Forget about the seaweed, weight loss treatments, lottery numbers, scams, curses, magic candles; forget all the disgraceful and criminal exploitation orchestrated by the politically aligned media and judiciary to discredit this woman, no, this Artist. While you're at it, forget about that stunning daughter Stefania Nobile and also (I know it's difficult, but at least try!) that handsome Brazilian hunk known as Mago do Nascimento who has been a part of, and perhaps still populates, your erotic dreams: today I want to talk about this extraordinary performer, this so influential, so gifted, so talented singer who managed, with just one song, to become a reference artist for many other significant musical figures destined to emerge and ride the wave of global success while she, the North Star, the pure talent, the genius, creativity personified, unfortunately remains an underground reality, since her personality, her unique and out-of-the-box style, her so varied, so indie, so raw, direct, sweaty music, would never ever have allowed her to break into the ultra-polished and glossy world of MTV.

It's 1989: the '80s are coming to an end: the Eastern Bloc is about to implode, the Berlin Wall is about to fall, Saddam Hussein is about to invade Kuwait, the golden era of Motley Crue is waning, Nirvana releases their first album and, above all, Wanna Marchi, accompanied by the magnificent Pommodores, a supergroup of virtuoso musicians of prog-liscio extraction, records her first single, which was supposed to be just the first step towards an unstoppable climb that should have brought the divine Wanna to the level of people like The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, U2, Vasco Rossi, and Milli Vanilli: the song is called "D'Accordo" and it's a transcendental masterpiece where a lover of good music can find everything they need.

The beginning is overwhelming: Wanna proclaims "e allora divertiamoci, d'accordo?"; impossible, unless you're an intellectual prostitute, not to hear an echo of these lyrics in Kurt Cobain's "here we are now, entertain us", starting a great melodic crescendo in which The Pommodores' psychedelic keyboards draw lysergic atmospheres reminiscent of the hippie sounds of the Summer of Love and Woodstock, all embellished by background choirs that elegantly accompany the wonderful voice of Wanna Marchi: a hoarse, abrasive, sarcastic voice, a voice tremendously expressive, feral and at times even diabolic, that becomes a generational bridge between the great rock icons of the past like Janis Joplin and future riot grrls like Courtney Love, a timid and commercial American response to the inimitable Wanna.

A separate chapter certainly deserves the lyrics, one of the most genius and inspired ever written by a human mind, but also canine, bovine, feline, and porcine: tell me, indeed, tell me which other artist has succeeded in one song in addressing with such intellectual depth and weight subjects so different: the inexorable passage of time, reminding us that we are all destined to age and die, and that on this earth, we are nothing but fleeting shadows: "how old are you? Twenty? Thirty? Forty? Fifty? Sixty? Seventy? Eighty? One hundred twenty-five? Two hundred thirty-five?", the most titillating, repressed, and perverse sexual frustration: "my heart explodes, unbutton your shirt, please! Yes! Ah ah ah! Yes!", the denunciation of rampant capitalism and materialism for its own sake, particularly genius and ahead of its time: "what do you do? Always chasing after money!? What do you need it for? Don't you know that in life money counts for nothing?!" and finally the heartbreaking invitation to reassume our dimension as men, to rediscover ourselves, to find in the deepest feelings our refuge from the storms of life: "which keys? The keys of fantasy, of life, and of love! Do you agree? You don't agree! Ah, you must agree! Because why!? Because life is love!"

And so, our Wanna began her singing career: in the USA the demo tape of "D'Accordo" was listened to by Rick Rubin, Brendan O'Brien, and Steve Albini, who, enthralled by such wonder, clearly agreed to produce, all together, the debut album of Wanna Marchi & The Pommodores, with contributions from artists like Ray Manzarek, Eric Clapton, Lars Ulrich, Joey De Maio, Boy George, Tom Araya, and LaToya Jackson, but unfortunately, this epochal project failed before it even began because it was opposed and boycotted in every way by the MTV establishment; thus from Wanna's discography we are left with only "D'Accordo", a song as epochal and marvelous as it is misunderstood and inconvenient for the powerful, art in its purest state.    

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By luckystar

 A song this beautiful and flawlessly executed deserves to be remembered and celebrated every day!

 The raspy rock voice of Marchi, who, thanks to her talent, takes the song to an even higher level!!!