Dj Francesco
Non Cado Più (cd singolo)

In the morning, while I work, like many I think, I listen to the radio. I won't tell you which one, since I didn't choose it and they are almost all the same anyway. Despite stuffing myself with caffeine, my brain usually doesn't wake up before 10:30, so for about an hour to an hour and a half I nap at the desk, skimming through the latest reviews by DeB, just enough to give meaning to the morning.

Last week, while I was in this semi-comatose state, from the radio we keep on the shelf-archive, the jingle played that precedes the announcement of the "musical innovations". In that moment, my phone rings, and I miss the speaker announcing the title and singer of this sort of thing. Ok. My sacred moment of pseudo-work nap appendage is annihilated by a violin (?) performance that could shake the fathers of this noble instrument directly in their sacred graves. The pitilessly mangled strings accompany a voice (?) that…I don’t know what it wants to do…scream? Babble? At times, hearing a gag reflex might be less annoying.

This is "Non cado più", the brand new single of that heartbreaker Francesco Facchinetti. After "the captain", after Sanremo, L'Isola, and the 80 thousand euro ring to Yespica (no, I mean, we're talking about EIGHTY THOUSAND euros). A character I can only picture at Costanzo’s train parties and with Cocuzza, with the caption "good afternoon with the amusing Dj Francesco".
The reason for this is: why are there people who believe they can define "singers" these subjects and arrogate to themselves the right (which, to me, already speaks of criminal responsibility) to have such obscenities published and promoted?

Why did a guy wake up one morning, skip a Cepu lesson, and go whine to daddy to let him make a record? Why, instead of bedding a stunning beauty that's more than enough, can't he help but disgrace the seven notes in this horrendous way? I don't expect you to answer my questions, I just wanted the honor and privilege to nominate this heap of noise as the worst track of 2006, even though we are halfway through the year I think it is hard to fall below this level.

Oh, I didn't make a mistake, there's no score because even "one" here is an insult to the dignity of "One".