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Rating: Humax, De-Friend, and De-Friendesca friend have been in Urbino since Friday... they will ultimately represent the true core of the meeting. The rest of us participants should start on Saturday, but it seems luck is not on our side. The tracheitis that has afflicted me all week flares up again, and I fear the winds of the Fortress. Unfortunately, Immacolata and Frantz are forced by highway traffic to retrace their steps. Around 8 PM on Saturday, Magomarcelo calls me as he is reaching the others, but I decide to go to bed instead.
The Sunday has a different aspect starting with the warm morning sun. The core group arrives for lunch at noon, opens the first bottle... my son wanders around the table, entertained by the new guests. We start eating while waiting for Frantz, who is on the road and arriving. By the end of the second bottle of wine, the atmosphere is particularly silly; even Frantz is refreshed, and it's decided that the fitting follow-up to lunch is to watch the Grand Prix while dozing off.
We only wake up at the end of the GP and decide to watch Quark Animali as well after a coffee. The vicissitudes of the skunk, the hawk, the partridge, and the black wolf rekindle the troop's hilarity, and not even the partridge torn alive by the hawk can stop us from laughing and babbling. The group sets off, and we will join them.
Arriving in Urbino, we notice, however, that ugly clouds are gathering over the city. The entrance to the Fortress and a glance at the view immediately compensate for any concerns about the concerts to be heard and the weather conditions. The stage, the red clouds, the Ducal Palace, the music, the people everything has an irresistible charm.
We decide to see the "Tunng". From the first notes, they seem promising. Mago points out to me that the singer looks like Elisabetta Viviani in a Björk-like version, how could I disagree. Too bad that after the first piece, we start feeling drops of water that become more and more insistent. It's raining. We take refuge at the "Ragno d'Oro", a fantastic shelter where we eat the best crescia in the area. Fortunately, it's just a summer downpour. Frantz, Humax, and Ilaria soon set off to see "We Are Scientist" while we stay to enjoy more warmth and food. We manage to catch the last twenty minutes of the concert, "We Are Scientists" try hard, they are also fun but seem like just another nothing new under the sun.
After a short wait, they arrive. I had wanted to see Arab Strap for a long time. Here comes Aidan Moffatt with the customary crate of beer (I'm told) wearing a brown shirt and green pants. Asband says he looks like Frate Cionfoli, and indeed, clicking on the few images of the Friar circulating online, he's not wrong. They start immediately with the more danceable pieces from "The last romance" and "Monday at the hug & pint". I immediately notice the lack (not insignificant) of violins. However, the sky is now clear, you can see the stars, the proximity of other human beings and the beer warm up, and Aidan's voice always calms me down even if some find it a bit soporific, the execution of the pieces leaves a bit to be desired but I feel really good. During the most beautiful ballads, I decide to surrender and let myself be rocked by the strongest and most reassuring arms I know. At the end of the concert, I hear dissatisfied voices, but I liked them, in fact, I will finish completing their discography.
Leaving happily, a thought troubles us. This year's 'Frequenze Disturbate' was really below par, few attendees, little enthusiasm, struggling to understand until the end who was playing or not. Groups with little appeal. We hope for the future to still enjoy evenings like this and not find ourselves lamenting this event like many other beautiful ones that remain only in memories...
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