who frequents this blog from the beginning, maybe you will remember a post where I told the first time I came into Milan Rai. Well, today was the second and, without it becoming a habit, than to share with each of my visit in Corso Sempione, I can not resist a quick guide to the time spent in the maze of mom Rai. The opportunity came unexpected and is to talk briefly about the relationship between the shoes of Dr. Martens and youth subcultures, and skinheads, mods, punks and so on. In short, my participation in three minutes of a program titled "Glam" - aired next Tuesday at midnight on the second channel - is painless me and the cable quickly and without too many times to redo. The real reason of this post, then, is used in the setting for my shots, or the warehouse where they kept all the vinyl - 33 and 45 laps - shipped to Rai over the years, at a guess in the fifties forward. For the first ten minutes I suffer from Stendhal Syndrome and I can not believe the number of discs around me, then I try to show work and to give heed to what the author of the program and cameramen try to tell me. Impossible, neck and head will turn naturally towards the walls of vinyl fingers and eyes and flowing ceaselessly looking for some gem. After discovering that the albums and singles are simply divided by record label (In no alphabetical order, so happen to find two boxes of Luciano Berio and near Califano Cocciante) - a method that dementia is coupled with that of a dear friend of mine that the system (to be) the 33 laps depending on the color of the rib - looking for solutions in the midst of that mess absurd to nock the case Chrisma complete discography and I find even a 12 "promotional" C-Rock "fuck me instantly, but the highlight comes when I see a sign I noted that the section of the discs Stiff Records, a label that I just talked to my radio program. In the grip of a controlled pull out in order to boost harvests "Stiff Live" and "Heroes & Cowards" and the records of Ian Dury, Wreckless Eric, Damned, Nick Lowe and "My aim is true" by Elvis Costello. On the cover, in ink, is underlined "Alison" as the song suggested. The reverse, however, for those who had doubts, you specify the type of music: rock vocal! A laugh alone, interrupted by the director, who explained to me the shots and, with absolute candor, he tells me: "Come on, we come back here again, so do not give a damn about this place to anyone, it is practically abandoned ... ".
