Vasco Rossi
Fronte del palco Live (disc 1)

THE REVIEW

With this way of writing that I have, I can write a bunch of reviews because you IGNORAMUSES are there, who when you see that the review was done by me, you rush over to be KNOW-IT-ALLS and vomit your frustrations—your wife's/girlfriend's affair with some big black guy, work, promotions, debts, fear of tomorrow, graduates looking for a job just for graduates of course because the idea of starting from the bottom and getting your hands dirty, heaven forbid.

Given that there are reviews of this kind, you all come in droves and start shouting curses that would bring 2012 to tomorrow, but it doesn’t matter because you will remain IGNORAMUSES.

This concert is a hell of a concert, no matter what you pathetic sophisticated know-it-alls say, bound by snobbism on par with average Italian mediocrity.
This double live CD by Vasco Rossi contains songs with guts, with a depth similar to our greatest Italian songwriters and sacred monsters of rock, stuff that would make the Rolling Stones and the Clash tremble, with Andrea Braido on guitar and Andrea Innesto on sax to scare you, it feels like seeing Dickson’s sheep from Blade Runner in the sky, splendid atmospheres for my generation raised with Lamù, Tiger Man, Gundam, Gordian, and Jeeg Steel Robot, while half of those on this site are kids, some even KNOW-IT-ALLS raised with De Filippi and X-pander or whatever the hell it's called.

Vasco is like Oliver Stone, if you want to know what Oliver Stone is like, read my review of Any Given Sunday and you'll also know what Oliver Stone is like.
Let me tell you that that slick Blasco has the money to pay off people like Steff Burns, Slash, Maurizio Solieri, Deen Castronovo and none other than Vinnie Colaiuta.

But this is another story, I don’t care about the current Vasco, I’m not interested, let alone you who are only good at being KNOW-IT-ALLS CLEM CLEM.

For those who love not only rock but music in general, they will find their peace in this album, songs like Muoviti!, Blasco Rossi, C'è chi dice no, Dillo alla Luna, Tango (della gelosia), Deviazioni (THIS ONE SUCKS), Ogni volta, Ridere di te, Lunedì.
CD 2: Vivere una favola, Vita spericolata, Liberi liberi, Vivere senza te, Domenica lunatica, Siamo solo noi, Canzone, Albachiara.

Did you read them well? read them again!

Are you sure you read them well? read them again!

Now listen to them, really listen without prejudice, imagine being in those years, forget about who Vasco is now, now he’s an idiot, but before he was the BLASCO.

One who imitated Iggy Pop and Keith Richards, and who inhaled napalm.

Songs that give you goosebumps or balls.

But in the end, what do you know, it's like talking to a kid about Tiger Man or Megaloman, he’ll tell you it was awesome, but he won’t understand the essence, he will never have breathed the clean air of those times, when you looked up and saw the blue sky while now from my home the sky is blue/gray and the world is going to hell, and you can’t even get drunk because those bastards will take your license for 4 or 5 cocktails you have.

Now on cigarette packs, they write that if you smoke, you’ll die, but didn’t people die before too?
Instead NO, before cigarettes were tastier, because there were smuggled ones.
Before all these mental hassles didn't exist, now we need a lot of laws otherwise we'll shoot each other from night till morning.

Before THERE WERE THOSE WHO SAID NO, IT WAS JUST US and we were FREE FREE in a DAREDEVIL LIFE waiting to TELL THE MOON our DEVIATIONS to end with SUNNY that announced a CRAZY SUNDAY and to end with a shitty MONDAY.

Try asking a brat what DAREDEVIL LIFE means? you know what he’ll reply? That Tiger Man dies in the last episode under the spotlights... (go ahead, ask him for real)