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Rating: No joke: I would marry him. Even right away.
Not only because he is handsome and has shared with me since adolescence the drama of the complex management of an absolutely independent and unmanageable hairstyle with a strong personality, a topic with which he impressed the public over 15 years ago at the Festival dei Fiori. But also and above all because, besides being an excellent and fine musician, he is a man of great sensitivity, educated, courteous, pure, spontaneous.
Having appreciated him since his beginnings, I've always had this idea of him as a human being, long before 2010, the year when (with the well-known and violent shocking event) his life was forever changed.
Since then, as everyone knows by now, it's as if he's constantly enveloped by this bubble that permeates him, pierces him, and surrounds him, projecting him into the future with the heavy legacy of such a past.
Although he has returned to the stage, with great strength and plausible passion, starting to give the audience himself and his talent again, it’s as if, understandably, this aura never stops enveloping him, almost like a shroud.
All this, on stage, was so evident it became immediately tangible.
Not only for his gaze, clouded even in his smile, not only for his voice, suffering yet firm, and not for his composed and humble demeanor in front of the passionate explosion of the audience. But for the legacy of a life lesson that goes beyond death and loss, loss in a general sense and the idea of certainty.
An awareness that not everyone has, of having nothing left to lose having already lost everything, and having known how to start again.
Therefore, what we could witness in the early days of this cold February at the Teatro dal Verme (great acoustics) was not just a simple concert, and none of the strong emotions felt simply fell into that category.
It would have been childish even to think of it.
Having made this indispensable premise, what remains is the music, the arrangements, the splendid execution, his voice, and the lyrics.
With him on stage were Roberto Angelini and his virtuosity on the steel guitar (who also opened the evening with a showcase for the release of his new CD), Gabriele Lazzarotti on bass, Fabio Rondanini on drums, Daniele “Mr Coffee” Rossi ('collaborator from Tiromancino') on samples/sampler, and Pier Cortese on vocals, guitar, and iPad.
At the opening, the instrumental Indie was quickly followed by Indipendente (play on words and meaning?) both taken from ECCO, the latest album that would be almost entirely performed during the evening, where the theme mentioned in the premise dominates.
After the first half hour, the most touching moment of the concert arrived, the one where, as Fabi said from the stage, “There are moments when you need to stop and reflect: these can take you to joyful places, or sometimes instead to dark and difficult places that, however, need to be visited as much as the former; now I’ll take you with me on a slightly dangerous journey” and thus began the intense performance, all in one breath, of Dentro, Elementare, Solo un uomo, Fuori o dentro, La Promessa.
About twenty minutes of shivers and emotion, played and interpreted magnificently, at the end of which we were sweetly and not too ironically asked whether we had run out of tissues, since now they will be needed to dry ourselves from the sweat of the second part of the concert, a bit more light-hearted and warm.
Here stood out Costruire (“We have a lot of really beautiful ones in store for you, and this is the beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful one!”), Vento d’estate (I don't think I've ever seen people applaud so much, marking the rhythm and singing with such transport, not even in stadium lives of Baglioni), E’ non è, Oriente, Offeso, Sedici modi di dire verde, even a medley with Aquarius (HAIR OST) conceptually linked for content affinity with Capelli, up to the emblematic closure with Lasciarsi un giorno a Roma for something like an hour and three quarters of live music.
Then after the usual audience invites, the acoustic encores began: Fuori o dentro, Il negozio di antiquariato, and finally (“Because usually after this we cannot play anything else”) the ‘dedication song’ par excellence, Ecco: another intense and intimate moment followed by a long ovation from the audience.
What can I say?
Two full hours of a substantial, intense, beautifully performed concert just as much as it was felt by the audience, very choir-like and why not, also fun at times.
I never imagined he could have so much energy, let alone coming from such pain.
HERE IT IS.
And I would marry him.
Even right away.
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