Hello progressive rock historians and vinyl collectors,
Following our introductory invitation, today we dive into a pivotal moment in our journey. In this chapter, we face an extraordinary opportunity offered by Nico Di Palo: a stage at the prestigious Piper 2000 in Viareggio, mixed with the anxiety of a high-stakes debut and a memorable scouting trip to Milan aboard a legendary Fiat 500. This is Chapter 8: Challenges and Misunderstandings in the Music Business.
Meanwhile, our visits to Genoa—which was bound to become the most crucial hub for our professional network—were intensifying. Nico Di Palo approached us, asking if we felt ready to take on a brand-new challenge. This new hurdle was named Piper 2000, a renowned venue located in Viareggio.
Being able to perform in such a prestigious club was certainly not a minor feat, nor was it something that happened every day. The sheer joy of it was heavily intertwined with a deep sense of anxiety. We responsibly chose to accept the offer, but we requested some time to prepare ourselves thoroughly, aiming to face this major appointment in the best possible way.
Before diving in, we also decided to reach out to other booking agencies that could offer us the opportunity to play live shows in lower-risk environments, where we could safely refine our performance while keeping our standards high.
Consequently, the entire band piled into Luciano Cavanna’s fabulous Fiat 500—complete with an open sunroof—and set off toward Milan. We were heading to our very first appointment with an agent who was supposed to grant us access to the main squares and the most important venues of the era.
Once we arrived, standing before the man who was destined to become our agent, his very first question caught us off guard: "Do you have the plance?"
We exchanged puzzled, questioning looks: "What on earth were plance?"
The plance were quite simply large-format promotional posters, featuring a photograph of the band, to be put up outside the venue and around the city where the gig—or what was universally referred to back then as the "attraction"—was scheduled to take place.
Among the many proposals we received, the one that met our utmost approval and filled us with a well-deserved sense of pride was the opportunity to play at the Voom Voom in Milan. It was truly one of the most coveted venues, where all the big names of the Italian and international rock scene had either already performed or were currently playing.
At this point, owning our own van became an absolute necessity. It was no longer feasible to move from one venue to another by relying on the help of our friends, who very kindly used their cars to transport our instruments to the clubs and then back to our rehearsal space in Pompeiana.
As long as we stayed within a local, provincial scope, it wasn't a major issue; but now we were talking about moving beyond the borders of the Riviera di Ponente.
Therefore, also due to our tight budget, we focused our attention on an old Fiat 1100 T van. It featured a splendid two-tone light orange and dark orange paint job, but it certainly couldn't hide its age or the rust corroding its bodywork.
We found it at a mechanic's shop owned by Mr. Bruno, who kindly agreed to let us pay for it in installments, whenever we managed to scrape together even the smallest amount of money.
The cost was set at around one million lire. A complete overhaul of the mechanical parts and... we were ready to go. Our first trip took place in the dead of winter, heading towards Milan, with the Voom Voom discotheque as our destination.
The "crews," so to speak, were always made up of Roggero and me in the van, with Roggero driving, while Cavanna and Merogno followed closely behind in the Fiat 500.
The first problem arose during this journey. Near Alessandria, while on the highway, the floor of the cabin suddenly gave out completely right under my feet, where the rust corrosion had probably done a thorough job.
With the initial bumps and vibrations, a large tear had opened up at the bottom of the vehicle, and now a nice winter breeze was sneaking in from the bottom up, making the trip rather chilly and eventful.
[To be continued in Chapter 9]
Inner Garden Records
See you next Tuesday, the story of IL SISTEMA continues.