...Saturday, february 2 2002...

I would have surely liked better to start this diary in an happier mood, but some of the last events in my personal and professional life have modified me so much, that I've finally changed the original goal of this page: in the beginning it should have been simply a kinda copy of the more known Dave Mustaine's "Diary of a hero", with all my impressions about the venues visited touring, but later, because of the "poison" and the shadiness, typical of our country and not only, I've decided to tell the whole truth, with no filters and no hyposrisies, about everything happening to us, letting the reader decide after if I was right or wrong about my anger. Then, if AXTRA will meet intuitive and expert clubs' owners or promoters, rather than liars and dumb-blinded, interactive and hearty-clapping audiences, rather than wretched people occasionally there for mistake and not for you, creative and open-minded reporters or professional workers in the musical field, rather than incompetent and unapproachable, and last, but not least, freindly and cooperating "co-workers" musicians, rather than kinda "self-worshipping rockstars", I'll write in here all the details about these encounters, providing you all, out there, this way with a useful guide to trust honest and capable people, in order to avoid with care the same untrained errors of mine. I'm writing expecially to those, in the bands, who are forced to impersonate my same role, the manager, the musician, the roadie and the "public relation office" at the same time and I know you are so many around the world: how many times we have repeated ourselves words like "Aaah, I should have known before..." or "Nobody told me..."? Well, ideas like this one can really try to find solutions against misunderstandings (I would say also get yours undersigned into trouble!!! HE...HE...HE...), on the other hand it doesn't exist a "musician trade union", protecting our work relationships with the "boss"... It doesn't matter anymore, for how long I still have to live in the lil' clubs universe with my old musical age, I don't wanna eat shit everyday no more, with no possibility to defend or to revenge myself anyhow either. At least everyone will know it, and even if I'll make myself lotta enemies, there will also be for sure, sooner or later, someone there in the crowd agreeing with my ideas: it's only because of these people if I still play... ...Thank you... Eddie