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This is not a review, so I want to get straight to the point (better ones, I'm sure, will come).
I'm thinking of one thing, unique, while listening to this latest album by Francesco Guccini with headphones.
And it's this.
It's truly a shame, in a time like this of great cultural poverty, more than economic, that a Singer-Songwriter like Francesco Guccini decides to leave the stage, to self-scrap.
In a world where we are all angry and passionate about collective swearing, he, who was one of the first great solo singers of anger, will be greatly missed.
But life goes like this, and there's nothing to understand.
The only hope is that that famous dream of the future where "the mute will speak and the bores will be silent" is not increasingly destined to end up behind us, along with the last certainties of this poor Italy.
I'm thinking of one thing, actually two, while listening to this latest, for real, album by Francesco Guccini with headphones.
The second is that I never imagined it was possible for an artist to exit the stage like this.
To say goodbye while dressing in the role of one of the characters from one of his most beloved songs.
The last stroke of genius of a modest man.
To sing us the true things as if they were fairy tales ("That Day in April").
But unfortunately, we are no longer children.
And fairy tales like these, sung like this, there will be no more.
Thank you, Francesco, I never followed you with excessive passion, but you will be missed.
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How is it possible to create such a sweet, romantic, tender, clear image of death, far from anguishing and almost dreamy?
Guccini is the quintessential human artist, the kind of person you listen to not only because he does his job excellently but also because having listened to one of his albums you end up enriched, sad or relieved however you feel finally.
