Diaframma
Live 09-04-2011

"It all started in Florence".

And indeed, Florence is exactly the place to return to, as a murderer returns to the scene of the crime. And this time the murderer, a certain Federico Fiumani, already known to the authorities, brings with him some of the best weapons he has, accompanied by a couple of trusty accomplices. Weapons, yes, but cutting ones, because a knife surely has more charm than a vulgar gun, and also because "Siberia", "Labbra blu", "Illusione ottica" cannot leave you indifferent, they leave a mark, a scar (one you will immediately cherish, to be clear, much like a beautiful tattoo). A few days ago, our suspect gave a lovely video interview, strolling calmly through the alleys of some unspecified neighborhood in Rome, talking about the usual things, women, the Eighties, "but how difficult the Nineties were for us", "ah, the Television". With the calmness of someone who no longer has to prove anything to you, since you already know what type of person he is, if you don't like him, why hang out with him, right?

By now, listening to Fiumani is a bit like when you were a child listening to the same old fairy tale for the thousandth time, to the sheer joy of grandparents and parents, who by now would be sick of Thumbelina or Snow White. But you wanted it (re)read because you liked knowing how it ended and you liked the ending. Here, the scenario is more or less the same: Fiumani is not the girl you've just met, the one who immediately grabs you, intrigues you, makes you unsure of how to behave with her. Fiumani is the old drinking buddy at the usual bar under your home with whom you chat for the thousandth time about when you skipped the Latin test in your first year to go fooling around downtown (only to naturally be caught by professors on a break/various relatives/assorted parents). Fiumani has become this now, he himself knows it, and I think he even enjoys it in the end. The buddies he brings along, known as Diaframma Ultras, who endure the most absurd journeys to see him at the Vattelapesca Festival or at the ARCI club (entrance X euro with membership card) in Maremmamaiala (must be around Florence, from the name) are always the same, the usual faces, really, like a reunion of the last year of high school (or tech, for you uncultivated dummies). You tell us the same story for the thousandth time, but you tell it in a way we like, and we’re here to listen, got it? So we all go home happy and content, pleased even to have spent X euros for the ARCI membership card of Maremmamaiala, even though we already know we will never return there (unless you are, our "back-of-the-class poet").

It works more or less like this, sometimes more, sometimes less, and in the end, none of us "feels lost, knowing very well that for you, oh ours, it isn’t that different", because we all experience the same troubles here. And in the end, in pure school reunion spirit, Fiumani, the one who always sat in the back and one year even got held back, to show us how much he cares despite his bad temper, has given us a nice little gift. This CD really is worth listening to, beautiful, fast, recorded like a good bootleg, without too many frills, just like he is, or at least how we expect to (re)find him every time we visit.

Thanks, Fede.

Diaframma:

Federico Fiumani, vocals and guitar

Luca Cantasano, bass

Lorenzo Moretto, drums and backing vocals

With the participation of:

Marcello Michelotti, vocals on 7, 8

Andrea Chimenti, vocals on 9, 10

Miro Sassolini, vocals on 15, 16

Francesco Renzoni, keyboards 11-16

Setlist:

January

I'm with you (but I love another)

I feel like a monster

The orgy

Optical illusion

I love her

Delorenzo

Information Of Death

Blue lips

Ziggy Stardust

The children survive

The phone

Flower don't feel alone

Rough diamond

Amsterdam

Siberia

Green

The smell of roses

Vaiano