MR. G KNEW EVERYTHING...

A journey through Gaber's work, between his prophecies/dystopias that have sometimes unsettlingly come true and the lateral visions of all our lives, amidst daily habits and quirks, misery and aspirations, the political and the personal. We pick it up from the beginning of the second part of his career, a time when he took the texts, his own and those of Sandro Luporini, on endless theatrical tours throughout Italy, where the audience also participated as they used to back then, standing up and sharing their opinions, even in open opposition to the artist, who would sometimes respond and come out worse for wear, sometimes not. Nowadays, it seems one would prefer to give a like on Feisbucc or become a hater, as it appears that no one expresses anything in public anymore, limiting themselves to hiding behind a nickname or a pseudonym. I sometimes find myself wondering what he would think about this or that issue; indeed, there are times I would be curious to know, so...

Giorgio Gaber - L'odore

“It's nauseating... I can’t take it anymore...”