Monday, September 20, 2010

Bowling Ball Hair Drier

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You are alone, hungry and in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Suddenly, no matter how far you see the light of a disco - to "those lights in the sky and the planes are skid sottointendono local and generally squalid where dj is still said to the barman and disc jockey can not even play with the bottles. You have no choice but fuck, if you want to survive and see what he looks tomorrow you have no choice.
These and other thoughts went through my head of any insect was found on September 4 in Novara.
legions of flies, mosquitoes and wasps giant whirling in darkness and boredom (the fact that insects are gasino so when they see a light bulb, I think it means that in the dark basically break my balls) until - no matter how far - someone decided to turn the spotlight tot name initials (or type TL57 CRUT15 - to allow engineers to talk jargon) and the power Fire inhuman, together with several other neon amenities and fittings.
That someone of course coincided with the rest of us, intent on shooting the video de Trees which projects would be video from dusk but then discover that in the twilight of Novara in September is less than a piece of the Ramones and you understand that you touch the darkness.
E 'truly a shame that the video can not be appreciated as it should be the time of the attack of insects. And not for
view of the situation in which the dear Saku (director and novice beekeeper) shot the video: what is lost is an important documentation of insects, or the possibility of a close encounter with the movie Giant Hornet Robbecchetto with Induno. The Giant Hornet
Robbecchetto Induno with what is around a prawn or a way out of a restaurant for those who do not usually but if you can afford to pay someone else usually orders something with just a crustacean dear lying on rice / noodle / grid.
At the end of his show corpicione proud to open up a sting from the cans, while the other side shining eyes bloodthirsty blacks - although it is almost certain that the giant hornet has no particular fondness for blood.
That said, everything else about that time: in the midst of four more blinding spotlight as perpetrators, Giant Hornet flew in flocks of assorted insects (and most desirable at this point) like sharks in the midst of farmed sea bream.
not alone, either because they confused or because they want because a bloodthirsty little 'shit, these CG moved with unpredictable trajectories but apparently vindictive, more often leaned on the shoulders, necks, hair, legs, lobes.
There was no need at that time to consult wikipedia to understand that a puncture of one of those flying lobsters in important areas would cause or death by suffocation or a video shot of Ministers to the emergency room (after returning home, I actually checked wikipedia: we had feared right).
And so, as someone shouted, swore and someone else more prosaically, the good director was asked if he could be the focus of those lights with the word pungimi in the face and circled the task set of a video, the Divi good - at the moment CONSIDERED immortal - he tried to push him in a horrendous industrial fan positioned in the middle of the set (often succeeding, with lots of splatter sound calabrozzo the ground by the blades).
In times of apparent calm, surrounded only by ever so popular tiger mosquitoes, it was indeed shot the video - with joy and unconsciousness.
overall experience that has left at least two good lessons.
1. To shoot a video of a song in the middle of a reserve of giant hornets you want really good at that song.
2. The industrial fans, as well as protect us from the bad insects, are also capable of
a) make you look one of the Bee Gees if you have long hair
b) you close your eyes with effect from mullet face - typical of video of the Backstreet Boys. And you can not do anything about it: if you have less than two meters away from that thing as half closed squints Nick Carter.
And you think, but want to see that in fact he did not want to do it the piacione, want to see that without those big blades Today we are all here to listen Larger Than Life?

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