One night, we left an announcement in the bathroom of a club. We were looking for a drummer. I remember that night, because it's easy to remember and then, a couple of tabs with our phone numbers on them, were torn away.

Sometime later, I got a call by this guy with a tuscan accent. He said that he had a good experience as a hardcore punk drummer and that he played with a number of bands, including The Jinx. He hadn't been in a band for a long time and he wanted to start it again. For some reasons, I thought we couldn't be good for him. For some other reasons, he joined us in a band that was constantly trying to change its name.

Vanni came and brought his energy and his will to play in a period when we hardly found any. We didn't have time to gain from his experience as punk drummer, he claimed he was a bit rusty, that he wasn't at his best, that he wasn't giving 100%. To us it was way more than enough. Clearly 100% has many different meanings.
The punk-iest person I ever met (even if I don't even know what "punk" means, I imagine this is the right meaning), one of the most free and honest people I ever knew, one of the best drummers. The regret of not having known him better, of not having played more with him, of not having appreciated fully his qualities; I only managed to guess these by his behaviour and the respect that people who knew Vanni payed him. The regret of not having "greeted" him better.

It was a real privilege to know Vanni, there are things in what we do and think, that are also his fault.

Ciao,
Francesco