Francesco Guccini

I'm sorry to see him ballooning more and more with that big belly and a face that now looks like a loaf of bread. He has aged in an indecently dramatic way, consistent with his lifestyle and his obsession with food and alcohol (there are those who saw him live in the 70s and 80s and attest to the fact that he smelled at obscene levels, along with flatulence and wine breath, which fit right in that sinister-leftist environment of Italy back then). He is certainly a character worth rediscovering; he wrote great pieces and was a symbol for those who called themselves Leninists, Communists, etc.