the lesson

So today I had my first lesson of bass guitar. I looked at my shadow by the streetlight and was happy. I should have done this many years ago, since it was clear from the beginning that bass guitar had this strange and strong influence in my life. So here I am, with this charming and scary thing on my shoulder, asking myself if it’s worthy. 
I wonder if i’ll be able to stop before getting too weird.

 

not sharing

I started my first blog in 2006, it's still there somewhere in the internet. I have always written, shared my thoughts and photos. But I discovered that there have been some particular moments, some particular shots, that I could not share.
I don't know why.
When I flew to Gent, in Belgium, to see The Darkness, I was so nervous and overwhelmed by the opportunity to meet them. And after the gig, when it came to check photos and videos, I just could not share the photo I took with Justin Hawkins. So silly. it's just a photo.
That was a very significant moment. I have always travelled for music. I have always found acceptable to take a car, or train or plane to go to a concert. The first time I did it I was only 15 years old. But then, as an adult, I kinda thought I'd better think to real stuff.
But love is real.
And in a moment when the daily routine was killing me, taking two days to follow a dream was my wonder drug. Justin Hawkins will never know it, but he probably saved my life.
 

Come and get me

Let's try this new adventure. This is not my mother tongue, I will probably not check everything I'm not sure. It will maybe be ridiculous. But I want to give way to this urge to write. 

Today the music school called to cancel tomorrow's lesson. I was waiting for it so eagerly. Fuck it. 

So I look at the sky sometimes and hope to see something. Someone to take me away. I'm not feeling that good these days.