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Rating: Gala evening in Portogruaro.
Our hero, Elio, decided to leave the awkward histories at home (or in his cell phone's message box) and test himself with challenging and timeless songs, not of his own creation.
There is great anticipation in the Teatro Sociale for his performance, more out of curiosity one presumes...
In the first part, essentially a tribute to the great composer Luciano Berio who passed away a few months ago, the lions (lionesses) share goes to two young ladies in song, one dressed in red and black and the other in black and blue. Needless to say where Elio will position himself to perform his (brief) part on this matter... In fact, called onto the stage by someone who looked like she was in the waiting room at the hairdresser's but is actually a musician tasked with playing a kind of coat rack with sound pendants, he appears with a striking wig and recites some verses in a manner that resembles more a somewhat frayed and disgruntled waiter than a respectable chansonnier... Could be the emotion, could be the little practice with this kind of music, Elio moves nervously and sweats like a Pakistani camel shielding itself from the sun with an ant.
The lyrics are hardly understood, they are in various languages and are more about the feeling... Being somewhat outdated and hence overtaken by events, one presumes that they mean something which in 2005 could be understood as (in the folk song "La donna ideale") "The ideal womannnnn/ is the one who doesn't wear the mask even at Carnivallll" and so on with nonsense like this...
But it is after the intermission that Elio, well supported by a conductor who, judging by the way he sashays, could easily become one of the California Dream Men, will unleash all possible and imaginable sound variants: from the whistle to the little keyboard, to other curious instruments with funny sounds. The text of "Frankenstein" is almost a nursery rhyme but from over 50 years ago... Updated to today, it would turn into a little something like: "Oh bat politician/ want to remove that umbrella?/ we're already at ninety degrees/ further up we can go/ but at a hundred water boils/ and to reach one hundred and twenty/ we need springs/ yes yes yes let's stay firm like this/ taxes and lies every day!"
In the end, Elio, in a general jubilation, takes off the wig and puts it back on somewhat at random, but the Little Tony effect that follows will remain in the annals of music.
To make it complete only Giorgio Bracardi was missing to alternate piano notes with raspberries, Mangoni in a fluorescent suit among the audience throwing colorful balloons (which would have been useful in performing a piece, according to a script growing increasingly crazy as the pieces followed one another) and Maurizio Milani stretched out on a bench digesting hard without having decided it beforehand.
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