All thats left for me to do is have a leisurely wander around Florence for the last time. I want to pick up a few gifts from the markets and send my inevitable postcards.
I had listened to bloodsugarsexmagik the other night, and I decided that today I should crack out One Hot Minute:
It's actually been ages since I listened to this album. It's great when you forget about an album you love so much and get to come back to it. This is by far my favourite Red Hot Chili Peppers album. BloodSugarSexMagik is an undeniable classic, but One Hot Minute has so much edge to it. It's pretty brave to start a followup to such a commercial success as BloodSugarSexMagik with a song like warped, but I think it's a great entrance for Dave Navarro.
Along with several other bands, I worship Jane's Addiction. They are a band which defy definition. About all you can say is that they are Jane's Addiction through and through and that they have excellent musicianship. They are a band that no matter how hard I try, I can't turn people onto them. People either know them already, or they hate them immediately. I think Dave Navarro's work in Jane's is some of the most under rated of all time, he skirts over so many styles, that it keeps their music fresh to this day.
Anyway - as I wander aimlessly round the winding sidestreets, I have the spring in my step of the Chilies funk, coupled with the dark moody rock of Navarro, churning away in the background. I really love how this brings out the rock demons in Chad and flea:
At one point I even come across a Scottish Market:
This is just bizarre. I have various people trying to sell me Scottish things for extortionate prices. It turns out that it's Scottish week. I'm quite impressed that they even went as far as to make sure it was pissing down to give you that real Glasgow feel.
Eventually, I float into Tearjerker. The Chilies aren't known for emotion and beauty, but this song has it all. The chorus just tears at your heart strings. I assume it's about Hillel Slovak being left on the floor - if it's not then don't tell me, oir it won't jerk tears.
I love how the person backstage in a dress turns out to have a beard. The Ambiguity in the Chili peppers is often lost on people, but it's here in droves on this album - probably because of Navarro - black dresses and fishnets:
Before long, it's time to head back to the hotel and pick up my bags before going for my plane at the airport.
Florence airport is tiny, and theres nothing to do, so I find a socket, plug in and update a few blog pages. Once, we finally get into the air, there's some beautiful views of the alps:
Once I get back to Amsterdam in the evening, it's a few phone calls to decide what my choices are for Saturday's evening entertainment. Eventually, I head off to a Bulgarian birthday party. I stay for a little while, catching up with old friends, but my travelling has taken it out of me and before long, I'm making my apologies and heading off to bed.....
My own bed....
Good Night.
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