A special evening was needed to make me want to write up here again!
In recent years, Duo Bucolico has become an integral part of those playlists for car trips that even delight the youngest children, who happily sing them out loud, having a blast... And what better occasion than to see them at the legendary Bloom in Mezzago? Accompanying me is my daughter, ten years old in a few months, and nearing the end of her fourth grade. With a contagious smile and sly eyes; before dinner, she says goodbye to the friends we went out with and proudly informs them that she's going to a concert with her dad, at a famous place where the Nirvana also played! (yes, the ones from the box set on the bookshelf, she says)
And here we are inside the BLOOM, after a quick dinner outside the venue and waiting for the concert! We wander near the stage, between the t-shirt/cd stand and the mixer, and my memories drift to a legendary QOTSA concert I attended here in '98, where my ears were left ringing long after because of the absurd volume throughout the night.
Everything is ready, the hall is full, and Duo Bucolico appears on stage; Antonio Ramberti at the keyboards dressed eccentrically, and Daniele Maggioli more low-profile, in black. But here, clothes matter little; the two Romagnoli are wild as horses, and the stage is immediately theirs. Keyboard, acoustic guitar, mini mixer for effects, a megaphone, two old-style toys wandering the stage, and stage clothes held in a suitcase make up the backdrop of an hour and a half of logical anarchic songcraft spattered with reggae, electronic, folk, acoustic ballads, techno, and whatever else!
The songs glide lightly between the amused hilarity of the audience singing, laughing, and dancing amidst the duo's improvisations, who actively seek audience interaction, first with my daughter in the front row (“I want those pants like yours!” says Ramberti), then with another even smaller child (who later joins them on stage), and then with the remaining present and dancing humanity of an audience that plays along, amused.
Then, as always happens, behind (and within) the lyrics that tell absurd stories in total freedom and oddity, lie all the themes and truths of this world, recounted in a light and extravagant way, and life's sorrows are always dealt with a smile and lightness.
And so, without batting an eyelid, you switch from the songs of the long-lived drinker (“who brought the chrysanthemums
One by one, to all his teetotal friends”) to the Neurosceptic who (“Europe, I miss you already The faces of Strasbourg, those Viking barbarians ”) passing by the aunt who got married ( “ my aunt got married seventy years of enclosure virgin her first garter under the wedding dress the girdle”) concluding with Tempi d’oro, their hit sung loudly by everyone, old folks, children, aunts, fathers, and kids.
Gather, gather numerous dogs, cats, horses, wives, and oxen of your own lands; the next concert is for you!
...I want to go to the sea, yes! Every blessed day! I want to go to the sea, yes! What can I say to you!?...lalalalaaaaaaaaaaaa
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