Man, what a day in Jarocin! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. Woke up late, as usual. My phone was blowing up. “Dude, where you at?” It was my bandmates. We had a gig at this tiny bar on ul. Poznańska. I was like, “Chill, I’m on my way!” But you know how it is—gotta grab my guitar, my lucky hat, and of course, a coffee. Can’t function without that caffeine fix.
So, I’m rushing through the streets. Jarocin is wild, man. You got the old town vibe mixed with this youthful energy. I pass by the market square, and it’s packed. People everywhere, selling stuff, chatting, just vibing. I love that. But then, I see this dude trying to sell some weird-looking sausages. Like, who’s buying that? I mean, I’m all for local food, but c’mon!
Finally, I get to the bar. It’s called “Kultura” or something. Super cozy, but the sound system? Ugh, don’t get me started. I walk in, and the place is half-full. My bandmates are already there, tuning up. I’m like, “Yo, what’s the plan?” They’re all hyped, but I can feel the tension. We haven’t played together in a while.
Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a neon green jacket. Like, who does that? He starts yelling about how he’s the next big thing. I’m just standing there, rolling my eyes. “Bro, you’re in Jarocin, not New York.” But he’s all about that “I’m gonna make it big” life. I mean, good for him, but c’mon, man.
We finally get on stage. The crowd’s a mix of locals and some random tourists. I start strumming my guitar, and boom! The energy shifts. People are dancing, singing along. It’s electric! I’m feeling it. But then, mid-song, the sound system cuts out. Silence. Just me and my guitar. I’m sweating bullets. I’m like, “What the heck?!”
But then, the crowd starts clapping. They’re cheering me on! I’m thinking, “Wow, Jarocin really knows how to lift a guy up.” So, I just keep playing. I improvise some lyrics about the city, about the streets, about the weird sausage guy. They love it! I’m on fire!
After the gig, I’m buzzing. We head to ul. Wrocławska for some late-night food. I’m starving! We find this little place that’s open. I order a zapiekanka, and it’s like heaven on a bun. Seriously, if you’re ever in Jarocin, you gotta try it.
But then, I see that neon jacket guy again. He’s at the next table, still talking about his “big break.” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, dude, you’re in Jarocin! But then, he starts playing his own music on his phone. It’s awful. Like, nails on a chalkboard. I’m cringing so hard.
I’m about to say something when my buddy nudges me. “Let it go, man. Just enjoy the night.” And I do. We’re laughing, joking, and I’m just grateful for this crazy day. Jarocin, with all its quirks, is home.
As I finally head back, I’m thinking about how this city surprises me every time. The streets, the people, the music—it’s all a part of me now. I can’t wait for the next adventure. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? But for now, I’m just gonna crash and dream about that zapiekanka. Jarocin, you’ve got my heart!