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Well, maybe it's because it's been pouring for a week and I have nothing else to do (but it’s not as nice as it seems...) I decide I can stay up late so last night, in a double date between a downpour and a glimmer of clearing, we reach the "cheerful" (laugh please), let's say, town of Calvari for a Live performance by the good Giuseppe Peveri. Quoting verbatim a comment I made on Debaser's review of 'L'amore non è bello' these are simple but not simplistic songs, inspired and (potentially) non-niche' so I'm quite curious to see how such a fellow is on stage because I've been told he's quite funny.
After a moment of panic (like if we got lost, they'll find us with the St. Bernards in a few days) we reach 'Muddy Waters,' an oasis of light in the darkness, we enter, pay 12 euros (not that little, come on...), we equip ourselves with the customary beer (another 5 euros...), and magically (due to the unwritten rule that you must arrive at concerts about an hour and twenty minutes after the official start time) we're on the second sip when Dente and his band (keyboards, drums, double bass) start the show.
After a few warm-up pieces, among the songs and another begins a strange dialogue with the audience which unfortunately due to the flea-market-like acoustics and a certain tendency of our guy to mumble, we understand very little, but the front rows giggle, the atmosphere is nice, and Peveri's glances (at least those few that emerge from under his bangs) seem to show signs of clear disconnection from reality so, jokingly, we feel like saying that obviously this blessed Irene has put him through all sorts of trouble...
The songs are good, he strums not badly and the drummer pounds away giving it an air that's less delicate and more rock-ish (!!). Off we go like this for an hour and a half where there’s room for a cover of the historic 'Guarda che luna' (which he defines as the summer single, now in all juke-boxes) and the song from the compilation 'Il paese reale,' the splendid 'Beato me,' presented as an unreleased track by many authors among whom, on suggestion from the audience, also van Basten, and directed by the indefatigable maestro Vince Tempera.
Applauses and chuckles accompany our guys' departure. We had fun and still think the same: Dente has the gift of nailing melodies and dressing them with words that are not just never banal but often ingenious; furthermore, we know that he shows off pretty well and that saintly woman Irene must have had her good reasons...
Yes, it is definitely a molar.
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