If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea,
There will still be you and me.
(Thank you - Robert Plant-Jimmy Page, 1969)
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June 26, 1970, the port of Dover
Chicco Piero and down to the ferry. If Hell is a place where it rains, probably similar to the port of Dover.
raining you can not see where to put your feet.
- But here is always so '? - Asks Piero.
- I told you that in London there was a time of shit!
- You want to be worse than Amsterdam?
- Then you'll see ...
Chicco jumping between people and flies in a rickety shed, followed by Pierre and a hundred other people.
- Another minute and we would be drowned! - Piero says, looking disconsolately his shirt multicolored soup.
- If you continue this lousy weather, you know what a drag! Chicco
nods his head out of the shed, where shadows of people appear and disappear under the water, like ghosts.
- We have come to see some shows. What then of the Zep, I do not want to lose, whatever the cost!
While saying so, 'Piero tries to squeeze the hem of his trousers dripping, with the result of transforming the elephant's foot in some something undefined.
- Yeah And where they do it?
While the two Italian guys arguing about what to do, female vocal, not far away, humming a familiar song.
"Ramble on ..., and nows the time ... the time is now to sing my song ..."
- Here's someone who can help us. Or at least, has the same problem! - Chicco ago
The two friends are close to the group. English does not seem, indeed have a very familiar accent.
Napoletano!
Chicco part in the fourth and beat him on the shoulder of the first girl group, a brunette with long hair.
- sorry, you know where they play the Zep?
- Great! also you Italians, thank goodness we do not understand anything with st'inglese! - She does.
- The Zep should play in Bath and we are going! Stay with us? - Is another girl group.
- Catherine Pleasure! - Does the brunette, extending his hand.
- Pleasure Piero, and this' Chicco, pay no attention to his whiskers caught fire with the barrel of tonight!
laughter of all the girls. Chicco adjusts his mustache and made a grimace of annoyance to Piero, with an even more comical.
- information I usually ask, - said Catherine Piero - 'cause I'm the one who understands more English, my friends start laughing like an idiot when I hear say "to spic inglisc so so ", but just heard the voice of an Italian, I could not join the group, if all goes wrong we have fun like crazy!
- Then, if they are unpleasant, we can always sow them in the crowd! - Catherine thought.
As you unravel the crowd, Piero and Caterina have already told half-life by competing to see who goes to memory the words of Heartbreaker. Meanwhile, to impress on the environment blond Catherine Bean imitates Jimmy Page.
Or at least that's what he thinks of doing. The imitation is so 'silly that no one group got a guitarist who could be so ridiculous.
- There he is! There he is!
The group turns back. Chicco is stopped, hands on his head. Before him, on a ruined wall, a poster least three meters high, with Robert Plant bare-chested, wide-open mouth and the microphone boom brandished a machine gun.
Below, an inscription.
"The Bath Festival - June 27-28, 1970"
- But where is this place? - Chicco ago, rationalizing what he saw.
- I know - is Catherine, their hair - it's near Bristol, the festival they do every year. Last year we went to my brother.
- How to get there?
- A few hours in the car, it does not take much.
A day and a half later, the five Italian guys are walking in a wilderness camp on the outskirts of Bath. Here are a multitude of people, who is playing, who sings, who kisses her.
- Thank goodness it took only a few hours. Hitch parts and you know when you do not know when you arrive! - Commented Chicco, with a little 'of breath. Even
Piero and Caterina walk, but a step behind the others. Every time you touch my hand.
- You know you have a great voice? - Catherine tells ear.
- But you, you are ... you ...
- I'm what? - Catherine ago, putting her hands on her hips, waiting ominously response.
- You're a special girl. Deep. And pretty. Catherine melts
gradually his expression into a smile.
- Yeah Oh well. Jamme.
Our stop on a hill, kidnapped by the spectacle. In front of their heads in a horizon of movement and sound. Far away, a tiny little stage.
On the right side of the hill, a guy with a beard and a hat on his head is taking pictures with a Polaroid camera in that scene.
There is also the place to buy tickets. A curtain board, with a sign "Tickets". There
row. Without a doubt. At a rough guess, at least five hundred people. A snake bent and folded up to a dozen times.
- Yes, but we came here to do? We mica c'abbiamo money! - Admits Chicco candidly.
- How can we not have the money! - Catherine the ashes at a glance.
- Do not worry, I'll - Piero ago, pointing to himself with his thumb. Chicco
and Piero accomplice exchanged glances, smiling, posing as a veteran of a thousand concerts.
- Follow me! - Piero runs away, taking with him the whole gang. Go around the fence to behind the stage. At that point there's just no one, beyond the protection, a couple of guys are unloading the instruments.
- And now what? - Catherine
question - We call on those two - Bean says. He puts his hands around his mouth and yells,
- HEY! JOHN! JOHN!
One of the two boys approached the fence and turns to Chicco, softly.
- Hi, whats the matter?
- Hi, sorry for the tickets ... ... ... money
The boy looks at the gang in a strange question. Then quietly
- EU 'Guaglio not Allucci. Wait 'nu little, we vuje pienza je.
Catherine hunting for her hand in my mouth not to scream with joy. The boy
anticipated demand.
- Song 'and Portici. Avet 'aspects, vel' Ritt adj.
After half an hour, magically, the five boys, after being released from beneath the stage, were mixed with the first file.
Just in time. Lights out on the field of Bath. The deafening ovation
hundred and fifty thousand people took part.
a minute. A blond man, illuminated by a spot, out of the darkness of the stage with a microphone and greets the audience screaming.
- ROOOOBERT! - Catherine yells back, begging the sky so that it turns blond angel on his side.
The wait is over. Bonzo twirls the baton and start hammering. Jimmy Gibson starts to whirl.
's attack Immigrant Song explodes on the esplanade in front of the stage, turning it into a ditch. The waves of people downloading the file first, where the five Italian guys scream out loud. Catherine
approaches Chicco, yelling in my ear.
- But you, how did you know?
- What? - Chicco ago.
- that behind the stage there was an Italian?
- Who knew? And who are the magician Zurli '?
- But ... Vaffa - Catherine gives him a shove, laughing.
- Mark Rosica You know how when we tell this? - Chicco ago, pointing with his finger Bonzo during the solo.
- Marco? That breaks out! - Piero does not stop jumping.
Half an hour of sweat and music and joy and adrenaline.
Towards the end, in an eerie silence, Jimmy starts off the distortion and an arpeggio. The audience began to sing and move their hands in time. Thank
you.
Piero and Caterina cross their eyes, accomplices.
"My love is strong, with you there is no wrong, Together We Shall
go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look ... see. "
- How staiiii? "Cried Catherine.
- Never been megliooo "said Pierre, smiling.
- I understand. I understand that you have never been better. But let me sleep? - Catherine, annoyed, it gives a jolt to Piero, awakened from his wonderful dream.
- But ... sorry love ... - Piero makes an effort to keep your eyes open - I was dreaming ... of Bath.
- The Bath? and dreams? Tell us! The
look of the girl in love with Robert Plant lights up the room per day.
are three in the morning. But sleep is not talked about. Piero and Caterina took out the magic box of memories, one with all the pictures of when they put together.
Then, I pull one out. An old polaroid cameras, with the colors now faded and edges worn by time. The
look long, embraced.
* written with Catherine (away)
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