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Toy Soldiers "Dead Gold (Syncopated Hop)"
MegApe - September 5, 2012
March 20, 2024
For a few weeks now, I haven’t been able to get rid of this riff that keeps echoing in my mind, created by that genius Pio. It was September 5, 2012, and as it often happened, I spent my time in that room, playing for hours. In that beautiful house, people who rented the room for a few hours would play. Sometimes I played with friends, other times alone, but always with the same passion. During that period, for several months, I recorded in low quality with a we**am with autofocus, streaming directly on an old YouTube channel that, for mysterious reasons, had been blocked for over a year. But eventually, in an inexplicable way, I managed to get that channel unlocked. I had lost all those videos, which existed and are only present on that platform, those raw recordings with a quality far from standard, but still carrying immense value and unforgettable memories. Despite having a lot of equipment to record in multitrack, for stupid reasons that I won’t tell, I couldn’t use that gear at the time. I’ve always had this great flaw of recording everything because, since I was a child, one of my greatest passions has been to archive the moments of my life and the people around me. Yes, a passion I've carried since I was 5, the desire to stop time, to leave a trace. Even with photography, documentation, and much more. That day, Pio and I were playing together, improvising for over an hour. As always, it was hard to convince him to turn off the amplifier. He played nonstop, just as I would have done in the past. After about half an hour, I tried to communicate to him that I had to go, but every attempt to interrupt the session was ignored. He kept playing, there was no way to stop him. At some point, I had to turn off the amplifier and told him, "Pio, I really have to do this with you." That little bastard, right after, instantly played me that riff he had just created, as if nothing had happened. Even though I had turned off the amplifier, he had essentially never stopped playing. He started speaking: "Listen, Claudio, listen to this! Did you hear that? You have no idea what you just missed," he said with pride and enthusiasm. A moment of silence followed his words, and in my head, smiling, I thought, "Bastard, he tricked me again :)" I smiled and replied, "Okay, 5 minutes, but this is the last one, really, okay?" And so we began again, with that creative flow, that light-hearted desire to create freely, with the pure energy of a new creation. A Post Hardcore track, Punk attitude, Lo-Fi in its purest form. I see myself as young, light, observing and listening to that powerful energy that represented me. I see myself as a pounding machine, hitting the drums with strength, style, and elegance, those tribal rhythms I loved feeling pulse inside me, in my veins, like a wave that invaded me. It’s time to start playing seriously again, with that passion that has never left.
