Melancholies settled in the human soul, prayers crystallized in daily reality, fears, anxieties, but also hopeful dreams, desires for revenge, profound ambitions for redemption: Ghemon is all this. His stories, very close to any of our personal experiences, tell of a conflicted man, an extraordinary personality, in a mix that ranges from rough street rap to the most pleasant and elegant pop one can find around these days; with refined composure and heartfelt awareness of his means, the rapper from Avellino speaks to us from the heart, like our closest friend might, like our good brother might.
Many fake "connoisseurs" of rap can't stand him: "But he has no flow, but he's not bad enough, but he's too sentimental"
Let's let Ghemon respond to them himself then: "I don't have to be ashamed if I sometimes get moved, this doesn't make me less of a man because I'm sure of who I am and what I move, more doubtful is the one who, to avoid being misunderstood, has to say no homo"
He leaves us "musically" at 30, with this album steeped in passions, outbursts, life lived amidst a thousand hassles, a thousand problems, a thousand indecisions.
Here’s a piece from his farewell note: Recently, someone told me one of the most significant things in my career: "Thank you for once again claiming the possibility of having weaknesses, and turning them into a manifesto, without fear of saying it or of seeming out of place. On the contrary, making it a strength".
Thank you, Ghemon, to you and to anyone with a good heart who takes a listen to this guy, not a melancholic rapper, nor a bewildered songwriter, just another one like us.
Peace to you, debaserians.
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