MR. G ALREADY KNEW EVERYTHING….

An overview of Gaber's production, between his prophecies/dystopias that have sometimes come true in a shocking way and the sideways visions of our lives, among daily habits and tics, miseries and aspirations, the political and the personal. We take him from the beginning of the second part of his career, the one in which, in different times, he brought his texts, those of Sandro Luporini, on endless theatrical tours throughout Italy, where even the audience intervened as was customary then, standing up and sharing their thoughts, even in open opposition to the artist, who would respond and at times emerge bruised, other times not. Nowadays, it seems more appropriate to give a like on Feisbucc or become his hater, as it appears that no one expresses anything publicly anymore, limiting themselves to hiding behind a nickname, or a pseudonym. I often find myself wondering what he would think about this or that event; sometimes I'm genuinely curious to know, just…

Giorgio Gaber - I padri miei I padri tuoi (8 - CD2)

"A clean, almost white figure emerges, bloodless, a presence with very little depth that leaves no trace, a presence of no substance that dissolves, frays, a disjointed figure emerges, which, thinking about it, gives the impression of freedom as a whole…” Have you ever heard anything more ruthless and raw about the figure of the father, yesterday as today?