Our Rockstar in Europe/dave delacroix/here comes Johnny Love Muscle!/part 15: "CLAUDIA-PROPAGANDA"

Our Dude in Europe/dave-LORD BORGO/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle!/part 15:  "CLAUDIA-PROPAGANDA!"
(dedicato: to lead girl singer in, 80's German band, Propaganda)

Claudia-Propaganda? .. Still got this "thing" about her. Intense, blonde, wirey, big eyes: punctuated!

"Never look back!" -Dr Mabeus? And the THIRD time? "Don't be a fool!"/Joseph Beuys backdrop... Who counts Time? The Berlin wall? It got OLD. It fell down; something the Baader-Meinhof Gang couldn't puncture.... And the "comfort zone", your after fame retreat? Where are you now, Claudia?
Never look back. Nino Rota is dead.

Still. Did your EAGLE fly? Did - and, yes, you DID fly like the Sun! -your "sense of attack" to THIS day, makes me want to die...or cry in smiles.

Claudia-Propaganda? Still got that ZING "intense"? Disinterested air, aquiline nose, big eyes and nasal voice, punctuated, ever to enchant?

TIME sticks - Fellini movie - in a curious mosaic. Our (musical) legacy, alas, is in the hands of strangers, students or dilletants... So are our loves; our TRUE lives; but perhaps, not the line of our Dreams?...

c 2012/dave delacroix/dec. Piacenza/italy...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle!/Part 14: "Arrivederci, Mr Scrooge!"

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix/Lord Borgo/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle!/part 14:  "Arrivederci, Mr Scrooge!"


I'd like - in advance - to NOT thank all my USA fans for NOT SENDING any advance-Yuletide gifts, presents, Red Cross parcels, etc.
My own gifts (to all 3,000 of them, especially those blondes down in Santa Barbara, California) which I've wrapped, addressed, duct taped, are awaiting Signori Giovanni Posto (the Mail guy who dresses like Napoleon). Xmas, for HIM is a stressful time. When an Italian Mailman "goes Postal!", watch out! He either reaches for his ceremonial Sabre/dress-thing/not sharp/but can wave it about OR - be doubly alert! - starts loading his Musket/Blunderbuss gun (takes a few minutes...) and can clear an entire Post Office with a single discharge!

Re. my Xmas parcel gifts to my USA fans? I repeat They are wrapped, addressed, duct taped, awaiting only the cost of the postage/stamps (pesky detail) and in view of my anticipation of actually NOT being reciprocated in my yuletide magnimanity, it's quite possible that I can give Signori Giovanni Posto a break, hold off to Spring (Primiaveri) or open them (the prezzies) myself on Xmas day and GUSH:
"Gee? Wonder what THIS is?"
"A PLECTRUM!" Wow."
"An old wristwatch/Doesn't work! Wow!"
"A battered paperback/Agatha Christie/"Why didn't they ask EVANS?" -Wow!"
Wow-wow-wow! - "A vintage DAVE DELACROIX - OUR TOUR 89 tee shirt!?" -Frickin' wow! I used to have one just like that!!!? -Amazing. Zanks, Santa Claws...?

MACKEREL (the Fish), incidentally, usually comes in a €2.00 tin can... For all "I" know, that's how Mackerel are born. The sea bed, apparently, is littered with them. Fishermen (dudes in rubbers) come by and "trawl" the suckers up in a heavy net, bypass the Cannery factory and park them on the Supermarket shelves.
I'm reliably informed by the ghost of MARK TWAIN -who resides on  a barstool at the Cafe Vespa/Piacenza , that it is indeed a lucrative business...  And if there are NO flies actually IN the Can with the blessed Mackerel? Don't eat it. (the Mackerel) It's not fresh. (According to Mark Twain)
Back to MACKEREL (the fish) I got 'me one. A CAN, that is... Been saving it since July. And if it hasn't quite turned into a bacterial-science project, THAT Baby's on my Xmas day luncheon plate along with the spuds and greens; served, quite naturally, with Chateau BOX vino Rose (dubious vintage) and a side saucer of COLMANS super-hot English mustard powder which, again, MARK TWAIN-Cafe Vespa barstool sage-dude - informs me you're supposed to mix with a little water (?) ...

My  "Budette" (female for Buddy) Carole - from the USA - left me a huge bag of it when she whisked by last October. It's pretty "narly". I've been doing "lines" of the stuff on my coffee table every 45 minutes ever since! My nasal cavities, needless to say, are history.

"Apres" Xmas lunch? Whilst oggling the unsent gift/parcels? If Mimi & Mimi DO NOT swing by for a "menage de trois" dessert, then there's always the T.V. (limited channel reception) which seems to be monopolized by T.V. airwave Pirates from Eastern Europe (the Dark Side)... Serbia. Albania (known to own at least 3 TV sets), Bulgaria and the BIG ONE: Italo-Rumania.
Outside of the Rumanian political news -which I can't make head nor tale of ...as I don't speak the lingo (bunch of beauracrats in suits/ditto world goverment/it's time for a fashion revolution/"tie-dies & bell bottoms/beads"?), air-time is  largely dedicated to "Soft-porn" always shot in the SAME horrendous block of flats, interspersed with lengthy Rumanian Folk songs/pop videos featuring Rumainian "Rock stars" who ALL play the Accordion/wear Gypsy costumes and do the "Eternal 2-step" on someone's back lawn... By the time the "show" shifts from soft porn to music videos, then reverts BACK to soft porn? Trust me. You're all fagged out.

Where was I? Oh yes. More to say. But I gotta go! From ME, Mark Twain and Tiny Tim? -Merry Christmas, EVERYONE!...:)


c 2012/davedelacroix/lord borgo/our man in europe/fuggedaboutit!....hugs!...:)

Our dude in Enrope/dave delacroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle!/part 13: LOW-RIDER.

Our Nephew in Europe (always asking for money)/ Here comes Johnny Love Muscle/DAVE de la Croix/part 13:  LOW-RIDER:

Low-rider? Don't ya spin your Hot-Rod wheels!
Tires on asphalt/Tarmac, got that Road-house feel?
Punch those gears till tomorrow. Tell Mary-Kay, someday, it's how you feel?

Come on down to Bakersfield, come on down-San Fernando Valley. Come on down to Denver town!
No fog.
No Warren Zevon soundtracks.
...Mary-Kay's kiss?
That's ALL you're ever gonna miss: Low-rider.

                        Low-rider? Keep your eye on that Highway line. Right now? -It's "arrow" straight. Someday, it'll SNAKE
.
...One hand on the wheel, one arm around Mary-Kay. She "boosts" the car radio, YOU crank up the Chrome.

(I'm NOT your Pappa: Ya gonna do alright.)


c 2012/dave delacroix/outta Modesto/Sacremento/Lodi/and then some...

Our Man in Europe/Dave-Dave/Here comes Johnny love Muscle/part 12: PRIDE.

Our dude in Europe/delacroix esq./here come your money-maker!/part 12: PRIDE:


Between her legs, perhaps, you never ventured? Her profile, once glimpsed, photographed your OWN mind; at the market, at the Airport, in a bar, late at night: Still, distilled, she favors your aging smile?
Who WAS she? Where did she go? Did she marry some SLO-MO? And YOU? -horrified!?

Where did HE go, she asks? HE, the MAN!? ...At the market. At the Airport. At the bar, late at night? "I would have given him EVERYTHING. I would have worn my best dress/my University diplomas! I would have suffered, I would have DIED for him!!!
I see him still. WHO was he? Where did he go? What road did he take...to that place where we BOTH could not go?


c 2012/dave delacroix/someone lend me eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Euroes
by wednesday/food parcels ARE an option...:)

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle/part 11: Twilight of the Gods

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle: part 11: TWILGHT OF THE GODS.

Two clocks/watches, both keeping time, two minutes apart, faithfully tick-tock.

Things to do?

1)   Groceries:

Muslim sausage
Latte
Pane
Potate
Frickin' eggs!
Spinnache
Basmatti rice
Fagioli.

2)  

Go to "Corso Vittorio Emmanuele 11"  (street) and "strum" guitar for 15 minutes.

3)

Go to Internet cafe and post "A'la recherche du temps perdu."  (No.56)

4)

Buy Whisky/beer/smokes.

5)

Go home (via Campagna, 89, Piacenza)/string guitar/load GLOCK 9mm handgun.

6)

Ignore door-bell ringing.


c 2012/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/italia....:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix esq./Here comes Johnny Love Muscle!/part 10: "I LOVE LUCY!"

Our Man doobie-doo/dave delacroix/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle!/part 10:  "I LOVE LUCY!"


She says, "I love you." But I have my doubts... Her small nose is errect (Cocaine habit?) and draws her upper lip to a facial question. Michelangelo? -that leads to dark eyes; Carravagio? -which - collectively? - smoulders a'la Raphael?

It's hard to deal (always!) to DEAL with a Madonna. Maybe it's the thought of the on-comming bambino? -which is to say, the Adoration of the Magi, the Adoration of the Shepherds, the cows, goats, lambs, and ALL those frickers who got a Backstage Pass!?...which is to say? (Post Ephiphany?) Just WHERE do "I" fit in...in the frickin' renaisance painting? STAGE LEFT?

Meantime, in life's throng, I meet Lucy from Rio/Cuba/West of Madrid? She's a "belladonna", too. Pragmatic, got GLOCK 9mm. semi-automatic common-sense. When she turns her head, her Medici-brunette locks Whiplash!

Where do I go?

It's a NO-brainer.


c 2012/davedelacroix/lord borgo/rockstar/piacenza/italia

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!...:)