Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on Via San Giovanni, right? The sun’s blaring through the window like it’s trying to roast me alive. I’m like, “Chill, sun!” I grab my coffee, and it’s already a mess. Spilled half of it on my favorite shirt. Great start, huh?
I head out, and the streets are buzzing. San-Giovanni-a-Teduccio is alive, man! You got the old ladies gossiping on the corner of Via Roma, and the kids playing football in the piazza. I swear, they’re better than half the pros I see on TV. I’m walking down Via Tertulliano, and I hear this amazing street musician. Dude’s playing the accordion like it’s his last day on Earth. I stop, throw him a couple of euros, and think, “This is why I love this place.”
But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the one that’s been sitting there since last week. My shoes are soaked. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we’re starting?” I’m fuming, but whatever. I keep walking, trying to shake it off.
I get to the studio on Via G. Marconi, and it’s chaos. My boss is yelling about some mix that’s all wrong. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just music!” But he’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon! We’re in San-Giovanni, not some high-stress corporate jungle. I throw on my headphones, and boom! I’m in my zone. The music starts flowing, and I forget all the madness.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s got this wild idea for a new track. I’m like, “Dude, we just finished one!” But he’s all hyped, talking about mixing traditional Neapolitan sounds with trap beats. I’m intrigued, but also like, “Are you serious?” We start jamming, and it’s fire! I mean, who knew a tambourine could sound so dope with a bass drop?
But then, the power goes out. Just like that. I’m sitting in the dark, and I’m like, “What the heck?!” I can hear the street outside, people yelling, cars honking. Typical San-Giovanni chaos. I’m ready to lose it, but Marco’s laughing. He’s like, “This is the real vibe, bro!” I can’t help but laugh too. It’s ridiculous.
Finally, the lights flicker back on, and we dive back into it. Hours fly by, and we’re vibing hard. I’m sweating, but it feels good. We finish the track, and it’s a banger! I’m so pumped, I can’t even. We high-five, and I’m thinking, “This is why I do what I do.”
After that, I decide to hit up my favorite pizzeria on Via San Giovanni. You know the one, right? The one with the best margherita in town. I order a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, just enjoying life, when I see an old friend from high school. We start chatting, and it’s like no time has passed. We laugh about the old days, the crazy stuff we did. It’s a good reminder that, despite the chaos, there’s always something to smile about.
As I’m walking home, I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From the spilled coffee to the power outage, it was wild. But that’s San-Giovanni-a-Teduccio for ya. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.