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The Starfish Fisherman.
Soccer, marathons, Pietro Mennea, and Sara Simeoni, up to the astronauts who have gone into orbit to leave the world below them. Sport as a metaphor for life has accompanied Bersani's sung poems from the beginning.
Even in his latest album "Psyco," the top player doesn't miss a nice shot, winning the critics' prize. The collection that celebrates his twenty-year career is, in fact, also the album containing the song with which Bersani decided to present himself at Sanremo.
In "Psyco," there is thus the whole world of Samuele Bersani, who with "Un pallone" and indeed "Psyco," begins to tell the best of himself.
Starting from the three-dimensional dreams of "Replay," ten years ahead of today's multifunctional TVs, he then moves on, in "Cattiva," to ironically celebrate all those who make scoops from others' pain to satisfy the hungry for news.
In "Lascia Stare," he then prohibits looking beyond the wall that stands before you, while in "Lo Scrutatore Non Votante," he makes fun of those who claim to be afraid of a little blood and yet are, of course, in favor of the electric chair.
He indulges in revival in "Pensandoti," when he invites us to listen to the B-side of old records or watch another Alberto Sordi film in the timeless "Chicco E Spillo."
Amid all these shots, there is also his old "Mostro," the debut song by Samuele that in '91 was much liked by the captain Grand Master Lucio Dalla (rest his soul!). Lucio took him along on the "Cambio" tour and then produced his first four albums, injecting him onto the stage of Italian songwriting promises.
The show of himself then continues with "Se Ti Convincerai," "Sogni," the splendid "Giudizi Universali," and even though not very stable, with "Meraviglia." Speaking of today's stability, he then adds "Sicuro Precariato" to bring some humor to today's ailments.
Ah "Che Vita!" one can really say dear Samuele, with stones to throw in "Le Mie Parole" and bruises that tend to turn yellow in "Un Periodo Pieno Di Sorprese," until by magic with two fingers on the condensation, you will draw a heart that time will not erase ("Valzer Nello Spazio").
After the "Concerto," encores of "Spaccacuore" and "Chiedimi Se sono felice" can't be missed, perhaps a bit predictable to some, but certainly historic.
Before falling asleep, then, in "Pesce D'Aprile," he counts sheep with a rifle in hand, while in "Pescatore D'Asterischi" and "Freak" he recalls himself and his past. He concludes his journey in a time of crisis where riots would break out over the sale of a center forward. "Caramella Smog."
Sport as a metaphor, indeed.
Listen To:
I: Giudizi Universali.
II: Ferragosto.
III: Una Delirante Poesia.
For Me:
A fan of Lucio Dalla since before I was born, I couldn't help but listen to someone like Bersani, who is surely inspired by the great master.
For those like me who appreciate the way he puts down words that only after become music, I recommend re-listening to "Caramella Smog."
"Che Vita!" instead, the other collection of Samuele's which in 2002 contained his best ten years of music, can be a starting point for non-enthusiasts like me.
For me, perhaps a week with a psychoanalyst won't be denied, obviously not forgetting to tip the executioner (another quote, wow!).
But there's no doubt, Samuele was also a great champion at Sanremo. Beautiful shoes.
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