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Marco Carta is absolutely a hottie.
He can't speak, he can't sing, but he's still a hottie, and a hottie must, inevitably, crush thousands of young girls.
So, with the added merit of:
•1. Being a singer who emerged from the tough selection of the conservatory of Cagliari;
•2. Having won "Amici" thanks to what he learned from years and years of study, outsmarting those who thought they could just show up and win by being good-looking and having vocal talents only slightly better than the squeak of a hamster;
•3. Having triumphed at Sanremo despite fierce competition from sacred monsters like Sal da Vinci (probably recommended by uncle Leonardo), Iva Zanicchi (who found time between parliamentary commitments.. BUAHUAHUAHUAH.. to present a scandalous piece that decidedly penalized her), Gemelli Divers (no comment), and Albano (who always tries, never once does he just stay hoeing in his acres of crops), also aided by the instant elimination of Afterhours and Tricarico, the bewilderment in front of Patty Pravo's breasts, Renga's misplaced lyricism, etc..
Our friend, escaping a future as a shepherd in Gennargentu or as a hairdresser for eager single forty-year-olds, rightfully enters the fantastic world of the greatest lady-killer singers of the new century and aims to become the future leading male representative of Italian music in the world, trying to snatch the scepter from Ramazzotti and Zucchero.
Yes, because listening to Marco Carta, the similarities are obvious: a quarter of Ramazzotti, mixed with a quarter of Baglioni, Tozzi, and a quarter of anyone approaching karaoke for the first time.
His way of singing is stale, more than a piece of gorgonzola forgotten at the back of the fridge for months, his hoarse vocals (I don't know if he does it on purpose or if he really has vocal cords issues) would annoy even a deaf person (with all due respect to the deaf), and his artistic ability is certainly equal to that of the creator of "Dragon Ball" theme songs (also, he resembles some character from the series).
I'm sorry to speak ill, Carta is a guy who surely, reading about his life, hasn't had much satisfaction and has also experienced tragedies that are no laughing matter, but what pisses me off is that he has become yet another product to be exploited by people without morals or scruples who, once they have ridden the wave and gathered as much as possible, will let him sink alone and Aunt Maria's phone, in times of need, will always be busy.
Listening to the tracks of the album still makes you lose your patience after the first 2 minutes, and surely he is accompanied by, or forced to have, well-prepared and competent musicians, who manage to package a drab base ("Per sempre"), without head or tail, specifically designed to support and highlight Carta's voice which wants to resemble Baglioni at all costs but strains embarrassingly in the attempt to rise in tone.
The sauce is always the same throughout the follow-up, "Anima di nuvola", designed for droves of teenage girls who go dumb dreaming of laying their lips (and more) on those (and more) of their young erotic dream, "Un grande libro nuovo" brings back to the unbearable Tozzi of the '80s with tongue-tied choruses, and the piece that gives the album its title is really to be forgotten after the first listening (if you're unlucky enough to hear it).
And from here onwards the ideas (big word) drastically end to make way for a bunch of covers: "E tu" - Baglioni, as if the original version hadn't already been annoying us for decades, "Ti pretendo" - Raf, to attract the girls who hadn't yet succumbed after the first four pieces, "La donna cannone" - De Gregori, which in an album like this I would have had the decency to leave out, "Vita" - Dalla/Morandi, in duet with his guru Luca Jurman (for the series we are also recommended inside the record, not just around) and, in the sweet end, "Mi ritorni in mente", since Lucio has already rolled millions of times in his grave, one more or less..
Now I wonder: would they have given anyone else a record opportunity like this, recording an album half made of covers? I mean, even if I went to any record company and proposed four sappy pieces and as many randomly placed covers as filler, would I be sure to be produced?
Marco, you are young, I am glad you got a chance, really.. Anyway, you could have played it better since there's already one Baglioni and he has already annoyed us a lot, fortunately, Ramazzotti is almost over, and Tozzi hasn't been heard for years..
Pino Scotto is right, those who manage the business have ruined and made this country ridiculous both culturally and artistically, and to think we taught the world how to paint, to sculpt, to write, to build, to make great music, and even to discover that the earth revolves around the sun and not vice versa (Right, isn't it? It's the earth that orbits the sun!?!).
We've lost credibility everywhere, and everyone makes fun of us!
Thank you..
Sometimes it's tough, but deep down in my heart, despite everything.. ALWAYS PROUD TO BE ITALIAN!!
P.S.: Marco, come on, admit you do your eyebrows!!!
P.S. (2): A few days ago I was at the town's sports center watching my daughter play carefree and calmly with her little friend, in my pocket, I had my faithful MP3 player which, for the enjoyment of the ears, was repeating "Tripod" by the much-missed Alice in Chains (great album) and I was lounging on a bench when, from the stands next to the soccer field, since I only had one earbud in the right ear, a music caught my ear, coming out of a cell phone held by a group of fourteen-year-old girls waiting to be deflowered (or not) and boys waiting to pick their immaculate fruit of passion.
So I listened more attentively and recognized "La forza mia" of our mythical papered hero and everyone singing convinced..
At the moment, a shocking sadness came over me, then, after a few seconds, I thought to myself: look at these four losers, in the end, I dodged a bullet, damn how lucky I was to be born in the early glorious '70s!
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