Our Man in Europe, Belize: dave delacroix: "...After the GIG."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize: dave delacroix: "..AFTER the Gig."

(dedicato: Mark J. D'agostino)

After the GIG, the stink of metalic: microphones, mic-stands, cables, amplifiers, beer-soaked Song-lists, broken drum-sticks, Coffee-creamer-dust (pyro-technics), plastic beer cups-spilt, the detritus of CONCERT on a Stadium stage, BAR-hell, a rehearsal room; the lacklustre retreat from a potpourri of creative divinity and ALL the SCAMS of ROCK N ROLL leading to disintegration, self-abuse, incriminations, jealousies, betrayed allegiances, Love's abandonment, NEW romances or a stolen drum Kit, expensive Microphone, lighting-rigs or a cherished Gibson guitar?

After the GIG, THE WAG CLUB, Soho, London,  I ALONE went into Chinatown ordered Jasmine Tea & a Won-Ton Soup. Fired by the Band? The Lead DUDE, now, not so? A piece of my heart died that night. Little did I know, decades repetition, till I went SOLO. On my Songwriter's TWO FEET, I - in many other Countries - prevailed and performed/sang-fearlessly, "canzone e canzone" and made Delacroix's mark?

 Alas not ALL Poet's stories are so successfully bitter-sweet...after the Gig?

c.davedelacroix, ourmanin europe/belize/2023