J-Ax
I Pensieri Di Nessuno

Dear Ax,

I'm not exactly sure why, when it comes to reviewing your book, I address you directly.

To you, who probably doesn't even know this site, to you, whom I've met and talked to more than once, to you, who surely won't remember me among all the faces of your followers you see every day, to you who are my great love and my big love (…no, wait, that has nothing to do with it...).

Maybe I'm doing it just because I wanted so much to say these things to you the last time I saw you and we spoke for a good 10 minutes, but as I told you on that occasion, you are my idol, and so the emotion made me go dumb and forget...

I would have liked to tell you about a kid angry with the world, with school and therefore also with society (of which the school is just a small-scale model), failed in the first year of high school, and thus labeled within the family as a potential failure.

I would have liked to tell you about his passion for writing songs, his dream of making it a career, and especially how this kid identified with angry tracks like "Nato per rappare", "Non c'è rimedio", "Nessuno", "Noi no". Tracks full of resentment but also defiance because they were written by someone who made it.

I would have liked to tell you that this kid is now 21, has survived school, works but hasn't lost his passion for writing and the desire to make it his profession.

I would also have liked to tell you that now, finally, I managed to find your book (and it was quite a challenge since it's been out of print for years), that I devoured it in a few hours and that reading it I felt the same emotions I felt listening to the tracks mentioned above, also because you talk about the same things, but in a different, more complete form, without the "cage" of metrics and rhymes.

You use your usual straightforward and prosaic style to talk about your present as a successful artist, the hard slog to get there, the world of entertainment but also your childhood and your adolescence.

For example, there's a passage in your book where you talk about an episode from your childhood, a very normal day at the end of which, however, you realized you were happy. At the end of this story, you said you were sorry because, not being a writer, you wouldn't be able to allow the reader to experience the emotions you felt while writing. Well, I wanted to tell you that I felt those emotions as if I had lived that episode on my own skin.

Maybe you're not just a singer-songwriter, but also a born writer. Or maybe you're just an observer who watches and describes. "The voice of all those No-Ones who have no voice" you rapped in a song from that period.

No, Ax, you are more than that. You urge those who have no voice to bring it out. Just like with me. After all these years, you are still the fuel that keeps me going down my path.

Thank you, Ax.

Demian