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@edgwareviabank.bsky.social
Italian-born, raised all over the place, wound up in London for better or worse. Also: 🇮🇹 🇬🇧 translator & writer, hobby photographer, cat person, here for books & food. She / her.
What's the printer you have, by the way, and would you recommend it? And also, what software does it require?
November 8, 2025 at 5:11 PM
That's exactly the feeling I'd be aiming for. I have a few framed prints of my own photos up in my house, but all ordered from high-street shops, so I can only imagine how much more satisfying it must feel to manage the printing yourself.
November 8, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Anything you're happy to share in any way that suits you. I always had the daunting thought that home printing = darkroom, and can't believe how long it took me to realise I could - you know - get a printer and photo paper. Big facepalm moment, given how common printers and scanners were growing up!
November 8, 2025 at 10:26 AM
They look brilliant, both of them (and happy to hear that the tweaks are signs of the progress you wanted). Would love to hear more about your printing journey whenever you're happy to share.
November 4, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Ooh, loved the Cold Case music choices. There are '80s songs I've downloaded and put on playlists after hearing them there (on the flipside, there's a famous Moby song I still can't hear without thinking of an absolutely haunting Without a Trace episode...good job I was never a Moby listener anyway)
November 3, 2025 at 5:26 PM
The memory of all this still makes me happy. And, thoughts from my walk home from the station just now: New Born still makes me feel like a teenager discovering music, and Time is Running Out is a damn good "evenings getting darker" song. That's it from me, thanks for indulging my nostalgia thread.
November 2, 2025 at 6:41 PM
2003 was the Absolution tour, but they played a lot of Origin of Symmetry and Showbiz. It was pure joy. Not even being accidentally headbutted by a guy twice my size ruined my mood. They threw confetti on the crowd during Plug In Baby, and I picked one up as a keepsake - still have it.
November 2, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Had the gig been, say, on 30 October, I just couldn't have gone. I'd have gotten the next chance to see Muse 3 years later, in Bologna, for the Black Holes & Revelations tour - but would it have been the same? 3x as far, 3x the price, and sure, I liked the album, but not as much as their first two.
November 2, 2025 at 6:34 PM
So I only saw what felt like a once-in-a-lifetime event with my favourite person because of a tiny happy calendar accident: the gig was on 31 October and 1 November is an Italian bank holiday. I could sleep at my friend's (who lived closer) and didn't even have to argue with my mother. Imagine that.
November 2, 2025 at 6:31 PM
If you grew up in Middle-Of-Nowhere, NE Italy, in the 2000s, any gig worth seeing was at least 2 hours away. You might go if you had friends with cars, or parents who liked the band / didn't mind waiting until late. If, like me, you had neither, live music belonged to another inaccessible universe.
November 2, 2025 at 6:25 PM
Anyway, turns out it wasn't a practical joke aimed directly and exclusively at me. 21€ (plus 3.20€ booking fees) bought me a 100% real ticket, and on 31 October 2003, aged 16, I was there, with my best friend, seeing my favourite band in the world. Huge goddamn deal: it was my second gig ever.
November 2, 2025 at 6:22 PM
Pordenone is even smaller than where I grew up, so Muse playing there (so close to me!) was strange. But not impossibly so: they weren't big in Italy at the time, though the Time Is Running Out video had made it to MTV. I only knew two other people that listened to them because I'd lent them my CDs.
November 2, 2025 at 6:20 PM
This is the closest I can get to saying Muse played in my hometown, and it was still like 1 hour away. Another continent, in North-Eastern Italian teenager terms. When I saw the poster at my local bookstore, I thought it was some kind of cruel joke.
November 2, 2025 at 6:19 PM
Also, spoiler alert. Not too bad for a honest day's work.

Living in London may have its drawbacks, but if I start telling you about all the gigs I've been to here that I never thought I'd get to see in my lifetime, I'll be talking long past bedtime.
October 22, 2025 at 10:09 AM
This is me reassuring myself that my Serious Work Predicament is the sort of thing that can work out. I mean, I'm still bitter I didn't see Kate Bush in 2014. But if today's a bust, there’s Twickets, and months to make a plan B before I’m in a crowd bawling my eyes out at A Better Son/Daughter.
October 22, 2025 at 9:53 AM
By the time the gigs rolled round I had a new job that didn't exist when the ticket fiasco happened. Saw Camera Obscura the night of my first day with a weight lifted off my chest. Fitting in at the new place was hard, but I stayed 7 years and made work friends. Some things do work out in the end.
October 22, 2025 at 9:26 AM