Jds

I ran into this guy one summer evening,
me and the «wonder boy», politely speaking about music, you know…
He walked with his girlfriend.
«Look, she’s a very good singer» — my pard said.
«It's the guy I’m looking at, blockhead»
— I replied.
«Him? He likes your music. I know that.
He loves that fuckin' Winters and Summers. He really loves that tune.»
Well, it comes out he’s sort of a dj, you know, a cool guy, not a goon.
«That guy could be the perfect singer of A Minor Place.»
«Ah — the boy laughed — he doesn’t sing,
and you’re the perfect singer of A Minor Place!»
No way son. I’m too old and fuckin' boring and ill.
I’m definitely out of place, believe me.
Well, I got a problem…:
I don’t recognize people, I don’t fucking remember their faces,
and even that guy’s face disappeared from my memory.
I probably met him somewhere, you know, we live in a very small city,
hanging out at the same places, you know…
A ghost. That guy became the archetype of a singer.
When the boy finally introduced him to me, it was after our gig I think…
He looked different from that time.
It was so awkward, you know, I didn’t know what to say…:
«Do you want to be the singer of A Minor Place?»
«No»
Jacopo Di Sante fucked me off.