The journey continues, always with ups and downs. “Secret Mission” as a song doesn’t do great, but the video got more than double the anticipated views, and that is very encouraging. Also, “The Soul Edge” isn’t doing too well on the song level, while for the video, we’re waiting for the end of the promotion, but it has already doubled the song’s listens in views. I’ll wait and see. On the house front, critical situations seem to be resolving; someone is coming to their senses, someone is letting go of something, someone realizes that everything can’t be thrown to the wind for economic reasons, and so here we are, meeting and making compromises. Let’s leave aside questions of pride, honor, dignity… they don’t matter; the important thing is always and only to reach the goal. January should be the right month to close with the past.
From the cover image, you’ll have understood that I’ve run out of excuses; in fact, yesterday I started composing something new, but it didn’t satisfy me. There’s something that sounds already heard, already familiar, already done. I have to work on it more or trash everything if I can’t achieve my goal. I thought it would be better; I’m disappointed, and A.S. Roma even won 1-0 against Como yesterday… well! My thinking is that not every donut turns out with a hole, but I can always stuff them with cream; maybe it’s even better.
Anyway, going back to the NHL Playoffs, the first-round game was crazy. I’ve never played one like it since the first year against the Boston Bruins; that one ended similarly, but I went down 3-1 in the series then. First game, I lose at home 6-2; second game at home, 7-2 for me; third game away, 2-1 for them; fourth, 3-0 for me away; fifth, 2-3 for them at home; sixth, 4-0 for me away, then Game 7. We are tied 1-1 until minute 19:53 of the third period. I break away with Davison, the first-line left wing. On the right is Estrada, a fourth-line left wing whom I play on the right. I cross it in the middle, and Estrada backhands it between the legs of the goalie Dostal. Overtime is avoided, and we move on to the next round. Pure bliss. It may all be fictional, but I truly enjoyed it!
Like when, in the Champions League final on Football Manager, when I was managing Verona (yes, I know the Veronese hate Romans, but I don’t hate them, and it bothers me that they detest me without my having done a damn thing wrong to them—the sound engineer who works on my songs is from there!); the final against Dortmund, I go down 2-0 in the first half. I make two substitutions; at the 63rd minute, we narrow the gap, then we equalize at the 85th, so I make the last substitution. A cross from the attacking third, the newly substituted player precisely slots into the penalty area and heads it in, and I enjoyed that like a pig, too!
Next time, I must remember to tell you about the perfumes I’ve collected over time, and I’ll also recommend an excellent Perfumer who has his shop in Rome—a stop I advise you to make.
Talk soon.