For whom it may be concern, this was the Drinkin’ in La’s intro. The year was 1997 and the artist Bran van 3000: I rediscovered this piece wandering through mp3 files on Chiara’s pc. It has been several years I didn’t listen to that song: when I was a little boy, I was simply astonished by that electrical sound. I fell in love with Bran Van 3000 and ask to my mp3 pusher, who was a classical musical enthusiastic, to download it. I didn’t have large bandwidth at that time, only a 56k modem, so let’s figure out.
Well, this happened in summer-fall 1997: I soon forgot bran van 3000 and Drinking in la, until the day before yesterday. This is for me a special amarcord moment: I’ve been (re)discovering much music of my late childhood. Anyway, for your information, Bran van 3000 was a canadian collective, active between XX and XXi centuries. Its discography is pretty short: only two lp, Glee, which was my childhood one, and Discosis, which I’ve downloaded (see if you can buy, then) yesterday. As an italian reviewer pointed out, Discosis is very different from Glee: less experimental, more feating and melodically. Discosis was out in 2001: Bv3000’s official website is idle since 2004 and no more informations are available about them.
That’s a pity, since Di Salvio’s creature rocks: I’d like to bring it back to the dancefloors…
Getting out from the swimming pool, I checked out the clock: I made a 45 minutes swim train and I began to think about this exact portion of our time. I realized that it fits well for almost everything: 45 minutes to be well shaved by your barber, 45 minutes to taste your favourite alcoholic drink: a strong Negroni or an expensive glass of italian wine.
Fourteen-five minutes lasts an optimum fuck: double the time with preliminaries. Fourteen-five minutes to enjoy a good and sober lunch: fourteen-five minutes to prepare it, bakering pizza and adding your favourites recipes or cook spaghetti with tomato sauce. Fourteen-five minutes should take a universitary lesson: more is boring and you lost your concentration.
45 minutes to write a nice post or good poetry: 45 minutes to read a short novel or to watch a serial-tv show.
45 minutes to know a new person and talk with him/her: never exaggerate with unknown people. 45 minutes to create your own master work, 45 minutes to listen to your favourite singer. Fourteen-five minutes to code something revolutionary.
45 minutes to get an hot shower or a bath with foam cream: 45 minutes with your idol, before realizing that he/she is just an other piece of crap. 45 minutes to get drunk or stoned.
45 minutes, remaing in silence. 45 minutes, complaining your whole life. 45 minutes, thanking God or something else you’re alive and doing well. 45 minutes to tell the others what’s wrong and what’s right.
Less than 45 minutes to write and read all those things.