Sunday 14th Nov – Rome, Italy
We got to Rome pretty early having done most the drive the previous night. Trud’s old friend James who was living in Rome with his girlfriend Alessia was there to greet us. They’d brought us wine!
(L-R): Louis Walsh, Trud/Ben, Trud/Ben, James, Alessia
He said since living there though he’d found no sniff of a Metal scene in the area, so I didn’t know what to expect tonight. Cathedral were also in town and we wondered why the shows hadn’t been combined, but apparently the different musical styles would pull totally different crowds in Italy with little crossover appeal.
We set off for a look around Rome before the show. Italy’s my favourite country in Europe to visit, if it weren’t for the police bastards I’d happily move there, but it’s never been my favourite country to play. But anyway, we went for a long walk and saw the coliseum and the statue of Mussolini and a load of other sites, then we went to a traditional family run restaurant.
The seafood linguine was fuckin lovely, I only wish Italian venues provided food of this quality instead of totally overcooked pasta with tinned tomatos and soggy chips. Had another look around the place, and saw the famous fountain where if you throw a coin in, supposedly you’ll return to it one day. Trud took this to mean that if he threw one in and didn't go back, he could do whatever he wanted forever with zero comeuppance and couldn't die, but we couldn't get close enough for him to try because it was surrounded by superstitious types throwing coins in, possibly for the same reason. We had this lame photo taken of us instead though.
Anyway, the gig was another odd one. There was a local band opening and things started to run late. There were also technical issues which meant we went on even later, and the stage was made out of sections that moved apart due to the rumble from our instruments which saw me doing the splits and looking down into a gaping hole a few times. We had a good bunch of people at the barrier though and it was a decent show. Trud decided to go with his friends to the Cathedral show, but I was so totally exhausted I gave it a miss and just headed to wherever it was we stayed. It was around this point that I noticed the pebble that had been on the step at the back of the van since leaving Tim’s house had either fallen off or been stolen by some negative vibe merchant. I was gutted, it had been with us so long and I’d hoped we’d be able to take it back home again for a memento.