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"When I see the sun I hope it shines on me
And gives me everything... Well, almost." (P.S.: A greeting and a small dedication to my friend OleEinar who was present during all this)May 31, 2012. A warm but not too warm late spring evening. One of those evenings that's not unbearable, where it's not cold but not too hot either, a perfect evening in short. If it had been perfect weather-wise, that night of May 31, 2012, then...
I always find it difficult to describe an event. Perhaps describing an album is easier; personal feelings may pass, but for the rest, it's the description that matters, too. What matters here, instead? Perhaps it's simply about finding the right words. Not easy, when the most suitable word is the one that shouldn't be said.
When the three took to the stage, I couldn't help but show an expression halfway between a smile and tears. Those tears shed for positive emotions when you're happy but at the same time permeated by a veil of sadness that only God knows why it is present. They themselves couldn't contain a similar expression once they made eye contact with the audience in front of them. Visibly moved, embarrassed, as if it were a second first time for them. No poses, no rock star attitudes despite having every reason to act like it. Just the purest sincerity. They are the same as they were twenty years ago. They don't even seem to have aged, at times. Timeless, like their music. Instruments in hand. A few words slightly mumbled, Stephen almost seems not to know what to say and how to say it. And "D" starts. And then "Cigarette Machine". And then "Tom". And then "Median". And then "Sea".
Calm. Unease. Calm. Tension. Explosion. Restless calm. Tension. And more tension.
"A white ship... sails on a black sea.Takes my love... from me.And it takes so long...But then I understand...I understand...I under......stand..."
Uninterrupted chills for over an hour. Tears almost touched five or six times. At one point, Stephen comes out with something like "The last time I played here in Bologna, I think you were ten years old." I thought, back then, I wasn’t even born, or if so, just a few months. After 11 songs, they switch instruments for what I thought was the final emotional blow, "Pea". Blessed innocence... They are more moved than us, you can tell. And in fact, they even mess up the opening, amid general laughter. So much that they start laughing too. They leave the stage, but they're pretending, it's obvious. In fact, they come back for two more songs + the true final emotional blow of "Broken-Hearted Wine". The tears that were barely touched before now break through, and I feel a bit like a fool, a bit like a coward, a bit like "holy crap, all this is really happening". And then it's really over.
All of this is so sad yet happy, so beautiful yet terrible that I don’t even feel like concluding.
See for yourselves.
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