Voto:
"When I read on Wikipedia that among Liga's various works there were also books, I was momentarily taken aback. When I realized that the latest one had been published just three years ago and that I had completely ignored it, I felt quite ashamed. The next day, I was already on the trail of "La neve se ne frega." Bellissimo, don’t tell me! I could hardly contain myself!! How could I miss such a masterpiece? STONEY... I LOVE THIS MAN... Can you imagine? A beautiful field with Vasco, Liga, Ramazzotti, Laura Pausini, Giorgia, Paolo Meneguzzi, Paola & Chiara, Zucchero, Antonacci, Gigi d'Alessio, Tozzi, Grignani, Tiziano Ferro, etc. (Let’s not even mention the illustrious HONORABLES, what a disgusting word, in what way? And the TRASH of Television, Platinette and De Filippi above all), coordinated by Al Bano, picking tomatoes or harvesting wheat! Or working 8 to 10 hours a day in a factory. A little anecdote that has nothing to do with it but makes the comparison with the skills of the coolest Italian musicians of the moment even more striking: Today I was at the bank, I had to make a multiple deposit for work, like: different users, different amounts, not cash but checks mixed with cash. The important thing was that the total matched the deposits I had to make, so I needed every single receipt with the exact amount to give to each user as proof of payment. The sum exactly matched the amount I should have deposited, checked and rechecked... (By me)... So, what was the problem? Didn’t they teach you in school that the order of factors, even if changed, must give the same result? Surely, in your lousy banking system, there’s a way to calculate the total and then print all the receipts for each amount? Since you work at a bank and earn a salary that I can only dream of, you work from 9 to 1 (coffee breaks included) and from 2 to 4:30 (coffee breaks included, plus 13th, 14th, and I don’t know if they still give you the 15th, and don’t tell me you work overtime because at half past five no one answers the phone, not even the switchboard!) are you competent? No, everything was blocked, 20 minutes at the counter, total panic, maybe I hacked the banking system with 5 deposits, no, fuck! I’m a damn hacker and I didn’t even realize it... The clerk at the counter, whose maximum effort was handling money and counting it (he made three mistakes), finally says to me: Today it would have been better to stay home, bad day, I start to envy the workers at the furnace... Got it? Workers at the furnace. So I thought: you dumbass, I worked four years in a factory, I made truck tires, I printed thousands of pieces at the presses, I welded thousands of curves for electrical conduits, I drove forklifts, I’ve killed my arms and legs more than once, I busted my ass for another four years in a lousy warehouse lifting six-and-a-half-meter bars of aluminum weighing between ten and thirty kilos, freezing in winter and burning at 40° in summer, enduring every form of workplace injustice and deprivation, I even had interviews of every kind, including at furnaces (felt like being in hell), only to find a decent job and hear from you, filthy moron, that you envy those who work in a furnace? I’ll kick you there along with Ligabue! However, bolstered by my immense self-control, I cordially said goodbye, left instructions like in elementary school, and had to come back two hours later for the receipts. If a bank clerk can’t do his job, can we send him too along with our beloved ones to work in the fields and leave the spot to those who can actually do the job (musically and artistically as well)? We are a mess, musically, politically, and professionally speaking. We are leaking in every direction."
