MR. G KNEW IT ALL...
A journey through Gaber's work, between his prophecies/dystopias that sometimes unsettlingly came true and the sideways visions of our lives, filled with 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 the texts, his own and those of Sandro Luporini, on interminable theatrical tours throughout Italy, where even the audience participated as was common then, standing up and voicing their opinions, even in open opposition to the artist who would respond, sometimes emerging battered, sometimes not. Nowadays, it would be preferred to give him a like on Feisbucc or become one of his haters, as 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; indeed, sometimes I would be curious to know, just...
Giorgio Gaber - Polli d'allevamento (6 - CD2) Dedicated with fierce polemic to the youth, both alternative and mainstream, of the late '70s. This song also cost him insults, shoves, and spits from some young people, both on the street and in the theater... In fact, especially at the end of the piece, he wasn't exactly lighthearted...
"Dear dear farmed chickens, who now hate out of frustration and not by choice, with that ambiguous and increasingly twisted expression, imagining that passing by you in a dimly lit street, one could not know whether to expect a smile or a stab....
In this your jumbled life that seems like a tail of a cut lizard, you agitate involuntarily, continuing to scream, until the heart bursts, between such strong cheer and a lovely sense of death...."
