Oscar stories #17: Toh ! Who sees you again !! (New York)
Vespucci Tour in America organized by the Rotary club of Florence. I paid for that trip with the first savings of my new job after leaving the so-called music world. A bogus world folded in on itself, made up of people of poor cultural level ready to give up a band when someone offered him a few hundred more lire a day. A fake world made up of serious professional whores who tried to build a real love by giving money to the ruffian on duty who then filled them with dicks, a fake world made of wild women looking for who knows that always ready to throw themselves away, a fake world where customers forced you to play him what he liked and the most humiliating thing was when they forced you to go to the tables with the guitar. A bogus world in which it was possible, though extremely rare, to find someone to trust. For example, a Neapolitan bassist, a big boy who left me a great memory when compared to the myriad of other former collaborators who did everything but help you. You have alrea