Right now, subject to change, obviously.
I get to the airport and find out Christmas has already begun. That’s basically it.
I get to Franco and Flora’s first. I posted that first lunch. (the whole thing is xmas).
I get settled into my room…they are happy that I am back.
I cannot disturb anyone by asking for hangers, I hear Carmine play.
***From here, just listening to him, I didn’t seem to remember who I was…and go straight to being brought back in song. Just feels a touch too soon.
I could go down this line…we have our duet…I’m hearing blue butterfly, meaning bowtie, and I remember an electric blue taxidermy butterfly I got for my birthday that had a missing antenna. “Perfect,” my friends said. Yeah, no no no. That wasn’t me. Thanks. Over it. ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS EVER, this butterfly. A shot in the night, my mother’s eyes, not mine. (but could be). I really like that scene. I’ll post that one later. We find out that he might have to go to medical school, you don’t want that.
Here —I’m in a family conflict. RACE CAR DRIVING. HE CAN’T YOU CANNOT — WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? You don’t sing? Who are YOU? WHO IS THIS PERSON? It tips it over the edge for them, which works with this new order. We’re going out with the band. THE BAND, the band. People talk to people Maria, please. Franco couldn’t stand me already. lol.
Shooting down a highway with Santas on lampposts…do you see? What the fuck? Where am I? In reality, I found out around here, no? Christmas had begun. THIS IS TOO EARLY!!!! I launched into Carmine’s band sitch as they did to me.
When I get to the bar…I was thinking about making this its own chapter section where I splice between this band coming to life and being greeted back in song.
Maybe that doesn’t work.
But the idea is — I came to realize many things…in the round, type of thing, looking around the field…chaos. Christmas in Naples is a sport!!!
Maybe that works…more like “at the door.”
They greeted me back with my song. A celebration. They were happy I was back. A song is home here. It’s true though. Vico = music as food, medicine. roots. Mythology, as a siren, is rooted in the earth. To a place. Home.
It’s just that, “the song for two women,” since it’s between Rosa and me. Well, that’s what music is too, to them. Bonds. And what does it take to stay together? She hugged me like she meant it. That’s just the thing, they knocked me over.
**figuring out flow…
Into the house…Why did I close up, lock up, already turn against myself? Music. Anything I set out to do? Joy, there were many shades of it. Angela could hold that. Problem problem. She’s an empath. I’m hiding. I wasn’t prepared. I really didn’t want to do this. Christmas. MAYBE Il mio canto libero for her, here. HAHA.
To find myself at the Santa cheerleader pompoms, live band, Feliz Navidad. And Rosa is filing her nails in Sorrento…lol. Bands in the streets, marathon track set up (DEC 5TH). RUNNERS ARE BEAUTIFUL. This is what i mean.
Angela couldn’t believe what I looked like. she was healing in that way.
MY WAY!
Uh, I didn’t want to do it this way. to curve around the coast…shit, I’m going to have to warn them…not the eve of the immaculate conception, unfortunately. I tried to warn them.
REGRETS? I had a few. They wanted translations of MY WAY. I tried my best. Having fun. It pushed a deep button. “Cultural, understandable,” Franco Franzese. It wasn’t just me!!!! No. I was Neapolitan. Bravos firing. Pizzas being taken out…they put it on for me. MY WAY.
To get hit with doubt. That scene.
This was the end of an era for me…Babette’s Feast church bells ringing lol.
When I lay it out like this…it’s sort of flashy and fun. A nice idea, an opening. It feels on the scale. And remember I’m not using ANYTHING but what was there during these days. I’ll try that since these are shorter sections. Coming to realize it’s a sport.
I must diffuse a strategy, which is true, trust me, I’m fast, scared, family is not safe. I knew the questions were coming.
Gambling for children…that scene, liquor, desserts, intro. And I did always seem to get the same questions…
But, continuing with my strategy, I open the door — bam, family concern. That’s what I didn’t want, didn’t expect.
But I was reuniting with so much more than them…
Things are going to change. I’m fine, obviously, I just need to get to a better cohesive whole.
I’ll see if that works today — the stadium, the field, me standing there…camera angle up and turning in Sorrento around the coaches, proscuitto. More cheerleaders and snowmen. You see? Christmas in Naples is a sport. That’s basically what that section is. Putting on my Bukowski (lol) hat, maybe I can figure this out language-wise. Fun, this is funner. I’ll figure out pretty fast if it doesn’t work. I’ll start this treatment around race car driving…lol.