Fabrizio De André - Dolcenera (Live)
I picked this one just as I could’ve picked any other. Sorry, but this morning maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or maybe I’m getting old, or I don’t know what, but can I just say that De André, and all the left-wing singer-songwriters from De Gregori, Guccini, whoever you want, have really pissed me off? Let the office workers, the happy gypsies, the generals, the puppets without strings, the joys and revolutions, the locomotives—they can all go where I say. No, for those asking, I wasn’t there in the ‘70s, and I’m happy I wasn’t; I’ve listened to that kind of music for years, I liked it, but today, at 41, I can say it’s smashed my balls. And De André, being quoted by everyone every second—he’s really getting on my nerves, especially the whole thing about calling him a poet (he was no goddamn poet; poets were Leopardi and Pascoli, Carducci and Foscolo): well, I just can’t stand him anymore. Now go ahead and shoot me.