Il problema più grosso restava sempre quello della batteria. Era un po' che ci pensavamo, senza riuscire a trovare una soluzione accettabile. E senza batteria, lo sapevamo tutti, non si può fare un complesso. La soluzione arrivò un pomeriggio di giugno, e come spesso accade, arrivò per caso. Erano le cinque e noi stavamo seduti sullo scalone, un po' tristi e indecisi sul da farsi. C'erano varie ipotesi sul carpet from the most innocent, like a beautiful bell playing, but it was a small game, and then recently fallen far from grace, the more daring, like the classic shoot the lizard or the new sport that we had just discovered The steep descent of the garage bicycle without touching the brakes. A sport like men, it had already cost him four teeth to the poor Christine, who had wanted to try at all costs, and we do not recommend, and she insisted that you give, and then it was shit in half and slowed down with brakes front and naturally started kind catapult. When we took her home with a face full of blood the mother is unconscious and thus not know what to do with that whining Cristina on one side and his mother to land on the other, luckily I got a close.
Franco, who was the largest group, launched the proposal more attractive, the only one able at that time distracted by the idea of \u200b\u200bfixing the complex. He looked around cautiously with air to make sure no one but ourselves, we could hear, then whispered:
-blowjobs? He lit a lively discussion led by all but a very low voice, as true conspirators. Someone said "No, they are two months that we pull the blowjobs always on the same comic, I do not get up again!" Someone else said, "It 's because you are a fag you do not get up more, "and they started beating each other of holy right, but always in silence. As long as Franco said
-There 's nothing new. Look for a moment under my shirt, but not make you notice it. When you circle around Frank, a at a time we looked under his shirt, he rose and fell fast. Well, boys, none of us had never seen anything like it. On that comic was the biggest pussy we've ever admired, and the most incredible thing was that it was not drawings, but photographs. We were breathless, stunned, and filled with excitement. We were already getting up to go into our secret place when there was a twist. From the corner of the street appeared Mrs. Farulli returning home with the shopping. One of us threw a urlaccio:
-Shit! I found out how are we going to do our battery. He was almost in a trance staring at the can of Mrs. Dash that Farulli held. Then the cans were cylindrical, and actually a little 'fantasy could be treated as the drums. Since then, removed the initial block, the construction of the battery was greatly facilitated and expedited. We applied on top of two small drums tambourines two of those with whom you played with pallets full of rubber, and the dishes we all had help from Franco's father, who had a grocery store. We set aside three tin lids of those big boxes of tuna, which came only in stores, then just give him a hole in the middle, put them on top of a stick and the battery was made beautiful. We were ready to go on stage. So one afternoon, not without anxiety, we boarded the Montarozzo. The Montarozzo was actually a Montarozzo of land situated on the lawn in front of palaces, and we elected our ideal stage. Carefully prepared instruments: in addition to the battery, we had three guitars, or rather, me and Stephen had a toy guitar, and the Sculati Franco had a real electric guitar, complete with amplifier, but we had not taken the time Montarozzo you could not stick anywhere. Mauretto was on drums, and Angel, his younger brother, who did not play at all, was the presenter. Palaces did not come across hardly any sign of life, apart from a lady who was beating the carpets with the well-known and feared beater. A shudder ran through the our back, while Angelo, reading the paper that we prepared, shouted loudly:
-Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the honor of presenting a complex stream ... rivoluziara ... revolutionize Italian music! They are with us tonight, The New Rokes! A big round of applause of encouragement! The lady did not applaud, but stopped beating the rug and looked out the balcony, and this was an encouraging enough for us. We started the show. Since the beginning, our repertoire was somewhat limited, to be exact, we knew only do "We must saper perdere", ma su quella ci eravamo preparati benissimo. Eravamo mediamente piuttosto stonati, ma quando arrivava il famoso colpo di tacco sul ritornello, lo eseguivamo con perfetto sincronismo. Alla fine della canzone, la signora ci regalò un sorriso e un applauso, e noi le regalammo altre due volte "Bisogna saper perdere", fino a quando lei rientrò in casa.
Considerammo la nostra prima apparizione dal vivo un grosso successo, e da quel giorno per noi si aprì un periodo molto felice e intenso, diviso fra la carriera musicale e la scoperta del sesso, nascosto sotto la maglietta di Franco, tra le pagine di quel giornaletto che per alcuni mesi fu la nostra lettura preferita.
