XI
In May, the world is beautiful and inviting colors, sings reason Jovanotti. Well, here in Amsterdam the spring is wet, rainy, and regardless of roses and daisies that bloom into fragrant green fields all over Europe. Wool hats and coats. Cold wind and frostbite to his hands. Here's what it's up to us living in the Netherlands on the threshold of summer.
In the few days of blue skies and bright sunshine no one is home. How lizards also forfeited a weak drop of heat to care for it greedily. This light energy is good. A beautiful day renews the spirit of the city. The music spreads in the air. Music is everywhere. Swing malicious scrambling in bars, squares, even the clatter of the tram becomes music. Pedaling a bicycle will see the boys bring along basses, guitars, clarinets, trumpets, saxophones, player pianos, and many others were meeting at the park where it takes hold jam sessions.
In the city there are several places where musicians come together, even when workers are allowed to listen to us. One of these is Alto Cafe. It is a hole, a small and smoky. Do not you give him a penny if it were not there to pass the city's best jazz musicians, who probably have already played at the Bimhuis, but they still want and are staying there High up late at night, sweating and playing while the rest throw down beer. The High Cafe is a place where I escape when I want on my own point of hanging among the people. Can you stay on your own at home or among the people. Are identical forms of loneliness.
Shina during the week to spend time lying on the couch watching TV, smoking pipes and drinking wine. Not much, just a half-bottle. That night I asked her to keep me company.
- Would you like to come to a jazz club?
- I do not know, Santiago, work tomorrow.
- I too work tomorrow. It's just for recreation and get some 'air. We'll have fun I promise.
Shina was convinced. He put on a pair of tight jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. He had a nice smell. Changed aspect. It was nice. We mounted a bike and set off to ride along the alleys of the old ships with Shina sitting on the roof rack.
- How fast LAN. Unfamiliar with the streets of this city. - He said.
- Live in Amsterdam for six months.
- Think, I for one year and not even know where we are.
With the bicycle I had turned the city far and wide exploring it without traffic and safely. By now you know shortcuts that took me straight to the X.
We arrived after a few minutes to Leidseplein. I put my bike chain and entered the High Cafe. We took our places at a table not far from the stage. Shina rolls a barrel of smoke. I went to the counter and ordered two beers. We started talking while we waited for the band.
slowly disappear from the face of anguish seemed Shina expression that was growing old. And I looked like I had never seen before: Shina was a beautiful girl.
The group took the stage. Settled instruments, they looked to be understood, and one ... two ... three ... blues with a balanced attack. The singer was a black slender muscles fibrosis. Part of momentum. He moved on the shelf as a star, shaking legs, mimicking moves breakdance and do not stop for a moment he was throwing the microphone from hand to hand as if it were boiling. You'd say that was funny, ridiculous with those from coaxing bully, but he left something in stone. Wild energy hard to find around. And he knew well. This is why we allowed those dramatized. Phenomena even ridicule is transformed into eccentricity. After some vocal modulations
did a pirouette and pointed the microphone to the guitar player who did not hesitate indulging in a vigorous solo. He kept the guitar resting on his belly like a cat el'accarezzava with eyes closed. Spontaneously began to tell a story about Louisiana. A black history. Sultry nights, a stroke of genius, imagination. Hot summer where the grain moisture is sunk. The singing of Creole blues march, like a mighty forest of valuable timber, spreading through the fields as fertilizer fresh invigorating drums, raising apathy harvest. The sacrifice, he was saying, is the abode of fertilization. The music saved from poverty, free from the chains of lead. South hunger is satisfied with the vibrations with the work, hope and way out of trouble, here is lying on my stomach. This went
telling while unrolling via images of extensive American. What a genius man! Now that's music! The guitarist's eyes widened and he found himself back in the room while the rest of us with his tongue out deteriorating hands. Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! High temperature rose suddenly. We began to move his ass from stools, to whistle, order beer, smoking tobacco. The local and went smoke-filled atmosphere. The singer still
twirled the microphone, he launched into some tap steps, raised his arm to his left like a baseball pitcher indicating the piano. The piano player jumps at the invitation. Dispatched. He was white, the only group. Tension was playing with a straight posture and shook hands on the keys. The pianist had the legacy of the guitar and followed the rhythm easily. Climbed the stairs of a tower going around in circles; sound sophisticated, outgoing son of many readings and studies in search of talent. Brain for improvisation. Keys such as bricks, thoughts like bullets to the top of the same sound. Turned into an acrobat to grips with a superb flight, capable of seducing the soul, the soul that gracefully reduced into tiny shards of ice. Transported to the top of the tower we were met by a cool breeze music. Then we saw the whole valley and everything around us, we, the river, the sky, the forest. He went a long round of applause while the pianist was still immersed in the keys.
Then, suddenly, like a leap of faith, an eerie silence. The breeze of the plan gave way to the quiet shady bass. The bass was popped out of nowhere, as it was hidden by the instrument. It was a giant two-meter firmly pinched his fat fingers on ropes, white and wide open as the baleen of a whale. Follow the route marked by the other two, but in the opposite direction. Now do not go to heaven. It quickly soared in the very depths of sound, deep within the subsoil. The sound turned into a cave suffused with echoes, the notes were flying away like the beating of wings of a bat breast feeding in an endless vibration, the sound filtered through the ribs, penetrated the flesh, the stomach, the intestines, the wrap ' soul, enveloping waves of sound, decked out in a vice doughy, thick as blood. In the gloom of the hall we came to the center of the earth beating time with his feet. At a time when the gang leader rolls the microphone change course, the giant had three shots on the ropes decided to form a single bundle of energy so that it hung in the air to the drummer.
We were not more in the skin. We were sitting at the edge of the chair. These phenomena were here! They did not belong to the time they lived. They were musicians in Greenwich Village in the Upper somehow stumbled Cafe. If Ginsberg had sprouted Keruoac and stoned grass that kept time with their fingers have believed it, because it was just so that things were back then. While dreaming
drummer attacked. It was a good start. The rhythm of the bass had moved away, almost disappeared from the room. She stood on her, the drummer. We walked around without finding the right path. Then we rode in a breath of disappointment. He found himself in front of thirty people that I hold my breath in my throat and expecting from him a circle. How can you expect in that group there was a prodigious discordant note?
was as if the drummer had sent our disappointment. Raised his eyebrows and gave us inside. Slowly, like a distant reverberation, the sound began to approach gaining ground. Osmosis was done! Ran the shot the man, clenching his teeth and iron some of the notes remained suspended in the air, those notes that he could keep in mind, difficult to shake. Now glimpsed the outline of the beat to mount behind him, suspended a few inches from his head, like a tiger lying in wait, here it was going to get the rhythm, rhythm, beat on the plate, an inch, do not stop, keep it at bay, put it on a leash, the Journal! And the beat captured him. That became a distant reverberation wave roaring burst on the drums and cymbals, an explosion of sound that drew in the air by throwing stones and sand everywhere wave screaming, grabs us, going back sucked from the ocean and shakes the rocks ; wave that tore from his chair, while the feet and hands continued to follow that rhythm burning, overwhelming, ta ta, ta ta tush! There was no way to keep us still, even the glasses were moving by themselves, ta ta, ta ta tush! The singer jumped into the music at the right time and the group departed from where it had begun. What a pleasure!
continued without stopping until late at night.
When I came forth from on and Shin were elated. We mounted a bike and took our way home. Two rides and fell to the ground just by touching the edge of the channel. Laughing, smoking and alcohol out of tune with the music that still echoed in his head. The stars were watching silent while a slight sigh came from afar like a flash of jazz. We got up laughing and the next moment we are cycling through the channels lit that spark the romantic soul of Amsterdam. We arrived
in the fourth through the tourists and the windows. We went inside. There was something special between us that evening. A step by chapter. But neither had the courage to grasp the essence. The euphoria gradually turned into shame, sadness, until the sexual attraction disappeared altogether. After exchanging good night, I went to sleep on the loft in his room and Shina. A
Shina turned bad. In the following days it was always black mood and I do not greet. That wonderful evening for the High she was already forgotten. There are times when everything seems easy and do it more spontaneous. But things do not always go to the verse that we believe in, even if it burns to admit it. All there. But she had a hard head of a Scottish, rather than the same thought.
One day I found a colored box on the table. It looked like a box of Barbie dolls. Intrigued I took a look. It was a huge rubber phallus equipped with lubricating gel. Shina was feeling quite alone, I thought. In fact, that night came home with a guy. They were both drunk. The guy began to sing God Save the Queen in residence.
- Hey! It's three o'clock in the morning! - The whispered angrily.
threw a dirty look from the balcony of the mezzanine at Shina. That screwed with his finger to his mouth was sshhh, sshhh, but it was so made that he turned to the cabinet. The type of singing stopped and the two went Room. Shina repeated: "It's a good guy, he's a good guy, but is powerless you know? Poor thing ... ... is powerless. " A moment later the heavy tread shook the crazy near the ceiling. He put a ball on a big piece, Dazed and Confused.
There was no way to get to sleep until the time of the alarm.
The next day I explained the situation in Shina. She said dry: - Ok, I'll try to be more careful.
- About. I found these packages on the table, what are incentives for the sale? - I put the laughter.
- I thought that was crap your stuff.
I turned and took his leave in disgust. Since then
Shina became unbearable. All the resolutions to conduct proved a lie. Came home drunk every night with a different kind by not ignoring the din around. If they beat, here.
between me and the things she fell short.
Just off from work turned on the phone. I found a voicemail message Jerun, the neighbor mad, "Son of a bitch if songs still go down and I'll break your ass! Did I warned you, I'll break your ass. "
I opened the door. Shina was filled with smoke on the couch of reeds that looked at the Tv On the ground several empty bottles of wine and whiskey. The room stank.
- Have you missed work? - I asked.
- I was not comfortable. I had guests.
- Do not you feel the stench?
- No, I do not think we stink. Perhaps you've beaten the shit!
I opened the windows.
was decided he had to go.
to work, I sent an email in which I explained my reasons. Offered her a month to find another accommodation. With me it had closed. Shina replied immediately: "So I thought I had to find another place. You're a beard. "
Postai the same ad a few months earlier. He achieved the same success. Every day at least a couple of guys came to see the house. After two weeks spent in asking the candidates if they were alcoholics flatmate chose a fat Finnish gentle eyes and a natural kindness of heart. Her name was Johanna. Before the move we talked a little
I and Shina. And when we did not even exchanged a hello.
- Santiago, when are you going to remove from the table those two big cocks that you bought?
- When you come back the memory! Shina
rented a flat in Jordan, the chic, for thousands of money per month. The house was a dream, he said. He had a jacuzzi, the video and the neighborhood was not frequented by prostitutes and junkies, but by working and honest people. Then he went: - I have friends interested in the room, they come to see her tonight.
- Do not let them come. The room to rent at a Finnish friend of mine. They already agree with you.
Shina did not answer.
Needless to say that night came his friends, a tall boy with a baseball cap, a gypsy, and a basset guy that I was immediately disliked. Shina greeted them warmly. He asked me to sit at table with them and talk. It was the basset to expose the facts. He did it with the air of one who knew his business.
- They are very interested in the room. Boys are clean and have no shackles on my mind. He loves the neighborhood. I am willing to take possession of the room will move as soon as Shina. I have nothing to say more, I think it is ok? Auctions?
- No, no good guys, - said net - the room I've already promised. It is useless to discuss it. I have nothing against you, it's just that the word must be respected. The basset
remained silent. He looked at me, then Shina, and troubled air rose from the chair. He motioned to the pair of them and go without making a turn and followed him out without saying goodbye.
- Shina tell me what the hell's going on?
- No, I fix everything myself.
And he left with them.
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