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Three hours, three hours only. It is only three hours from ' event. Stanley Jordan and Jeff Berlin together, cheek to cheek, eyes look against, against electric bass guitar. High-calorie juice jazz, sparks of vibrations that still pass through my body, from the back of the tongue, from the toes to the inch eyes to the ears. I can hardly read the words on the screen, the pixels in the middle I see their faces. Jeff, the God of bass guitar. Overflowing in all directions. Our first meeting was dazzling last February. In recent months, will put on ten pounds of flab. He probably decided to expand beyond measure her belly so that we can rest on the bottom, or the strings to vibrate to the rhythm of his navel.

Jeff Berlin, the undisputed King of the electric bass. Standing still, motionless. It is a marble statue, holding down on his stomach, his glasses on his head, nose, mustache and chin on her head. Then fixed Stanley Jordan, looks at him with loving eyes, the winks, and whispers something explodes (no, not as Terry Jones in The Meaning of Life Monty Python). Sparks of music everywhere, loose cannon, the chaos in harmony, harmony in chaos. The Jazz.

Stanley Jordan is the opposite of Jeff. Before the concert in many wondered what was the meaning a duo of musicians as diverse. Too different, seemingly irreconcilable. At first glance it seems that they come from two planets light years away. Stanley is lean and hyperactive. He takes guitar in hand and began playing as soon as is overwhelmed by his own music and start dancing. Dance with your hands on the ropes, his head swaying, her body becomes elastic. Then, suddenly, the dancer with the guitar and bass with the big-bellied Buddha is watching. For a split second, everything is suspended, time stops, my breath too. Among the public, those buildings are still yawning with its mouth open, those who put their noses with their fingers remain paralyzed in the nose. Then the thousandth of a second goes by and the unbelievable happens. The music of Jeff and Stanley to join together in a perfect alchemy. The two are very different but complementary, as black and white, yin and yang, ketchup and fries, day and night. Take Mozart, Yesterday, the anthem of Italy and Stairway To Heaven and pass them in the blender jazz. They put the juice in the microwave and they blow jazz. Collect the scattered pieces and reassembled them with jazz super attack.

Everything is perfect. The yearning of Stanley's guitar alternates all'istrionismo bass Jeff seamlessly. Every now and then stop, go to the microphone and screams as each other. I do not understand anything. I forgot my camera on record mode for 27 minutes in a row and register my tennis shoes flapping in the throes of an epileptic seizure. Everything ends too quickly. The public stands up and the divine duo took the stage for an encore, a b and even a quater. Stanley sits and plays the piano with his left hand and guitar with the right. Then silence. The crowd, the comments, the noise of steps toward the exit of the theater and jazz that continues to reverberate through my synaptic connections. Gate arrival and find their . No more abstract entities, and divine, but normal human beings who spent signing autographs with cramps in my hands. I remember having a camera and forces Rosario (Rosario who is?) To make me the photo you can see below.

Sim (with the term dreaming of a serial killer who has just found his victim)
in the company of Jeff Berlin, whose T-shirt and sweat the electric bass have merged in an ecstasy of love

gloating after living EMD (Experience Music Final) bouncing back to my car. Giusi turn on the radio to a station at random. There are three words Valeria Rossi. After two seconds (the time to say sun heart love ) Giuseppe and I feel the noise of the car crushed under the wheels of the car.