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(en) Sicilia Libertaria 2-24: Gaber, De Andrè, Rai and us (ca, de, it, pt, tr) [machine translation]

Date Mon, 4 Mar 2024 10:24:39 +0200


January is the month of good resolutions and for 20 years Rai has been the time to remember Giorgio Gaber and Fabrizio De Andrè, both of whom died this month. This year, then, the opportunity was double. If for the Milanese singer-songwriter, who died on 1 January 2003, the occasion was the screening of the documentary "Io, noi e Gaber", released just a few months ago at the cinema, for the Genoese singer-songwriter it was instead the 25th anniversary of his death, with public television which in this case opted for a simpler retrieval from the rich archive. Allergic as I am to anniversaries, I still subjected myself to viewing these tributes. Partly because these are two still fundamental artists, with incredible writing and wonderful voices, partly because I am fascinated by the life paths of these two men born bourgeois who then become a little anarchic (Gaber) and a more completely anarchist (De Andrè), partly because I want to be surprised by the ability of state bodies like Rai to misrepresent and trivialize complex thoughts.

The documentary "Io, noi e Gaber" immediately betrays the authorial desire of Riccardo Milani, who is also a well-known film director and is always looking for the effective shot or suggestive juxtaposition, even if it often turns out to be didactic. If it is true that it is difficult to make Gaber's theater-song accessible to the new generations, it is undeniable that Milani tries very timidly, preferring to give only one space to the "young quota" and peppering the documentary with bourgeois and "illustrious" voices. Indeed, the testimonies are all "excellent" - journalists, singers, TV presenters, politicians, actors - and an unpleasant "guess who will be next" effect is generated which undermines the story. There aren't even captions to introduce who is speaking from time to time, evidently we rely on the fact that watching the documentary will be veterans and nostalgics. Above all because the only gaze allowed is, in fact, that of the artist, the only one who can talk about Italy changing together with Gaber's lyrics, first light and predominantly Milanese, then socially committed and finally bitter and resigned. There is no space for the opinion of a scholar on the economic boom or the j'accuse of "I if I were God", the feminist analysis of love songs, not even a voice of an ordinary person who tells us what it meant or what Gaber means to her. There are few moments worthy of note: the version of "Addio Lugano bella" with five guitars and five voices (Giorgio Gaber, Enzo Jannacci, Lino Toffolo, Otello Profazio and Silverio Pisu), imposed, so it seems, by the most well-known and powerful of the five artists, that is Gaber, to a recalcitrant TV at the beginning: Gaber who in an interview at the theater conducted by his friend Mario Capanna says that "'68 changed me"; Luporini (the true author of the theater-song) who says of Gaber that he "was a lower middle class but with a drive for change and curiosity". For the rest, the documentary lingers too much on the memories of her daughter Dalia. But this is a flaw that unfortunately De Andrè also has to deal with.

More generally: never let family members treat artists. Under their control, the return of a glance becomes an affective meatloaf. For example, the fiction "The Free Prince" had done this, which had compressed ideology and existence outside the box into the most obvious of narratives. Luckily RaiPlay, Rai's web platform, has chosen to take advantage of the potential of the web and has guaranteed for the month of January the possibility of enjoying Fabrizio De André's few television appearances. What emerges is a rare sensitivity, the ability to weigh every single word, the hard-won gift of rejecting the deleterious mechanism of visibility that trivializes any message. Two in particular are my favorite moments. In the first report, introduced by a very young and then unknown Christian De Sica, Gaber and De Andrè are interviewed on the choice, then very new, to include some of their songs in school anthologies. For a Gaber who limits himself to providing a modest comment ("this thing makes me laugh a little, it embarrasses me, maybe it's not the case"), De Andrè is more multifaceted: at the beginning he admits the injection of self-esteem, with a witty phrase ("I happened to tell it to some friends"), and then walking away from it shortly after, confessing annoyance at the obligation of having to study it and learn it by heart, and adding at the end that in his songs the lyrics without the music make little sense. The other noteworthy moment is the visit of a Rai crew at the time of the retreat to the farmhouse in the countryside in Sardinia.

There is a naturalness that almost stuns, an absence of poses that in the absolute fiction of today's TV shines even more: to the journalist who tells of the difficulties in reaching the place the singer-songwriter replies by explaining the works carried out and those to be carried out, and then the lunch with friends, the shyness of his son Cristiano, the loving eyes of his wife Dori Ghezzi who with trepidation waits to join Andrea's choir, played by De Andrè and his son in one of the most beautiful moments of Italian TV, the toast to Renzo Arbore with De Andrè who asks who has the empty glasses and instead they are all already full. We really seem to be there, confirming that art belongs to everyone and not the prerogative of a few, of the bourgeois who would like it all for themselves and who see it rather as an excluding tool.

Andrea Turco

https://www.sicilialibertaria.it/
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