"Alea Jacta Est"
…The stacks of cd’s scattered on the ground defy in a grandstand way the opulence of the pyramids of Egypt…right through the thick and contagious tobacco smoke, I can see the boxes…opened…piled up in no particular order…signs of chosen worlds and environments …symbols used one and many more times over the course of a strange night…
Ok…and this one? Just listen to this one!
This sudden sentence rendered at a volume audible in the respectable town of Barreiro awakens me from my peaceful and dormant architectural contemplation…
Which one?
I then return to the wonderful “game” that “Strings” and I have dedicate ourselves in an enthusiast form…relentlessly…without an announced end…
Ah Ah …Hey “7”! Let’s see if you catch this one!
The noise of the cd player opening causes, at the lack of a better explanation, a Pavlov’s reflex in me since I can mechanically see myself opening, if my memory serves me correctly, the 3rd bottle of James Martins. I follow “Strings” and his theatrical mastery in the art of playing a cd as I pour what we both agreed should be at this stage the appropriate amount of alcohol per glass to finish the task we set ourselves.
The initials chords are echoed, operating as the soundtrack of the facial expression that took over “Strings”. Like a warrior who leaves behind an enemy conquered and yielded, “Strings” sits at the table…grab his glass…and with a gesture worthy of the final estoque’s plunging, empties it…as he then starts to behold me…in total silence…
It doesn’t make sense dude!...Guys like us can’t keep on fooling around!...Guys like us, with our creativity and know-how…well…the only explanation that comes into my mind is that we’re just major jerks!
Look…I only have one thing to say about that…I totally agree! I mean…except for the major jerks part of course!
Can’t you see…haven’t you ever thought of what these people would be capable of!
Dude…”Strings”…it’s surely no secret to you what I do think about that by now…this is not the 1st time I strike up this conversation with you…besides…if you really want to know…I already have a singer for us…
…in total silence…it was in total silence that we stayed right after this dialog 3 hours earlier…if such can be called dialog, regarding the form and the number of times in which these same phrases had been the swan song of countless conversations between me and “String”…and the final result would be just the same as before each time we both divagated about the possibility of forming a band…apart from a “small” and “simple” factor that to date had never entered the equation…we had a singer…
The dining table in which we were seated suddenly took on the form of a coffee table recast in a hidden corner…the lights faded…the noises of cups and cutlery tinkling were replaced by a distant and deaf rumble…as 2 ancient Rome’s conspirators absorbed in the darkness of a secret and diabolical plan we lowered our voices…
Singer?...but…who?
Man…”Strings”…when I’ll tell you his name…as for myself I have no doubt about it…it’s the perfect guy…but…to convince him will not be an easy task I assure you..
But who?...C’mon…tell me!
“Il Dottori”
