Our man in Europe/dave delacroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle!/Part 9: CREMONA-MEMENTO

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle/Part 9:  CREMONA-MEMENTO


"To ANACREON in Heaven? We raise our glass to thee!"
(Old 1800's English-Naval drinking song)

Back to the subject of a DENTAL PLAN? I stilll hve some concerns. Yesterday? I bought TWO  round trip tickets from PIACENZA to CREMONA. One for ME, and an extra one...just incase my Alhzeimers kicked in... or if I had to catch the the train twice.

When you use an Italian railway station, incidentally, you're supposed to "punch" them (the tickets) in some yellow-slot-thingy: no-one told me/way too much for my brain.

So, I travelled to Cremona/ rode for free (...this Alhzeimers thing is starting to work out!), a tourist town where, according to local sources-people I met, was where Stonehenge was originally "in situ" (someone moved it!), 3 Giza Pyramids stood (someone moved them, too, or they eroded!), Romeo and Juliet "made out", (THEY moved on their own volition to Verona), the Borgias killed everybody, where the FORD motor Co. AND BOEING were founded, Tesla invented the "laptop"/ ALL Moon landings were launched from a nearby hillock, and the BEATLES cut their musical teeth in a Cremona cafe doing: "O sole mio".
It's a proud town.

Cremona's Basillica, built 1190, is,  of course, "to die for!" It houses the HOLY THORN (no jokes, purleeze!). However? For a.m. Vodka-Martinis/"My name is Bond; DAVE Bond: Double OH! -Bond; "licenced to chill" -BOND? -It won't get you 10 yards/meters past the Piazza del Commune (city square).... You're just another bloody tourist!... An a.m.  Bloody Mary?... Bring BLOOD.
 It's Florence on a shoe-string.

Luckily, I ran into Francis, Mario, RALPH! (whatever!), a "Luthier"; (makes Violins) -the Violin industry IS  a Cremona trademark: Stradavarias/Amati, etc. (NOT Armani!) The City - in THIS respect - has a long, proud and true tradtion and hosts over ninety independent Violin workshops.
You FIDDLE? -you BUY in Cremona. Fuckers with batons, dressed in tuxedoes are everywhere!

Stuck - in Cremona - for lunch? Try OSTERIA ARIANNA, 2 blocks N.E. of the Basillica; "via Ugolani dati" (street name) You'll be fine.

 Just DON'T mention my name....:)

c 2012/davedelacroix/piacenza/italy/Natale arrivee!...:)

Our Man in Europe/ Dave Delacroix/ Here comes Johnny Love Muscle/ Part 8: Salami or Death/GO WEST YOUNG GAL!!!

Our Man in Europe/davedelacxroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle: Part 8: SALAMI or DEATH./GO WEST YOUNG GAL!!!


Salami, or death, my Sweet, on the "Aventine (hill)", Roma?... Do you Soprano and spread your wings?... We garner sadness thru' lack of Faith; your challenge, reaches, not below, the joy you sing?

But the Joy you sing? It's eternal, gal!  I knew you when you were some snot nosed kid. I knew you as a "Deb". I've KNOWN you thru ALL your Wars! And, now, till this Day? -I know you when you're - in the eyes of your OWN Tiger? - , impatience, gone West!

"GO WEST, Young Man!"

Nobody EVER said:  "GO WEST YOUNG GAL????"

...........I FRICKIN' DO!!!!!!!

(Meanwhile?)

 Doll!? Don't accuse ME of being a Phoneix? OR an Arsonist!!!...I've been busted and broke seven times over! -My last Zippo lighter? -I saw in 2009.

I get the Prize., my love, for you, is All.

It's possible - as "time passes by" - some clown'll dig us up. Archaelogists are, alas, a necessary virus. The Ignorant need to be aware of their Yesterdays.. Whatever!. Some clown will discover us. You, me, our pals? (Did we eat Cheesburgers, etc.?) -they excavate our marble statues?.. Our columns of faith? Our Thorsten Veblens' concept of conspicuous consumption!?... Lord knows? Every one who owned a pair of Levis is guilty of that!?
Maybe, back in the 1940s, Mussolini's mass excavations - in Roma/vecchio terra, missed you and me?
Good news? Our statuesque arms are intact and we STILL get to decide if we hide our passion with a robe?...
Perhaps, like the Greeks, faithfull statues of our passion; shipwrecked? Our image? we sank in a shallow sea?  Our limbs? Marble statues? Resting on Poseidan's deck? DEAD, yet still crazed with Living, beckoning, lustful JADE eyes; 2000 year later, discovered by a diver, and so it goes?


c 2012/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/italia -near France or Morrocco/do we wake or sleep?....:)

 

Our Man in Europe: Dave delacroix: Here comes Johnny Love Muscle: Part 7: "...This side of BERLIN."

Love Muscle thingy: Part 7: "...This side of Berlin."


Girl? I just burnt my finger on a Gauloisse cigarette. My nails smell like coffee.
I have NO place - as usual - to go: HOT SAUCE! -don't ya know it!?
And HELLO!? - now? Who amongst God's Angels - if I cried out? -  would
hear me in Heaven.com.?

...I can do more-less, though, less-more, than I can do.

Girl? German? Blonde, cropped, tee-shirt, shorts, legs "in infanatum", smart Car, but mostly, bycycle? Passion? But where do we go from here?
On a Bycycle?

The Autobahn?...

This side of Berlin: HOT SAUCE!  If you marry me, where will we go? Where do we belong?
And that Bycycle thing?

CHECKPOINT CHARLIE?

She's got a job (whatever), she's got a DOG (What's YOUR function?) "WOOF!-WOOF!"
...Never trust a woman on a bycyle; leastways, not on the Autobahn.
 The WALL  (the Berlin one) came down. I used to throw ROCKS across it! I sprayed-painted my Name and a dozen infamities/graffitti boog-a-loo!
Maybe HER name showed up, too, by way of Freudian slip?

How do we deal with LOVE, now, today?
 -Same as Yesterday, my Sweet....
I just burnt my hand on a smouldering Gualloise. My nails samell like coffee. And I have NO place - as you know - to go; don't you know?

Nothing's changed; for the meek & mighty, the smart & dumb, the blessed and disturbed, the Free & Gone; and those satiated; those who STILL go hungry: - on THIS side of Berlin.

c 2012/davedelacroix/Piaqcenza/italia/I need £20, yesterday in legal currency.

Our "polite" Man in Europe/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle/part 6: "Marie-Claude a' Paris"

Our Man (polite man) in Europe/here comes Johnny Love Muscle/-I dont win the NOBEL PRIZE/Part 666:

"Marie-Claude, a' Paris..."

"I'm a Doctor. I don't get sick!"
she says, brushing back her long, auburn hair, and directly straightening her "medicalli" business skirt.
YOWSA!
Naturally (she's a Doc.) I want to tell her my aches and pains; she? -how difficult IT IS to learn Flamenco guitar....?
We are equally at a loss/thank GOD for Vin Rouge & Calvados.

Children? Yes. On both sides, plus? -we both smoke like chimneys.

Brassai/Miguel Cianca? -those photo Maestros, one day, will arrive to shoot-the-"Shoot!"
-a'la black-white-silhoutte photos, outside of 'Cafe Rendezvous des Amis', Montmartre...
 A hundred years later, some kid/student will see the pixs (we end up on picture postcards), gets inspired and writes a frickin' Poem...!?

...Me?... (present tense) I'll be quite dead....
 Marie-Claude? She'll stick her tongue out, to the student, to Brassai & Miguel.
 "Bah"  (or "Merde!") she'll say:
 "I'm a Doctor!... Unlike Davide?... I DON'T get sick!"...:)

c 2012/davedelacroix/Piacenza/italia/This is THE END of this book-blog/arrividerci ragazzi!!!!...:)

Fuck off and DIE YOUNG in Erope: Here comes Johnny Love Muscle: Part 5: "BLACK-JACK-USA"

Our DUDE in Europe/here comes Johnny Love Muscle/ BLACK-JACK: USA

Funniest thing? White boy Cop (under 35) will RUN your ass to jail  "in a new jawk minute" for being stoned, drunk, and, especially BACK-CHAT!?
Some kind'a "Boot-camp training thing?"

BLACK (Afro-American) COP, for the most? He's gone down with LIVE & LET DIE; on a riot scene? -he BEATS a Drum/sez: : Let the Guy jive. Let the guy let off some steam!"
(It's Night & Day; USA)
-in Greenwood Ville., North Caraolina
In Denver, West side, in NYC, too.!
Seattle!? You keep going?.

I've seen a BLACK-JACK surrounded by FIFTY neghborhood folks, all excited, some drunk, some wailing! ...And I've seen it calm down. Cause what's COMMIN' down? BLACK-JACK knows (Grew up with the stuff!), KNOWS what's going down...

Salate. Salute- Salute.


c 2012/Imperal Hihness, Lord Borgo/piacenza/italia....

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle/Part 3: "City of Nets"

Our Man in Europe: Here comes Johnny Love Muscle: Part 3:  "City of Nets".


Catch Witch? -CAN-CAN! Can do? -in a City of Nets; music, ensues? -delivered by GNATS: great teeth, bitch? The rest of YOU is a wreck.

Hoping to crack areobics-work-out/Johnny Love Muscle/ who you married? -don't turn to fat...?

(Good day for a hanging...?)

Red sky at nite? -shepherds delight.
Tomorrow? We go Topless. We drink too much!!!
Smash the glass, mio Caro? -that holds us back.?

Go to Byzantium. Go to to Hollywood.
(Spelt with an "H".)
I'll Keep smoking. Keep smoking.

Do we sleep or wake? (whilst SCREAMING?)
Do we wake or sleep?

Catch Witch? CAN-CAN!, can-do?
In a City of Nets
That do not catch our fall?


c 2012/davedelacroix/lord borgo/Piacenza-Italy/HOTEL DAVE...and then some...

Our Man in Europe/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle/Chapter 2: "3 SONG Night.

Our Man in Europe/dave the dave/LORD BORGO esq./Here comes Johnny Love Muscle: Chapt. 2:  "3 SONG NITE."

...Chapter 2: "3 SONG nite".

1) SHERMAN OAKS

Now? When I was a boy, happy amongst the boulevards, content in mirth; Tacos, Burritoes, Salsa/weekly clean-under-shorts, Los Angeles Soul, by the river, the Canal, did I know where to go?

Now? When I went to Griffith Park, Juanitta saw stars! (School trip) We dream't of Ventura, Malibu; some prick said: "I saw Nick Nolte on Melrose!"  We beat him to shit!

When I fell in love with Tonya - in a place called Woodland Hills -  I changed my name to Sherman (Oaks) and polished my Surfboard.

Now?... When some "homie-daddy-O" sez, "Dave? U got wheels?" -I respond (sans handgun): "Relax, Amigo":- alas? -and NOT till then, nor fife & drum!

Now? (Ahah!) When I was a boy, happy amonsgt the boulevards, content in mirth; Tacos, Burritoes, Salsa/weekly clean under shorts-Los Angeles Soul:
by the river, the Canal, did I know
where to go?


2) ARMAND DE ST. JEAN (apres un chancon et EDIFF PIAFF)

Predictaby? The Gypsy lady steals your Soul. Your lost wallet is a foregone conclusion.

You look like a fool with your head buried in her skirts!? That she OWNS your mind!? -is "ditto". There's no helping you.

(Moment. I'm trying to roll a cigarrette)


3)  "NO FUNNY!"

I have Noooo funny in me. Middle of the nite. I eat RAW BREAD. U painted your "pasties" orange-lipstick-bulls-eye/left pink nipple & more raw.
My toes? They go: Claw-claw-claw...in ecstacy
whilst minds soar.

I have Noooo funny in me this Friday/Saturday morning. (If it's good? Don't define it!) The cariacature of our lives, evil sculptured, church steeple-"ad infinitum", sins our eternity (U think?) Consequences are an after-thought; and "GRAZIE DIO!" -we fornicate.

I have Nooooo funny in me, now that Love is won, or love is lost. A Roncevale/Alamo (my friends passed on) at such a cost; who counts? (No-one; certainly, in Las Vegas).

U leave the room. The blinds are drawn. How do U think? How do U stink? -here, on Desolation Row?



c 2012. davedelacroix/lord borgo/Nov./On a lighter note? Miss FIFI from Albani came by and rearranged my furniture....:)

Our Man in Europe: DAVE DELACROIX: "Here comes Johnny Love Muscle!" -chapter 1...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle, No. I:   "Where Angels fear to tread..."


SHE: I'm very dissapointed.
HE: So am I.
SHE: Can you improve?
HE: Can you?
SHE: You left Los Angeles...?
HE: Malibu.
SHE: Same thing.
HE: You look like shit!
HE: YUP!
SHE: Do you need money?
HE: Actually? Not at the moment.
SHE: WHAAA!!!?
HE: ...Government thing. Euro-Patrons, etc.
SHE: Buy me lunch?...
HE: No problemo. ... You gotta credit card handy?


c 2012/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/LORD BORGO/just bought an electric fire/€35....