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Here we go again: the Giovanni Pascoli of Montesacro has struck again. Not content with having sold eight billion records, winning the award for the best song in the universe, writing anthems for the national football team, the Boy Scouts, and the new Mameli anthem, Claudio Baglioni had to go all the way and effectively become the Italian Bing Crosby, with a new (new?) album featuring classic Christmas songs. Can one be "washed up" to this point? The answer is certainly yes.
Baglioni's story is exemplary; from the days of his participation in the Festival degli sconosciuti of Ariccia (a small town in Lazio known mainly for the famous roast pork festival..), Baglioni has strung together a series of photo novella-style songs all more or less similar in content: (in the years of lead, in the midst of civil war, with deaths on both the right and left almost every day in Italy, Baglioni's cry of pain was: "Passerotto non andare via..", someone said: too bad there wasn't a Molotov left over for him in those days..). In one of his albums from those years, Baglioni posed for photos with his hair straightened Bee Gees style, alongside two German Shepherds in the elegant living room of his house. As if to say: who cares about what's happening in Italy at this time, things are going well for me, and I'm making money by the shovel full..
Well, the national Claudio managed with this stratagem to survive decade after decade up to the present day, except for a few mishaps along the way, such as when he was loudly booed and forced to stop his performance in Turin in 1988, during a concert with several artists for Amnesty International.. Not content with this, Baglioni returned to action in the following years, together with his record company, one of the worst from every point of view, Sony, with a series of albums that had nothing artistic, innovative, or experimental, (experimental? A term unknown to Baglioni..), about them. Dozens of collections with the tracklist repeated ad nauseam (lack of ideas?), countless TV appearances, from national news programs to shows about agriculture and the sea (the important thing is to appear..), all of this outlining a character who clearly always liked money quite a bit.
And today, in the midst of a global recession, what does the Prevert of Centocelle offer us? A nice Christmas gift, with some of the most nauseating lullabies ever written, where not even the most traditionalist of national singers would have dared so much. The most useless record in the world is finally a reality, in discount stores, at rest stops, if necessary even in pharmacies and hardware stores. Yes, because the important thing is to sell. Could his villa seizure in Lampedusa have something to do with it? Who knows, but a bit of cash always comes in handy..
An increasingly anachronistic character (with all his plastic surgery touch-ups, even making Santanchè envious..), certainly to be taken down, akin to the Claudio Vilas or Luciano Tajoli of yesterday and tomorrow, who with their warbling like suburban nightingales, haven't managed to change the lives of the army of unfortunates who flocked to their concerts, but have managed to change their own lives remarkably well, with billion-dollar bank accounts, a lifestyle like Arab emirs, and every kind of privilege. After all, whatever certain Italian singers like Baglioni, Celentano, Mina, etc. do, Vincenzo Mollica of Tg1 is always ready to tell us in detail whether they have gone to the bathroom regularly or if the poor souls are currently suffering from constipation or diarrhea.. An ongoing saga: as long as there are music critics like Mollica and chansonniers like Baglioni, art can sleep peacefully.. All thanks to the craftiest philosophy imaginable: that of the "maglietta fina, tanto stretta al punto che..".
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