666

My dear, dear readers,

I deeply apologize for the long wait you had to get through, during all these months.

I know your lives depends on my blog and that, after my last announcement for this post, you couldn't breathe one moment without thinking about my next move. I didn't mean to be mean, nor to torture you, although torture and many other creepy things belong to the theme –– which is, ladies and gentleman, as some of you remember, our beloved Satan.

That's, indeed, my post number 666.

It is.

I had to celebrate this –– properly. I'm sure you can understand that.

I had to do some more than merely celebrate, actually.

I had to follow my call to discover the Truth.

What I always knew but couldn't tell without proofs.

So that's what I've done: I went looking for proofs.

That's what a serious lady does, you know? And I am that. I'm a serious lady, I mean.

So I went desperately looking for proofs. For the traces of my own destiny.

And it couldn't be any harder (but don't ask me why, 'cause that's just too painful to tell).

I don't really know where to start, however, meanwhile, let's highlight that this my post number 666 came together with another post number 666 from myself: I arrived at the post number 665 also on the forum on Cremonapalloza, which is a website and association dedicated to any interesting activity happening in my little hometown, Cremona. Hence, both there and here I had to make something big and deep for this uniquely-double occasion. I'm active on that forum since my teenage, even before starting this blog (almost seven years old) and I love to mess up with the folks on there. Leaving my hometown never meant to stop to write on that forum –– possibly, meant the opposite. Anyway, the person who drawn me there was a particularly active user that…

Ok, well, I really get broken in pieces trying to explain this story, but try to follow me.

There is probably a big connection, in all this chaos, that I need to show you.

So.

The person who drawn me into this forum is called, is popularly called… "McA". That's his name, not his official name, you know, that's just his nickname, his friends call him this way, other people call him this way. However, McA. I call him otherwise most of the times, 'cause I know him from way before the birth of this name or anything like that. Because McA is my cousin. He's my cousin. But here, for God's sake, here I'll keep to call him McA. I have no idea why they call him this way, by the way, he doesn't want to tell me. I feel very bad about that, because it's like he doesn't care a fuck about me, but ok. You know, I'm the little younger cousin, why shall he share his secrets with me? Why?

I can handle that.

But ok, let's keep explaining the big thing to you.

You still remember that this post is to talk about Satan, right?

(In these months once I happened to explain what I can eat as "soft vegan" saying that I eat "satan" instead of "seitan", by the way. That was a mistake, by the way, or rather a Freudian lapsus, or whatever you like to call it. What a coincidence, you know?)

However, Satan, right? Satan. And now I'm talking about my cousin.

So I shall say: Satan, my cousin, and the Rock'n'roll.

My cousin, McA, this guy, this guy is the very guy who introduced me to Rock'n'roll when I was a kid, and by doing that he determined my whole life. It determined most of the people I fell for and all my crazy life choices and so on, you know? Rock'n'roll. I still think it's a great thing, maybe some of you think otherwise, I don't know, but for me it is a big thing. It's Rock'n'roll, you know?

However, my cousin, Satan, and the Rock'n'roll, my post 666 here and on "his" forum of Cremonapalloza, all coming together and then, and then you know, and then you know I had to check out my suspect for good. I had to.

So I did and I started this research that I'm struggling to explain since the beginning of this post, my god.

 If you think that Indiana Jones' adventures were something, well, make up your mind again, please, his adventures were nothing compared to what I went through personally in these months –– to check out the truth.

I traveled in Ecuador, Argentina, Uruguay and Brazil, and now I'm heading Hungary, just to discover this.

Only to discover this.

I didn't know how, but I followed my instinct.

Till that moment

that very moment

in which I finally saw it

I found the proof:

My cousin McA is Satan.

My cousin McA as Satan.

☆

Ok, folks, Eta is back on her blog.

Thanks for reading till here and thanks for reading itself, since the hype for long-blogging is a bit old-fashioned, I guess.

I'll be posting again with my regular non regularity but much more frequently than these last four months. I have a freakin' huge spicy lot to share!

Anyway, really: it's almost seven years that I run and love this blog and that's for real my post number 666: w-o-a-h. And my cousin McA is for real the dude who introduced me to rock'n'roll, which changed my life for real, and he's surely my main reader –– maybe mostly 'cause he has some psychological disorders that command him to do certain things with a maniac approach, still I know that there's some lovely-inaffectivity sweetly mixed with some truly-diabetic-esteem too, therefore I appreciate his constancy, for real.
I could make justice to my love for him only making something genuinely stupid. 'Cause, you know, he was also the one who introduced me to The Ministry of Silly Walks –– which, for real, changed my life making me weirdly walk every time I can, wherever I am. Not a little thing either.

(That's all, McA, I hope that the Stupidity Level of the post was worthy the wait, since you fittingly noticed that, if I was postponing some more time, the concept itself of Satan+666 could get outdated…)

Just a regular John

Random sketch.

A regular John is always good for a random sketch.

Charming expression and specific source from: a Jul's photograph.

I adore how one of the most orange people I know has these default dramatic features.

(If morphopsychology turns you on too, well, do not miss iioo project and all the research its creator Andrea Riboni is now carrying. John himself is also very curious to see how he'd look into a iioo portrait. Can't wait!)


PS. The quote was unconscious, I realize it now, afterwards. I don't tell it. I'll send a kiss-thought (eh, i miei vechi bacipensieri…) for who will get it first. I know I can count on at least two of my readers. Go! Guess it!


PPS. I'm getting closer to the magic day when I'll publish my post number 666. This post is kinda special too, it is the number 666, on one hand, but only considering the drafts too. I'll do something for the number 666 between the published ones.
Just to make sure you know that when I'll burn away, even my dust will feel like Rock.
(And also because this kind of things excites my cousin McA.)

★ CREMONAPALLOZA ★ ROCK ★ FEST ★ 2014 ★

…And here's the poster with the winner panther, based on a tattoo of the singer writer Cara, who'll perform at this edition of the Rock Fest. Concept and graphic design are by McA, as usual for our collaborations.

So glad once again to draw for him.

 

 Cremonapalloza Alternative Fansite

★ CREMONAPALLOZA ★
★ ROCK ★ FEST ★ 2014 ★

✘
DECIMA
EDIZIONE

▓▓▓ Cara ▓▓▓
★★★★★★★
▓▓▓ Alley ▓▓▓

SABATO 27 DICEMBRE 2014
ore 22:00 • LUOGOCOMUNE
Centro Sociale Culturale Arci
Via Speciano, 4 • Cremona
ingresso con tessera Arci 2014

These two panthers didn't make it

The one who made it will be in my next post, with the flyer for the 10th Cremonapalloza Rock Fest.

These following two have been some of my sketches.

All was based on another drawing I had to use as reference. The first drawing is closer, while the second is more influenced by an actual photograph of a panther, which I needed to use anyway to better understand the panther's face before elaborating it.

I can't wait to see the final poster, with the graphic designed by McA, as in our traditional collaboration for the Rock Fest. It will arrive probably tomorrow!

CREMONAPALLOZA ROCK FEST 2013 - THE STRAIN + MY DINOSAUR LIFE /// (Plus the pink, the gender identity and how I'll die from an heart attack of satisfaction)

•••intro muy dedicata a Kremona•••

L'anno scorso la festona del 25/XII al Dordoni mi ha quasi ammazzata (anche se ne valse la pena >>> art_art_art). Ieri a inizio serata ero quasi spaventata che si ripetesse il rischio di perdere la vita. Ora che sono sopravvissuta di nuovo e con molta gioia (quest'anno senza sangue, a parte quello che ho visto nei miei sogni, poi), posso serenamente annunciare la mia presenza, sabato sera, all'evento dell'ultima locandina con cui mi sono divertita. Chi lo deve sapere lo sa già e magari non passa di qua sul mio blog (brutti orrendi figuri, ve ne state quasi tutti rinchiusi sul sito bianco e blu, eh), però lo ribadisco: sabato sera è un'opportunità per insultarmi dal vivo di nuovo prima che riparta per i Paesi Bassi fino à la prochaine foix (ma, devo dire, oramai la sensazione di rimbalzare indifferentemente tra più luoghi si fa familiare). Ah, e, a tal proposito, sabato pomeriggio invece mi faccio iioografare anche io, e ne approfitto per fare pubblicità al progetto: BAM!: iioo project! Dateci un occhio, se già non sapete, e se vi piglia bene contattate il caro Enda (e preparatevi a prendervi malissimo se avete problemi con l'asimmetria).

Dicevo.

SABATO 28 DICEMBRE - ore 22:00

LUOGOCOMUNE

Centro Sociale Culturale Arci

Via Speciano, 4 - Cremona

ingresso con tessera Arci 2013

dalle 16:00

F.I.C.A. 2013

Fubalino International Cremonapalloza Award

Cremonapalloza Rock Fest

The Strain

My Dinosaur Life!

+ 100% rock'n'roll dj set

Once again the flyer for the annual rock festival organised by Cremonapalloza

is a collaboration which makes me addicted: my cousin McA and I.

Ogni anno siamo più incasinati tutti e due,

ma non sono/siamo molto capaci di rinunciare alla tradizione.

After all, I think the posters we made for the Cremonapalloza Rock Fest

have always been among my most enjoyed drawing, probably because with McA and this festival I always tune myself on "fun", I don't think too much about something else and I mostly just follow instructions that I like (which this time were "folk-pin-up-not-vulgar-like-the-past-year, blouse-with-checks-braces-boots-PaulMcCartney's-bass-guitar-thanks").

The 2010 edition with Il Teatro Degli Orrori is probably still one of my best poster ever, for exemplae, indeed, one of those drawing which made me fear I couldn't anymore go beyond myself…

(After three years, by the way, my answer to this useless but still interesting doubt is:

perhaps that illustration was the top of that wave, of that style I had so much back in the time,

now I'm just elsewhere with my colours and I play in another championship. And that's just how life is: it changes in a way you simply couldn't predict, so you better only predict there is always a change.

And I'm going to try to tell here below one of my change…)

The little creative process behind this illustration has definitely been a lot of fun.

An evening I played a bit with the elements McA told me.

And the day later I started to draw in the afternoon. Ok, I know it's very weird to read, but to me drawing in the afternoon has been really a moving experience. I was used to draw, to work, to live in the night, in the darkness, for years, and in the last months I was totally in the other way around, waking up around 5 pm and going to sleep around 9 am. Not kidding. For some reasons, that was my way. Perhaps I'll have again this type of rhythm, easily because, if I can, I just want to welcome the inspiration in its random beginning, whenever it is, and sometimes it arrives in very absurd moments, but it's now about one month I'm finally became a "normal day person". I love the sunshine (and still the moon as well, though, of course). And the sunshine is fuckin' important to actually understand the colours you're painting with, that's something any visual artist know very well.

The illustration I made that afternoon has been the first one with the daylight after ages.

I honestly think a video of me during that afternoon would be hilarious, for each colour I was picking up and dropping on the sheet I was having extreme emotional different reactions. Simply because of the colours themselves, much before to consider any quality or critique to my work, I mean.

You can't see that in the flyer, but above the knees, where there is that light blue green, I was actually scratching the sheet, basically "sculpting".

When I decided to don't fill the external side of the skirt but to only turn in yellow* the "emptiness" under it, well, I was almost crying.

I wish I could share at least a minimum part of all these extreme feelings I have, fuck.

Often I have experience like this (well, everyday) and then maybe I meet someone who says is bored.

I can understand the struggle from some very big troubles, of course, but how people can be bored?

Anyway, my bigger surprise arrived when I realised I used so much actual  p i n k .

I still remember when, years ago, I was telling a friend about how I would need to sincerely physically puke each time I see the colour pink, especially if it's on a ribbon or anything girly.

I mean, what's going on? Am I becoming really SO "girly"?

It's already a couple of years or so I feel I'm not anymore a hoyden as I always felt very much, but such a use of the colour pink is about to be disrespectful of anything I was, or so, holy hell!

(Furthermore, this drawing was with/for my cousin, like I said, and when we were little he was changing the TV channel every time there was a too-girly-advertisement, poor man, what a terrible girly drawing was I sending him?!)

The only use I could tolerate of the pink was the one clearly far from any gender implication, as in my growth has often be recalled by Pink Floyd. Wait, I know that "Pink" stays for Pink Anderson, of course. But I also think they probably noticed "Pink" still sounds vaguely "pink", don't you think? Anyway, I'm referring more about the actual visual use of the colour, a part of their name. If you browse their pictures from the 60s, so still the ones from the very psychedelic time with Syd Barrett, you'll bump into an endless flow of pink silk and velvet. And that's not anymore "girly", that's far way from our stupid modern/old gender question, that's the kingdom of psychedelia, where anything can turn in anything else and it's only up to you phantasy, which I wish you is not too caged by those issues.

Also, later on, all the animated parts of The Wall by Gerald Scarfe have a bunch of pink, but it never sounds as something "girly". Rather, to me is a creepy reminder of the mere flesh so suffering in that movie.

I'm sorry for such a focus only on Pink Floyd, but they really got a role into my growth, I can now consider myself disconnected by them, somehow, but not if I have to tell my past.

Anyway, this time is not really the first one I use the pink, of course.

I confess I notice only now again that right my banner has a lot of pink. Also, my memory immediately goes to this .gif I made. Probably I'm forgetting something else, but anyway I think, in its totality, never looked so girly.

So, what's the point?

Maybe it's the desire to still study and contemplate symbols and histories behind the colours, on one hand, and on the other to remember that they are free from any human iconology. A sort of double awareness which never ends.

I think I'll stop my rambling with a couple of articles better explained which, of course, I found right after this illustration. Qui c'è in italiano, here in English: pink wasn't always girly.

(Ah, yes, now I remember: this was the point: why pink is girly, so, after all?

And men could were skirts more often, by the way.)

Ma ok, questo disegno è comunque troppo da femminuccia, scusa, cugggino!

* If you want more delirious about colours, another was just about the yellow, a few weeks ago, here.

[[[ Special Anniversary! ]]] Jente Seria /// Your Daily Vision

The 9th of October 2013:

 • nine years ago I kissed my first boyfriend (hey, that's a holy memory I share, respect!),

 • forty-three years ago a lady who helped me a lot was born (happy birthday, Polly Jane)

and

 • already FIVE YEARS ago this my sweet friend, my blog Eta dorme sui pesci volanti, started its run.

Thank you my little blog…

and thank you everybody who likes it :)

(I specially thank who asked me to keep it when I was gonna delete it, during some old crisis… (Ciao Do, ciao Jul, ciao Calzi'! E va be', ciao pure alla nanerottola, ciao Rib. Ciao Chockie. Ciao Testadiclaudio, ho scritto il pos pensando di annuire tutto il tempo, vinco qualcosa? Ciao Antonio, come va? Scusa se non ti ho chiamato quando sono scesa, comunque è stato bello beccarti per caso in Piazza XXIV Maggio; so che non leggi mai il mio blog perché sei un pezzo di merda, però è bello insultarti alle tue spalle, magari un giorno leggerai. Sì, ciao Chockie, ciao. Ciao. Stai buono, vai di là. Ah, non sei qua? Ah già, io sono a Utrecht, tu sei a Cremona. Probabilmente ora starai andando sotto al letto e lasciando un sacco di peli ovunque. Cane scemo. Ciao anche a Sonica, che ogni tanto passa di qua. Ciao anche alla panettiera vicino casa mia qui a Utrecht, anche se non aveva accettato il ruolo che speravo facesse per il mio video per Heidi (hi, Heidi!). Ciao Masha, пока! Ciao anche al mio primo fidanzatino delle elementari che quando entrava in classe, la mattina, prima di lezione, prendeva sempre la rincorsa e andava a dare una testata al muro – e credo di averlo amato soprattutto per questo. E ciao Fede, che anche il tuo blog ha fatto gli anni di recente! Ciao Chockie, ciao, sì, ciao, vai di là.)

Ok, the romantic break between me, this blog, the flying fish and anyone there behind the monitor (historical readers (ciao Abi) or just a random visitors) now is finished: time for celebrate everything with a very very nice, stupid, weird, idiot, ugly, awkward and holy traditional stuff:

our new air album!!!

If you don't know what I'm talking about, shame on you, brother.

Of course I mean the great spectacular project JENTE SERIA, which you can browse by its tag on my blog: we went through hip hop, heavy metal, dream pop, psych folk, disco punk, Italian indie rock, dark wave and an unknown bootleg…

Cheers, this is our third year of activity (after our longest break, finally our fans will be happy again, get ready to the huge hype I can already feel around, our last album sex 'n' confusion has been released more then one year ago, the 5th of October, but now your waiting is over, folks!).

And cheers again, ladies and gentlmen, this is our tenth album!!!

Now that hopefully you're updated about the best air music collection on the planet, please enjoy our new air cover, Your Daily Vision, our unique and unexpected saucerful of psy trance:

Long live to Jente Seria!
Long live to my sweet psychedelic blog!
Long live to Mr. Chockie!
Long live to the silliness!!


PS: Fully respecting the Jente Seria tradition, which started as outlet during our Academic exams and loved to waste this way our time instead of studying, also now, actually, I'm really overloaded of things to do: and here we go, that's Jente Seria's spirit. There is nothing I can do. Love it.

Venerdì. Cremona. Ore 19. Psichedelia. Rock.

Buonanotte a tutti.

1) Venerdì mio cugggino McA invecchia;

2) Venerdì si festeggia l'inaugurazione della sede di Cremonapalloza;

3) Venerdì mio cugggino McA invecchia;

4) Venerdì ci saranno esposte anche tre opere pescate dalla mia psichedelia dell'alba del nuovo anno;

5) Venerdì mio cugggino McA invecchia;

6) Venerdì ci sono pure io in capelli e naso;

7) Venerdì mio cugggino McA invecchia;

8) Venerdì il dj set è di mio cugggino McA!

Buongiorno a tutti!

Un gonzo report solo per McA

Regola numero uno del dover passare una notte a zonzo da sola:
non dare l’idea di essere una che deve passare una notte a zonzo da sola.

Regola numero due:
infilarsi gli occhialini narrativi e, tornata a casa, scrivere un gonzo report per McA.

Poi capita che a McA piaccia un bel po' e mi proponga di condividerlo di più; se volete leggere anche voi dove sono finita lunedì notte, dopo aver dato un bacino di saluto a Dorotea, andate su Cremonapalloza.

Rock'n'roll! Cremonapalloza! Narrazione! Esclamitività! Maletismo!

A pair of cool musical gigs (with my lines between too)

In the next days, in Cremona there are a pair of concerts with the flyer made by McA, that asked me an illustration to both of them.

The first one was drawn one year ago (it's a long story…) and it's a portrait of Bob Corn, the singerwriter that will play at Arci the 17th of February e, dato che magari il mio blog lo legge anche gente che è nei paraggi: andatelo a vedere, figlioli, specie te, Sonica, che ci metti un attimo e ti piacerà assai.

I have to say that I really like the graphic design of the flyer, but I'm not satisfied at all of my portrait. Too bad…

The second concert is a Cremonapalloza Supports night, the 30th of March at C.S.A. Dordoni, with Jonathan Grass, Koen and Vulcano; my illustration was made some years ago (indeed you could recognize it, maybe) and instead I fuckin' love this simply drawing, so I'm glad that it can take a new life.

Ah, just to defend myself from the reasonable critique of laziness: McA in himself asked me to find something ready, last minute, I'm not shameless starting to recycle my artworks. Emhhh… but talking about old works, actually, going through my folders for that purpose, I stumbled in a sketch of one year ago that I never had published and it's a weird double self-portait that tells a lot about the changement of my last seasons. It was mainly from me to me, without taking care about the general usability of the sketch; indeed, almost nobody can understand that I was the girl to the left but the other one too, in my version 12 years old. It's about the crisis that brought me far from my responsability on ethic questions: a kind of curious story, because, instead, when I was younger I was really involved in these topics.

But now I feel so lighter if I look to this drawing and back to those months, because I feel this gorgeous sensation that every piece of me is now in harmony in one complete creature, with hopes again, even  more then before.

Enjoy (music, people and multiverse)

And thanks again, McA, I always love collaborate with y♥u!

Cremonapalloza Rock Fest 2012! (Aka: My Date with Immorality)

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very honoured to publish the new poster for the 8th Cremonapalloza Rock Fest, the last event to celebrate the 10th anniversary of Cremonapalloza!

If you want to check out the bands, voilà: Smokey Fingers and Eddy'S.

When I tell about it also out of Italy, the reaction is always positively surprised because, in way or another, Cremonapalloza teachs that a little place as my hometown is boring just if you set your brain on "boredom" and don't try to create. Insted, they do and they rock. Since 2002!

This is the 4th edition with a poster made by him and me. He thinks the concept and then he creates his graphic design on my illustration.

His request was again a triumph of fun for me, 'cause he wanted a southern-rock pin-up with those classic accessories, very p    o, he said! (I'm not gonna write that obvious word or my mail box will become a spam-party…, but it's right that obvious word!)

Anyway… maybe… after some sketches and my own final version… the result was even toooo much extreme… So the official version is pretty different. But for who has not good sense like me, there's still the option to spy the old steps here on my blog.

Nel 1989 si sono scordati di distribuire la cognizione.

McA (svariati anni fa, quando eravamo già cugini)

LinFante a lume di candela: TRA POCO!

LinFante, tra pochissimo, all'Arci.

Neanche a ciò io potrò partecipare e mi dispiace da matti, ma voi, se potete, andate, perché sarà un'occasione davvero singolare e d'atmosfera: lume di candela (aderendo a M'illumino di meno), acustico e senz'amplificazione. Forse il meglio, per godersi il nostro amato cantautor.
Il quale, per inciso, è molto meglio del ritratto che m'è uscito questa volta. E suona una chitarra vera, non quella specie di cosa che gli ho imbracciato io! Fortunatamente, c'è la grafica di McA a rendere stiloso il volantino! ;)

Casa.

Foto provenienti da quella sera in cui, curiosamente, molte altre famiglie nel mondo sono solite riunirsi per la cena. Quella sera lì sul finire di dicembre, no? Non l'ultimo giorno, ma poco prima. In qualche modo molto particolare, devo dire che a quella cena lì ci tengo un sacco anche io. Non alla sera in sé, ma alla cena nella mia casa, nella casa dove sono cresciuta, con quelle persone in particolare, insomma...

 ~•~

Per gli aficionados del white funny furry coso che c'è sul pavimento dell'ultima foto, ecco un siparietto comico casalingo che si ripresenta regolarmente più volte al dì, ossia...

Chockie in: LA POSTAZIONE DEL FORSE-PAPPA!

E poi un regalino, così, perché lo sento tanto affine alla mia stupida concezione del tempo.

L'ultimo malloppo disegnato e altri furti rock

Anche al concerto di ieri sera mi sono ritrovata con le mani a cercare il carnet nella borsa per mettermi a disegnare, nonostante fossi parecchie file indietro, ci fosse quasi buio e sia stata interrotta da degli strani incontri straniti dal trovare una ragazza che disegna durante un concerto...

Comunque, ecco qui il malloppo rubato al volo, ossia gli Zen Circus, ossia (in ordine di apparizione): Appino e Qqru, sotto Ufo e ancora Qqru e infine di nuovo Ufo. Tutti e tre oltremodo magri e iper caratteristici, per la gioia della mia matita.

Avrei ritratto volentieri anche il nostro bel LinFante, ma quel disgraziato mi ha rifilato l'handycam e non potevo manco canticchiare i suoi brani a bassa voce. In compenso (e mi pare un buon compromesso), potete vedervelo che suona Non Mi Piace Niente.

Però ne approfitto per pubblicare due ritratti che gli ho fatto il 23 dicembre in Piazza Roma a Cremona, benché non sia pienamente soddisfatta.

E ne approfitto pure per i ritratti di Andrea e Muke, bassista e batterista dei Sydrojé (in cui LinFante canta), dal live del 17 dicembre, all'Arci di Cremona.

A questo punto chiudo il cerchio ripescando l'ultima serata in cui ero al Fillmore, ovvero il Cremonapalloza Rock Fest 2011 di cui pubblicai un reportage disegnato semi completo, quasi due mesi fa: Chiara Fiammeni fece anche lei un reportage, ma fotografico, e lo potete vedere tutto qui, bellissimo. Io mostro la prova che è vero che disegno dal vero! :D

Alla mia destra c'è mio cugino McA, che, appunto, chiude il cerchio: dj quella sera e dj ieri. Rock'n'roll quella sera e rock'n'roll ieri. E poi ha messo 20th Century Boy dei T.Rex!!!

Ev'rybody says it's just like rock'n'roll

My shit rocks

La locandina ufficiale è quella del Fillmore, questo è il nostro capriccio last minute per avere un poster personalizzato per ogni data di LinFante, che questa volta apre agli Zen Circus insieme a Philip and the Marmalade. Prima, dopo e in mezzo, rock'n'roll dj set di McA. E se c'è scritto "rock'n'roll", è perché è rock'n'roll. Come quello della manina del mio creaturetto.


Uno speciale ringraziamento qualunque alla nana che mi chiama "cacchina" ed è mezza colpevole del soggetto di questo disegno:
Eta: - Non so cosa disegnare.
Rib: - Disegna una cacca.

Live music I ✎ you.

Dunque signori, ci sono due cosine da me scarabocchiate per il vostro nuovo calendario 2012.

Il tutto in complicità con McA, grafico e ideatore dei vari soggetti.

Venerdì 20 gennaio ci sarà una tappa del tour Illusioni di Gionata Mirai, che avevo già avuto il piacere di ritrarre per la locandina del Cremonapalloza Rock Fest 2010, in cui suonò col Teatro degli Orrori. 

Beccatevi un video di un suo live per Milano Acoustics (una vera goduria per trarre ispirazione per un ritratto, noi non chiediamo altro che un musicista che traduca in espressioni ciò che suona!).
E beccatevi anche un bozzetto preparatorio...

La seconda serata è cronologicamente la prima, al C.S.A. Kavarna (sempre a Cremona): Epifania Grind Sludge Metal Punx!

La parte mia (il disegno) è stata questione di rovesciare inchiostro a caso su un foglio a caso, ha fatto tutto McA.

Mi piacerebbe condividere con voi l'imperante idiozia con cui McA mi ha chiesto di fargli il disegno.

Rispetto alle premesse, anzi, sono stata decisamente sobria, praticamente offensiva, se tenete conto che io e mio cugino sappiamo che un giorno apriremo le Onoranze Funebri Cugini La Morte. (Lo faremo, vero, Carmine?! Ci conto. Tra 60 anni, eh, giusto il tempo di essere i primi clienti... Nel frattempo sbrigo due cose in giro per il mondo e poi torno da te...).

Chiudo le danze con uno scarabocchio bonus di una fine nottata disegnativa.

Non c'entra nulla, se non che è sicuramente only rock'n'roll...

Buona nottata di trapasso tra una data e l'altra (se non mi scappano altri post).

Io forse disegnerò anche domani notte, in compagnia di qualche altra inquieta testa creativa...

Take your skull. And enjoy live music.

A volte sapere le cose all'ultimo momento non è male, perché ti ritrovi a dare vita a cose che altrimenti sarebbero rimaste nel limbo degli sketch: quindi ecco che questo scarabocchio ora è tutto colorato e in tiro, con grafica di McA, per invitarvi questo sabato all'Arci di Cremona (qui l'evento Facebook) a sentire gli Ants Army Project di Piacenza e i nostri amati Sydrojé, che finalmente tornano dopo un anno (l'ultima volta fu al Fillmore, insieme ai Beautiful, ossia il progetto dei Marlene Kuntz con Howie B).

A proposito dei Sydrojé (e di LinFante), di tanto in tanto non fa male segnalare l'esistenza del videoclip che realizzammo io, Eugenio Villani, David C. Fragale e Federico Fronterrè, con Carlotta Racchetti (e Audrey 3...): Una pianta carnivora mi ha detto che non mi ami più. (Fare un video per un brano su cui hai pianto un'infinità di volte è una cosa impagabile...)

CREMONAPALLOZA ROCK FEST 2011 /// reportage disegnato

Ieri sera, al Fillmore di Cortemaggiore, ci ho dato dentro davvero di ritratti live! Anzi, mi spiace non essere riuscita a ritrarre ogni componente di ogni gruppo... Mi sono persa Vincio, chitarrista degli Hijackers On The Hip, e poi Ciso, batterista dei Jonathan Grass: sto tentando di diventare veloce come una macchina fotografica (ossia come un'animatrice intercalatrice seriale, hehehe), ma non sono ancora così svelta...

La serata era l'edizione del 2011 del Cremonapalloza Rock Fest, infatti il dj set, di McA, partiva ripercorrendo i vari gruppi di tutti gli anni del Rock Fest (siamo al settimo!):

Il primo gruppo sono stati gli Hijackers On The Hip (che al Fillmore suonarono anche nel 2008 insieme ai Sydrojé e che avevo quindi "posterizzato" con un quetzalcoatlus un filo lisergico - ero in pieno periodo dinosauri!)

In ordine: Fabio (la chioma, lo giuro, era fottutamente identica!), Bob, ancora Bob e poi Dario.

Per secondi i Jonathan Grass, che ho finalmente visto dal vivo!

In ordine: Elmo, Ranca e Jami.

Infine, i Bud Spencer Blues Explosion!

Il primo è Cesare Petulicchio, di cui avrei voluto fare molti ma molti più primi piani! Ma quando sono rotolata dall'altra parte dei piedi del palco, dove stava Adriano Viterbini, ho perso la cognizione del tempo e sono impazzita a cercare di intrappolare le sue pose e facce strepitose, esattamente quel tipo di musicista incontenibile che cambia espressione a ogni nota. Per me, come disegnatrice, era una sfida troppo allettante!

Assolutamente da vedere dal vivo, i BSBE fanno respirare goduria musicale primitiva impellente.

 

 

Yeah.

Viva Cremonapalloza, viva i concerti.

E buona Memphis ai BSBE, 'ché più ROCK di così si muore.

(Un attimo dopo che Adriano dei BSBE mi ha parlato del loro imminente tour statunitensei, McA, dalla sua postazione dj, ha fatto partire Johnny Cash e più tardi pure Elvis - il mio cervello era soddisfatto.)