MR. G KNEW IT ALL...
An excursus through Gaber's production, between his prophecies/dystopias that later turned out to be disturbingly true and the sideways visions of all our lives, between daily habits and quirks, miseries and aspirations, the political and the personal.
We pick up from the beginning of the second part of his career, a time when he took his own texts and those of Sandro Luporini on endless theatrical tours across Italy, where the audience would also participate as they used to back then, standing up and voicing their opinions, even in open opposition to the artist who would respond, sometimes emerging worse for wear and other times not. Now it seems more common to give him a like on Feisbucc or become a hater of his, given that it seems no one expresses anything in public anymore, limiting themselves to hiding behind a nickname or a pseudonym.
Sometimes I find myself wondering what he would think about this or that event; honestly, I would sometimes be curious to know, so...

Giorgio Gaber - Il Pelo

"I really need so little... I have nothing..."