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Rating: "and there's no pleasure even in telling everyone to go to hell for a night"
That blues is the music of those who are never satisfied. Imagine someone who dyes their goatee.
Once upon a time, Pino Daniele's music was a theory of coffee, bitter and sweet, sweet and bitter, one after the other. In fact, it was pure caffeine: two centuries later and a hundred times better than Runge, he managed to isolate that substance from the air of Naples and spray it like a good drug on (three) magnificent records. Later, in his coffee, Pino Daniele started pouring sugar into it like a toxic waste, a bad drug. And by now, for someone nearing sixty, for someone who offers as an encore "Io per lei", for someone who fences off a square with a name that's ironically evocative just-for-money, for someone who winters in Sabaudia, for someone who cuts memorable pieces from his concert setlists, there simply isn't a true cure.
But even off the stage, it's dreadful: kids with styled hair, kids who don't laugh, kids who don't sweat, kids who don't dance. So the concert flows "already all predictable", not even "ma che ho", not even "a testa in giù", not even "Viento 'e terra" shakes the torpor, and even to the notes of "Napule è" it feels like a Baglioni concert. The joy of "Yes I know my way" is the only note tuned to the past, "je so' pazzo" dies slowly after the first verse, "Vento di passione" comes straight out of a plagiarism fair ("notturno delle tre"), "Terra Mia"? no longer; "Anema e core?" who knows; the boos against Gigi D'Alessio? stadium boos, just for madness, from a stand that doesn't think, also because if they were impartial boos, they should have rained on half the concert. Giorgia and Irene? Is it a sit-com? The Avion Travel, excellent but incompatible by birth with the old Pino. The supergroup is a soufflé gone wrong, let's hope it puffs up during the tour, let's hope. Even just for a moment, even lowering the tone of the songs, even forgetting the words, even playing for just an hour, even for intervalla insaniae. Also because I can't believe he doesn't have a bit of anger, that he already feels like a retiree enjoying the income; I can't think he's converted to the eco-friendly trend that solves everything; I can't accept that he turns into a classy parking attendant; perhaps he no longer feels the burden of a generation?
Well, I still have hope...
"that the night is not right, that the night is not this one"
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