u200b.
however, without the valuable coupon (for sufflone \u200b\u200b see), mac tonight it is up to the sea, on vacation, 1200 miles to San Siro.
and, fresh from this terrace, I think it's time to tell it like it is for brethren with whom he shared all these years late nights in front of the box office, queues at the gates, posts on the internet, km on the road, sweating under the stage :
are pathetic with your faded T-shirts of the river tour, you are old
with your stories " I was there" at the San Siro in 1985,
you should see you when you sell your mothers while entering the pit, you
penalty when you leave the concert with your children insonnacchiati, you broke
the fuck on with your hysterical urletti first notes to let you know that you recognized the song from the first agreement, and the unbearably
with which to cry out who's next " oh God, not made from oslo 1997! " ,
little priests and that attitude with which silenced those who sing the parts that should not be sung but listen in silence.
40/50enni you who have stayed in the car to buy tickets, fathers who have invented excuses to leave early from the office the afternoon of the concert, all of you,
a friendly fuck.
