We are in 1971, debut album by Professor Vecchioni, who catapults us into a world of hypocrisies, falsehoods, stereotypes, and betrayals in which it is truly difficult to stay afloat, to continue being oneself, to pursue one's dreams and ideals, and to remain consistent with one's choices. A world in which Vecchioni feels truly trapped, one that will remain a central theme throughout his entire poetic oeuvre.
The issue of being oneself and not being commodified or sold to the public appears strikingly in that magnificent ballad "Luci a San Siro." A true masterpiece in which the professor, through a dialogue with his record executives who demand simple HitParade pop songs, responds by speaking of his youth and a love he had to abandon precisely because of his dream of becoming a singer-songwriter.
But by now choices have been made, the path has been taken, and there is no point in lamenting the good old days as in "Il Tamburo Battuto": "I know I lived in other times, for all that I loved and felt was mine, with so many different domino pieces and the uncertain smile of a woman in my heart"
In the record, we find a series of characters who are victims of this society, including the "Povero Ragazzo" betrayed by his woman, perhaps with his best friend: "Poor boy, I am with the woman you love and once loved, but I would rather die than know that tonight you are crying over her." Characters who partly share the same suffering as Vecchioni, like the "illegitimate son poet" protagonist of the title track to whom a father-master (creator of everything who never makes mistakes) calls him a "infamous chatterbox" and even denies him the company of the woman he loves, instead favoring the legitimate son, the "accountant," to whom everything is owed.
A father even capable of condemning his "poet" son: "For the world that is mine, I curse you, you will have twenty years all your life, but you can only love Margherita."
The story of the "poet" continues with "Io non devo andare in via Ferrante Aporti," a humorous song in which the protagonist does everything to avoid coming face to face with his half-brother. With a very rhythmic music to give the right sense of irony to the song.
In "Improvviso Paese," we find instead a Vecchioni who decides to take some vacations and visit a military friend of his, but through a strange twist of fate, he ends up in a village from his childhood where once the dream, the hope, the trust in a better world were still alive:
"and it was the time I believed in
this crappy dog world
I had everything, I smiled at you
now it's too late to go back
but I see myself as I was then
without promises to keep
without people to flatter
and you who were the only love;
and suddenly here the sun screams
it's not September to be thirty
and July like when I believed
that you had given me love"
In "this crappy dog world" it is not surprising that someone chooses an extreme gesture like suicide as an escape, narrated in a mix of sadness and melancholy in "Lui s'è ne andato."
"At least he could have left on a sunny day
he could have made noise as always
he could not leave only me and his fear
he could have told me with pain he closed this evening"
The theme of the desire for suicide is expressed very ironically also in songs like "Per la cruna di un ago" and "Cambio Gioco," where the concept of the difficulty of making songs while remaining consistent with one's ideas without falling consequently into the commercial is emphasized:
"The ball spins aimlessly, my number is not there
maybe I'll change game, all the fault of the croupiers.
I'll play with the gun as when I was a cowboy
only instead of at the cows
I'll shoot between my eyes."
The album is of pleasant listening, considering it's early days, and Vecchioni's poetry is of a high level, even if not perfectly defined, as it will be in albums like "Ipertensione" and "Elisir." Even the music offers mostly sparse arrangements, although the piano in "Luci a San Siro" is chilling, managing to convey the sense of sadness and melancholy evoked by the song, as does the guitar in "Povero Ragazzo," but mostly they accompany the pathos that Vecchioni's voice manages to create. The arrangements will gradually become more refined in Vecchioni's subsequent albums until reaching peaks as in "Samarcanda" and "Calabuig."
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
06 Luci a San Siro (04:19)
Hanno ragione, hanno ragione
mi han detto è vecchio tutto quello che lei fa
parli di donne da buoncostume
di questo han voglia se non l'ha capito già
e che gli dico? guardi non posso
io quando ho amato, ho amato dentro gli occhi suoi
magari anche fra le sue braccia
ma ho sempre pianto per la sua felicità
Luci a San Siro di quella sera
che c'è di strano siamo stati tutti là
ricordi il gioco dentro la nebbia
tu ti nascondi e se ti trovo ti amo là
ma stai barando, tu stai gridando
così non vale è troppo facile così
trovarti, amarti, giocare il tempo
sull'erba morta con il freddo che fa qui
Ma il tempo emigra, mi han messo in mezzo
non son capace più di dire un solo no
ti vedo e a volte ti vorrei dire
ma questa gente introno a noi che cosa fa
fa la mia vita, fa la tua vita
tanto doveva prima o poi finire lì
ridevi e forse avevi un fiore
non ti ho capita, non mi hai capito mai
Scrivi Vecchioni, scrivi canzoni
che più ne scrivi più sei bravo e fai danè
tanto che importa a chi le ascolta
se lei c'è stata o non c'è stata e lei chi è
fatti pagare, fatti valere
più abbassi il capo e più ti dicono di sì
e se hai le mani sporche che importa
tienile chiuse nessuno lo saprà
Milano mia portami via
fa tanto freddo e schifo e non ne posso più
facciamo un cambio prenditi pure quel po' di soldi
quel po' di celebrità
ma dammi indietro la mia seicento
i miei vent'anni ed una ragazza che tu sai
Milano scusa stavo scherzando
luci a San Siro non ne accenderanno più
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