A Promise is a Promise

veradapozzo8

Sep 21

3 min read

Yesterday I came early to the bar and I left very late because we made a toast (I just took an apple juice; I drink alcool on rare occasions) for Y. who leaves the bar for new, exciting adventures and who also wished to celebrate his birthday with us.

Y. is a talented artist and a nice person; it is a pity that he hates Morrissey "because of his views", but bad, biased press, combined with social media shitspreading, is a plague.

As I arrived early, I could sing thrice.

My first song was Cosmic Dancer by T. Rex: I discovered it thanks to Morrissey, when I was a child in front of the Hell doors of Adolescence; before hearing on the radio Morrissey's beautiful cover of Cosmic Dancer, T. Rex was just the name of a band, not as old as the dinosaur of the same name, but old enough to me, who was far from being born at that time.

Later, I sang Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode, a band I have always liked, even if I am not into their whole discography. This haunting song has always made me think of Rosario Livatino, a young Sicilian judge who was killed by Cosa Nostra in 1990, exactly thirty-six years ago today: Enjoy the Silence is from the same year and I mentally link its hypnotic electronic leitmotiv to a drive on the highway, and judge Livatino was brutally killed while he was driving from his home in Canicattì to the Court of Agrigento where he worked. I will pay a tribute to him on my blog this week-end.

My third song was Bigmouth strikes again, and kudos to T. & P. who kept my song for the gran finale, even if P. does not like at all The Smiths nor Morrissey. Paradoxically, I find his recent statement ("Je n'aime pas les Smiths", he told me, two weeks ago) as an improvement: since I am an habituée of the bar, its karaoke and its cabarets, both as a spectator as an artist, P.'s dislike was exclusively focused on Morrissey "because of his views".

As I started singing Bigmouth, an unknown guy started singing too, but loud and out of tune, so I do not know if the recording F. has made went well or if it was completely ruined by this guy. Anyway, at the ending, he said something about throwing a t-shirt. Another time, while I was singing another Smiths' song, there was another unknown guy who danced and even lifted his t-shirt in front of me, which was really funny (God knows how I managed to not laugh while singing) but, honestly, the only one who can lift and throw is shirt is Morrissey.

As I had to wake up very early in order to go to my workplace, I had to postpone the promise I made to a Good Friend but a Promise is a Promise and I will keep it.

Update: it took me a little while, but I kept my promise.

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Vera da Pozzo

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21st September 2026

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Tiny pink Cyclamen flowers hidden in my dear Parisian Park.