This one starts with a car that probably should not have made it out of the driveway, heading toward Bologna and an encounter with London Calling that refuses to stay tidy.
“In the summer of ’99, freshly minted with my new driver’s license, my best friend Kenny and I set out on a long-awaited road trip to Bologna for the annual Independent Days Festival. We piled into my third-hand Audi, a true Frankenstein’s monster of a car… its front bumper dangled precariously, the electronics had a mind of their own, and the cracked glass sunroof threatened to collapse at any moment.”
“At first, it was just a drizzle… But within minutes, it turned relentless. Sideways rain, pounding wind. Mud pooled underfoot, concession stands collapsed, and the stage lights flickered like they were giving up.”
“Sitting in that wreck, the familiar chords of London Calling suddenly rang out from the distant stage. I turned to a shivering Kenny and said, ‘You know we’re missing a living legend right now.’”
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