Being in a band is a lot of hard work.
Despite your best efforts something will always go wrong.
Below is a very old journal entry from a very old band.
"The first blow would come in the form of nothing more than simple numbers..."9:30". This is the time the show would start. It made everyone a bit saddened to know that there would be 13 bands playing and it would start at 9:30. With morale already low, our heroes take to the road. The day starts looking up. A short drive and we see our exit. Then the day quickly looks back down... almost to say that it's embarrassed it reared its ugly head in the first place. Lost. We become lost in a strange land in Miami, in what some may call a "ghetto."
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Sometimes, I think about how hard must be living on a stage. One of the reason for which many singers have or had a present/past of drugs abuse, I think, is the pressure of the all deal. you imagine.... the first tours must be funny, but then it becomes a routine. That's dangerous...
Gald and delighted you like Ungaretti. He is the poet of my life, my eternal love.
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