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Rating: I don't know if you remember what those small Nutella packages were like. Yes, come on. When I was little, many years ago, there were still those rectangular ones that had some sort of raised shelf in the center. They were terrible, a kind of unintentional system that adults had to make you start understanding that life, as an adult, would be perilous. They prepared you with subliminal micro-messages and you didn't grasp them at all while you performed advanced contortionist exercises with your tongue. You didn't understand it, but the message made its way into your mind. Because, do you mean to tell me that you didn't put your tongue in there to dig into the corners? -What's that got to do with anything? -Nothing, it's just that this morning I had breakfast overlooking the rooftops of Milan, which, when viewed from certain angles, looked like Paris, and while watching the swallows fly low I realized that things are even harder today. -Oh yeah? How so? -
Today's small Nutella packages are jar-shaped, and there are at least six different types of corners. Your tongue doesn't get back into shape for an hour after you're done. So yesterday I boarded a train at 4:15 PM and after three hours and forty-five minutes, I was in Milan. Lombardy. Gray sky and everything else, including sandals and bare feet. All this to go to Casa 139 on Via Ripamonti to see my Superhero participate in Magazzenobis. - Who, Omar Pedrini? -Yes! Exactly him. Magazzenobis is a show usually recorded in Bologna. This time, since I was the one going, they decided to do it in Milan. Obviously...
This show is recorded inside a littorina from the museum of Pietrarsa. It's a model that has been specifically renovated and modified to allow the program's authors to work in an environment suited to the quality of the product offered. The littorina was transformed into a sort of musical convoy. The inner walls were painted liver red and fitted with extremely comfortable minimalist sadomasochistic seats made of transparent plexiglass. The organizers of the evening expressly requested that the littorina be transported to Milan for the occasion. To bring it into the second floor of Casa 139, Mr. Magazzeno expressly dismantled and reassembled it in record time. For Mr. Magazzeno, nothing is impossible. At the entrance of the littorina, the distinguished conductor indicates our seats and takes orders for the snack included in the show. I order bread and tomato. Mr. Magazzeno takes the stage and the customary ruckus is made. On stage, Paolo Benvegnù & Ensamble, a well-known musician and founder of the hypersensibility movement. In the VIP Parterre, there are plenty of big names, among which, if I'm not mistaken, are TV personality Paola Frizziero, entrepreneur Giovanni Rana, and singer Anna Tatangelo.
The show begins with a hilarious intermezzo offered by the Gnù and then unfolds between the new songs and the interview with Mr. Magazzeno. The Gnù grant us four unreleased tracks that will be part of their new work to be released around February 2007. Noteworthy is an intermezzo in which the audience is asked to ask Paolo some questions: (A gentleman) Do you feel more like a Milanese or Bergamasco? (The Gnù) Well, if I have to tell the truth, I feel Aretino. Then there's a skit in contemporary Aretino to tease his musicians. To the question: But when will the new work be released? Paolo replies: I don't know!
Everything flows very pleasantly until after the fourth song, when Mr. Magazzeno returns to the stage. Another question goes to Benvegnù, while Paolo is about to answer, a noticeable murmur arises from the back of the hall. A spotlight illuminates a distinguished gentleman dressed in a khaki suit and a red bow tie, who, brandishing a microphone, walks with a measured stride toward the stage and pronounces in a marked manner: ARE YOU PAOLO BENVEGNÙ THE ENPANSE TAX EVADER? Mr. Benvegnù, after a moment of total bewilderment, quickly recovers and starts hitting the stranger with the microphone stand, then jumps off the stage and loses himself in the dark crowd, running at full speed. The audience is still convinced that all this is part of the show, but the faces of the other musicians bring them back to the sad truth. Paolo Benvegnù not only evades the enpanse but also brawls in venues and then abandons his audience, disappearing into the night. Stuff that makes Manuel Agnelli seem like a good guy in comparison. The musicians are extremely embarrassed, and even Mr. Magazzeno doesn't know what to do. In a stroke of genius, Andrea Franchi stands up and, gathering the rest of the group, decides to find a replacement singer to finish the evening. From the audience emerges the head of a gray-haired forty-something, a bit of a belly, but tall and of good posture, elegantly dressed, with huge hands. They bring him on stage. The guy introduces himself: My name is Paul Welcome, I play a little and can also sing. He turns to the three and says: Follow me.
He starts: I can't stay still with my hands in my hands, I have many things to do before tomorrow comes... And if she's already asleep, I can't rest, I'll make sure that upon waking up, she can't forget me anymore - Come on! It's impossible!!! Don't believe me? -NO!- Then all that's left is to listen to the program's replays that will be broadcast on the radio... and anyway, if you don't trust me, next time, instead of staying home, come with me and you'll have less to criticize!
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