Rome 1981. It's early morning, Rino is returning home. He wandered around clubs, searching for that genuine humanity that gave him the reason for being both a man and an artist at the same time. A moment of sleepiness and a truck passing by hit his Volvo 343 head-on, just a few meters from his home.
An ungrateful death, a punishment often paid by those who do not compromise with reality.
Rino simply couldn't tolerate Italian misconduct, but unlike his singer-songwriter colleagues, "the elected group" of Guccinian memory, he knew how to expose scandals and subterfuges with a cheerful and carefree appearance. "Ma il cielo è sempre più blu" is somewhat his manifesto song, a cheerful refrain to sing in the shower, a text narrating various humanity, of Italian vices and virtues, without declarations, without politics.
A modern storyteller who openly recognized being on the side of the "sole brothers" trampled and hated, oppressed and fragmented.
Rino had certainties, he loved the South and its practical people; he provides an passionate portrait of this world in "La festa di Maria" and "I tuoi occhi sono pieni di sale," songs that imply his love for a barren and fascinating land, a heartfelt and due tribute free from accommodating rhetoric. In "E cantava le canzoni" the folk approach fits well with the figure of the immigrant, in this Rino proves to be a pioneer of a new way of experimenting with folk in singer-songwriter music ahead of his time, a model that today is adopted by many new groups.
"Gianna" has become a classic of Italian music, here too a cheerful and seemingly trivial tune hides the theme of female emancipation against the prevailing morals.
We all need Rino a little, he left alone but his light and his great humanity didn't die with him.