Live fast Love Hard Die Young - Part One

When they got into the plane, they all thought the same: At last!
Porto was yet near, but they felt it already so far way.
Finally! Finally dear God, they managed to get it.
They were going to set feet in the Land of the King!
After all the trouble that lasted unending months; after all the misunderstandings with Visas and Banks; after all the mess caused by disbelieving people, jealous friends, distant Nations, worried parents and crying girlfriends; spite all this they were going to accomplish their American Dream: Record an Album in America, meet some people, do some Gigs and of course: live fast, love hard, die young.
In the 90’s Rock’ a Billy was not a usual kind of music. Nowadays, youngsters do not hear those old songs from the fifties. Much less in a peculiar country like the lovely but no longer conqueror, Portugal.
To start a Band like they had wasn’t really that hard.
They had the skills, the will and the youth. But they also had brains, and they aimed for more, much more, than being a regular home made band.
So much for the small town concerts, so much for the low pays, and the few spectators. They knew they could really go higher. If they wanted to, they could go further, and with the right means, they would do it.
They were conscious of the great musicians they already were – no musical backgrounds, not even in Musical Schools, but the entire musical hears. The voice was amazing, and the guitars gathered with the double bass, really made all the difference.
One can ask, but what about other similar Bands? Well, there were some, but I can tell you: no other like them!
But they also knew that though the Lusitan soul was big the Lusitan mentality was unfortunately, very small.
So, they had to leave to the Nation where it all begun...