The Jackalope who taught me we can play

(Jul Jackalope on Games.)

Another huge acid satisfaction in my bucket ::: (you shouldn't cut your hair, man)

I'll explain what you have to do.

Earn the first row, possibly in front of Makoto Kawabata's amplifier, close your stupid eyes, untie your hair (please, feel entirely each of your hair, coming down from the root to your chicks), bow to the music, head bang horizontally, listen to the caress of the trip through your own hair and get hypnotised by Acid Mothers Temple & The Melting Paraiso U.F.O.

…When you'll slowly wake up from such a trip, you won't believe the only thing you made was to stand in front of a stage.

Know first who eventually will see you will think you're having the longest orgasm ever – get ready to the consequences. Well, or don't. Who mind, perhaps you're having the longest orgasm ever!

Anyway, although I was enjoying the concert in trance, my stupid eyes wanted their slice once again…

Hiroshi Higashi

Makoto Kawabata

Tabata Mitsuru

again Hiroshi Higashi

Koji Shimura

I usually don't post this type of photographic memories, but for this special night I do like to make exception to show I joined Koji's real job: taking a picture with a lady every concert.

Koji Shimura with me

And this exception must call its related exception, the fun after the other great psych concert I enjoyed this year, also in the same locale, the dB'S; in April I saw Cinema Soloriens and, yeah, they're actually strongly connected with Acid Mothers Temple because Daevid Allen, who was playing in Cinema Soloriens too, is synonym of Gong – and Gong had a great good time with Acid Mothers Temple, which obviously gloriously turned into Acid Mothers Gong.

So, here these other exceptions, thanks to Luc Pilmeyer, who photographed this unexpected dance during the middle of the dinner we had together after the concert, in a Greek restaurant. 

me and Daevid Allen
photograph by Luc Pilmeyer

Daevid Allen and me
photograph by Pilmeyer Luc

By the way, I'm very serious saying you shouldn't cut your hair.

Guess why during the Vietnam War special forces recruited Native Americans and, lately, decided to let them keep their long hair. Just guess it.

Drops

While I write this post, a modest natural disaster is letting Utrecht experience some troubles: in twelve hours it rained more then in an average October (the most raining month) and I'm been told every basement of the town is getting flooded.

I live in a basement.

I'm enjoying this trouble, also since it is not a serious drama, because I love to see how with a trouble people help each other and organise themselves. It reminds me what my hitchhiking trip shown me this August: persons love to help, specially who doesn't have too much to give is often who enjoys more to give, anyway. "Homo homini lupus" is not a truth, although the humankind has been able to way too far. I don't think that attitude belongs intrinsically to our nature.

Anyway, yes, it's still true we're showing we're able to go "too far"; indeed this not common rain really let us worry about the climate change (which is not really an unknown news I'm gonna send you from The Netherlands, I know, but right now it's just on my skin).

Also, somehow I like to fully live all this moment here, sweating to dry my basement (hey, wait, I don't sweat at all, it's too cold…) and meanwhile thinking that at the same time, somewhere else, in my hometown in Italy, my old friends are there – and I can picture them! I love this. I love to close my eyes and shortly be exactly where who I love is.

So tonight I like to post here some photographs from my ten days in Cremona, the past September. Drops of magic friendships.

me by Erica Lanzoni while I was floating in her shelter

With Lidia

With Axl and Sonica

• their depth first •

• and their sweet shyness afterwards •

myself again by Erica Lanzoni

With Andrea

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(And yes, by the way, although this trouble I still like the rain. And The Netherlands, of course. And since I see most of the people living here don't understand how I can (or just consciously disagree), I thought it was nice to share my reasons, time by time, with an hash tag. Try on twitter #WhyILoveTheNetherlands and feel free to adopt it – I'm just at the beginning. NB Doesn't mean I don't like Italy or any other place. But I prefer the Dutch weather. Yes, I do.)

A Dark Morning At Home ☉ Dilation

[[[ 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.