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Things happen by chance that lead you to do things you never imagined (not even with years and years of flash experiences like Ally Mc Beal and JD from Scrubs).
Simple things like signing up for a website and "meeting" people (and I'm not talking about some sleazy dating site! People with a passion for music, and if you're reading this, you know I'm talking about you) and about a year later, you find yourself on a Sunday morning skipping "the opera commentator club" not because of a hangover, not because you overslept, but because you are accompanying your mother to Sandro Giacobbe's concert. You read that right, Sunday morning! Even Sandro was pleasantly surprised by this return to matinée. His short, noticeably dark hair matched the leather jacket (without writings) and made him almost unrecognizable, but his voice and his famous songs left no room for doubt, it was really him!
The square for the "ammito di San Giuseppe" was packed with people enjoying their idol (in the case of traditional religious representations, I never know how to define the spectators: church fans or Sandro's devotees? Too much confusion...). Among the various songs performed by Sandro, the Sanremo hits “Signora mia”, “Gli occhi verdi di tua madre”, ''Sarà la nostalgia'', couldn’t be missing, sung by everyone, men and women alike, in a nostalgic choir (pardon the pun). Well, anyone who does not experience one of his live shows misses the chance to know his story, or rather, his shamelessly autobiographical stories (but they all fell at his feet, oh… look at that!). Noteworthy is his song written for the Zecchino d'Oro “Insieme noi” from 2013. Finally, he recalled his involvement with the national singers' team with a medley of songs by the team's members who made the history of Italian music (from Pooh to Pupo, from Antonacci to Ramazzotti, Morandi and many others) eclectic and “fun” when he “slightly butchered” the lyrics of “Mi piaci” by Alex Britti.
The daylight prevented the use of lighters or phones to create "atmosphere", but it didn't matter to the faithful/fans/spectators/choir members who surely in their minds went back to those years, when they saw themselves in his stories. Once the concert was over, there was only one thing left to do, and strangely it wasn't grabbing a couple of beers and a big sandwich (which would have been more than fine with me), but given the time, hunger brought us back to reality: straight to Sunday lunch!
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