Paolo Rossi
In Italia Si Sta Male

In Italy EVERYTHING is sanctified and everything is used to sell, they say... holy words, it seems!
Now, for example, let's talk about this “Luxury Marketing Stunt” done by our Paolino Rossi and his character who perpetually looks like a half-addict who seems to have woken up 3 minutes before you see him.

Now, if an artist like Rino Gaetano (in my opinion, even a bit overrated, but no one would ever dare to say it...) decides to keep a song in the drawer and/or NOT TO PUBLISH it in any case, there must be a reason, right?! If he's fooling around with the guitar on a demo and then doesn't develop it, there must have been a genuinely noble reason for him to desist from the endeavor, AM I WRONG? Or does everyone always create masterpieces, according to you?!

Now it just so happens that the sister of the late Rino (may he rest in peace) finds the aforementioned demo (which is fundamentally a completely banal and silly little song full of clichés – and here Rino's past irony fits as well - and which will be forgotten in less than 15 days), gives it to Claudia “The Cash” Mori who hands it over to Mauro “Parsley” Pagani who in turn passes it to Paolino “Sneaky” Rossi... basically, a vicious circle for what?
To get Rossi to the SanRemo Festival and revive our minstrel's television presence by reciting lines like: «In Italy you feel bad/you feel good you feel bad/you feel good you feel worse/here you feel like you feel», a country where «there is love/from birth to death/whether you're ugly or beautiful/whether you're rich or not» or the opening of “In Italy there is the sea/To swim and fish/With all the white beaches/Parasols stretched in the sun/In Italy you feel go-od/In Italy there is the sun/ To dry off when it rains”.

I repeat, one does not understand the artistic sense of such a fundamentally sad operation as this, all centered around the name of Rino Gaetano, used here more as a media decoy, that is, for hordes of journalists and news agencies always hungry for everything (newspapers and media talked about it for days) rather than for any earned artistic values. Here, in fact, there's very little “art”, forgive me, as rightly understood by the late companion, who, realizing the half-bullshit, abandoned the song to oblivion (unaware of what would become of it).
For me, such an operation will remain only a sign of VERY LITTLE respect for Rino (who must have turned in his grave seeing his private and completely rough moment splattered to 30 million Italians without his knowledge!) and a BIG TRICK on the part of those who managed the operation for commercial and economic purposes.

What I say is: a demo is a demo, damn it. Going to rummage through an artist's trash for scraps of silly songs that the original artist had rejected to draw notoriety and attention is never a good sign, regardless of the qualitative judgments (which are very relevant here) of the exhumed work.
Surely this extended Rossi family (between Blasco, Paolo, Valentino etc) it's hard to tell who's the sneakiest, isn't it? ;-)