Sardina
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fuck on the tradition in this country. English festivities are an experience, seeing is believing. There are people who do not care if you do not fix the street, but as they become parties of the people, the mayor or the mayor lynched. This year I'm back in several celebrations of the people, but I will not sent by the newspaper, but because it is the winner.
The last was in Arraya de Oca, a town of Burgos under the Provincial has 53 inhabitants, or in winter should be about ten or twelve lucky. The Friday night rock concert and had, attenti, that I was playing with a group that I have around here. So, I want to make the enlarged, but the Norse were in the lineup of parties. For those who do not know, I sit in the place of the drummer.
Well, the thing is that we start two hours late, because the guitar player's guitar was broken and started to just fix it when we had to be out for the people, which is about 20 minutes from Burgos. Also, we arrived without the singer, because the guy has a bar in another town and there was no way to the customers go home and close the premises. So when we headed for the venue, the singer was still gathering glasses and putting your best face customers see when piran once.
we do in the village are as real rock stars, that is, with sardine sandwiches for dinner. I embedded a piece of bread and grilled sardines in hand, but as horn was not able to get the thorns, I ended up having dinner at a bag of potato chips taste like chicken with thyme. And it is for me the funny: there really are bags of chips like a chicken with thyme.
We had a list of 10 or 12 songs, but between whistle and flute did not get to try more than 5. In reality, nor do we tested much, but we assumed that everyone would be in fart went wrong and whether anyone would realize. I thought, if it goes well, we'll do the important, if it goes wrong, blame the sound. But it went well and we even had the drunk who always drink and starts dancing like crazy glued to the stage. The audience, about 40 thugs, we asked another. But we had no other. I from the stage a bit I made a funny and asked what song they wanted to hear again, but) I do not understand the accent, b) did not seem funny or c) was a demanding and wanted new songs because no one answered. Ma yes, we improvise a topic and retired from the honey of applause, knowing clearly the maxim that should always leave on time and with the laurels before the one you kicked out.
Then I found out when we were called on stage to do other songs that we had submitted to the people as "the Popeye." The singer could not think of another name when asked. We went straight to the bar.
Less orange, the other three complete "the Popeye." A band with a lot of spinach.