When Lucio Dalla used to let us listen to real records. When Lucio Dalla showcased albums where there was not a single weak song, where every track told a story and a world of its own, where every song sparked dreams and true emotions, unlike “Attenti al lupo”, “Ciao” and other miserable rubbish from the last sad years.
In this wonderful album, nine stories are represented and each shines with its own light, each one narrates a world that only the vast imagination of Lucio Dalla of those years could depict so well. From the desperate tramp “who cursed the day he was born” and yet, despite everything, always laughed and busied himself with the ladies, to one of the most beautiful love songs ever recorded, told with the typical and “coarse” language of late-70s Dalla (“Stella di mare”). From a lady described perhaps as a solitary figure, a mother leaving her children on the streets without food and who is “a friend turned into an enemy who steals my voice” (power?), to one of the greatest songs ever dedicated to Milan. “Anna e Marco”, almost a film where Anna Bellosguardo and Marco Grossescarpe imagine themselves as stars and wolves of the suburbs, wanting to leave, tired of living among places full of oddities, but looking at the moon they fall in love and “someone saw them coming back holding hands”. “Tango”, another track where a more cryptic Lucio Dalla peeks through, where even amidst war there are people who want to dance, indeed the tango “with a knife between teeth and a flower in hand”. Then there's “Cosa sarà”, another great piece, another imaginative song where many questions about existence and its many mysteries are asked, for example "what makes trees grow and brings happiness,” or what makes you die (of sadness) at “twenty even if you live to a hundred” (a song featuring Ron and Francesco De Gregori).
I must say I find it quite difficult to understand the meaning of the ballad “Notte”, so I avoid venturing into discussions that would easily lead me astray, and regarding “L’anno che verrà” so many words have been said that I simply feel I should say I would use this piece as a soundtrack to listen to at least three-four times a day. When Lucio Dalla was The Great Lucio Dalla… what nostalgia!
"Telefonami Tra Vent’Anni... becoming one of our classics."
"This Q-Disc is perhaps the last very bright gem, the so-called 'tail light' of Dalla the Giant."
After the seven moons of the apocalypse comes regeneration, after erotic despair comes love.
Dalla sings with even more energy because he is no longer the humble prophet of the end of the world, but a herald who strains his voice to say that after death, of the world or every day, there is always an after, a rebirth, a dawn, a new year, a dance, a tango.
"Time is a nasty beast... deep down we all just want to think about the future."
"In the relaxation that envelops me... those distant notes that, like calls, slowly seem to emerge from rocky sea caves beneath a pillow, are the most suggestive one could imagine."