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Rating: It seems quite evident to me that in the polymorphic world of musical-literature no celestial de-justitia* truly resides.
I wouldn't know how else to explain what my stroboscopically startled, incredulous eyes and para-bewildered, titillated ears had the honor and intimate appropriate pleasure (as well as a certain kind of oblique annoyance**) to perceive/experience just yesterday (Saturday) night.
To keep it brief: the writer Massimo Carlotto, the narrating voice, assisted by the very versatile as well as stocky and mustachioed (quite) Ricky Gianco, singing voice and guitar, the very fine multi-instrumentalist Maurizio Camardi, various saxophones + live electronics, and the megalithic Patrizio Fariselli [de-cribbio!! Fariselli.. I struggle (and, I hope, the other phenomenal co-protagonists won't mind me for it) to believe it: it's called/aka RobbaDaMatti!!!1] on the piano, offered an enriching and humanity-filled happy as well as intense page; a perfect and synergic musical-literary amalgam named "La terra della mia anima", taken from the recent text of the same Carlotto, based on the adventurous, documented, not only delinquent, real vicissitudes of the recently deceased itinerant/rogue Messer Beniamino Rossini.
A performance truly with the counter(cotton)swabs: with the proposed pages of the tumultuous and somewhat disjointed life of the reckless Rossini, narrated with lively and increasingly intimate and captivating participation, alternatives were found in (let's say) the soundtrack contributions, which brought back, giving them appropriate light and new vitality, some immortal audio pages, more and more semi-obscured (not only by the presenters); on the strictly musical front, in the disturbing and appropriate melange proposed (ranging from the Rebel "Pugni Chiusi" to "Precipito, Precipito"), I personally appreciated in a solid and layered manner some remarkable reprises of some among the most brilliant and epochal Aree-Areostatic pieces: an exclusively pianoforte-themed, bumpy, "Cometa Rossa" followed later by the historic and devastating "Luglio, Agosto, settembre (Nero)" dating back to the last quarter of the previous millennium, which, as far as I'm concerned, are still today among the most upright pentagrammatic-furnitures ever coined from the night of the de-times to aujourd'hui.
In short: really a very beautiful fazenda (although, alas, for a few and sparse intimates).
* to provide an example and without taking anything away, to be clear, from the banana-esque Character as well as assuming the natural premise that the two events have little to share: precisely one week ago, last Saturday July 14, 2007, in that of Kalari (as happily Live-reported by Messer Don and Junio) the rugged old-school rocker Lù Rid filled, beyond the neighboring audiences of the ancient Roman Amphitheater [thanks to the ample presence of thousands of generous aurigliators], for the n-th time, his (I assume) well-filled pockets through the (surely enjoyable, chillonega) n-th re-proposition, under different audio-guises, of an old and, it's rumored {personally I couldn't provide any active testimony on it: I wouldn't know anything}, "Berlinese" album(e) of 1973 (todaydway);
** conversely, those whom I urgently (otherwise I'll forget: I don't have significant flash memory) am about to briefly gossip about were welcomed by a (furthermore free) sparse handful (300 "people-person" [to cite those stinkers of Pissed Jeans] at maximum overdrive) of sprawled individuals of whom, according to estimate [hopefully reliable, after the 2006 politics disasters] SWG, at most a third had active knowledge of the actual project proposed on stage and the relative humanity of such an upright blend of sound-literature.
*** (?) now: it's not that Mister Lurid does not deserve (he surely does) what is generously heaped upon him today, however, cribbio, to see these Lords here on a somewhat rundown stage and treated/considered (this, to be clear, did not in any way affect the qualitative outcomes of the performance) like unlikely entertainers of the annual parish festival, it must be conceded, it seems at least questionable if not moderately sad (on the contrary): but life goes on (as the Entombed curiously sang).
***+* I forgot: the evening in question is an integral part of the '07 edition's schedule of the annual ' Mare e Miniere' Event.
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