Who knows how to clothe Rino Gaetano today. Cylinder and rod are evergreen that would do their scene in sixty years, indeed well liked and a Petrolini Buscaglione, two idols of the young boy who emigrated from Calabria to Rome. Yes, because today the "one-child brother" of the Italian song to celebrate his sixtieth birthday. If a bloody dawn on the front Nomentana not if it were taken away, twenty-nine years ago, Rino would still be there to laugh at ourselves, of self and others and with poetic irony to tell us what will happen in a couple of decades. Yes, because he, modern society has already described and sung in the seventies. There seem anachronistic ways these? "To you who hate politicians imbrillantinati that minimize their crimes, willing to fuck up everything just to save their worldly dignity" or "Blessed is the war, those who do and those who settle, but still more blessed is the war when is holy. "
's so far from us the speculation of "manufactured homes" or indifference of the general "Nuntereggae more"? Rino perhaps knew that we must leave soon, and we imagined the world would come. Scratching and smiling, with a look at the past and a strong powers, looking into her eyes. "I will write about the world and its ugliness," he promised, and this did. Perhaps we can imagine her clothes, the bittersweet grimace, the look over. But it is rather risky to draw a profile of a hypothetical Gaetano sixty. Already in the last months of life had revealed a dislike for the discography that labeled as "jester" suspended between irony, satire and spontaneity. The deep intellectual honesty would not publish certain discs only "live", would never become a photocopy of an artist himself, sad, disappointed or sui generis as many of his colleagues, for the first close friend in 1980 from which Antonello Venditti already distanced. Some people see the "scourge", a sort of Beppe Cricket in music, who showman Gaber alternative to the south. According to the friend, Bruno Franceschelli, Rino would return to his first love: theater. He's probably right, who better knew the artistic ambitions and tensions in human. With society getting worse, the songs would not be sufficient to hold his arrows, the questions, the screams of pain and sneers. On the other hand had already anticipated the P2, which lobbies to come to an agreement economy, politics, entertainment, football and fashion. Maybe we would see the turn Tent with Paolo Rossi, Marco Travaglio, sharing the stage with or Sabina Guzzanti or whatever, is working on a grand musical about the history of Italy but ... all assumptions are only words, perhaps unnecessary. Dictated only by the desire to tell Rino that now more than ever, we miss someone like him who can make us laugh intelligence without taking itself too seriously, which makes us look ahead without fear and without losing sight of this. What remains to do is take an old vinyl (much better than fiction anthology remixed or heartless) and start to listen to it again. If we were to materialize before us a young gentleman of a certain age, with bowler hat and cane, we would not have nothing else to say except "Hello, Rino."
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