CALCUTTA concert by: the singer-songwriter involves Latina in an orgasm (not so long) – Video & Gallery

Of course, the excuses are all there, this time it's for the work and not for the pleasure, but this feeling of living a concert waited for a lot (too much?) and can not wait to sing I had it the same, sabatocome fourteen years ago.Have I changed my musical standards or did I get screwed too? I really like Calcutta or I go there for the pure taste of the grotesque?

Here, with this soul this Saturday I went to Latina to witness the magical night of prophet of Calcutta in homeland the first date zero of this tour that until yesterday was not known neither when there would have been, and now now has an autumn calendar in the palazzetti of all Italy.

A happy but agitated soul, with great expectations and few expectations, with joys and sorrows. I will not be denied by events, either negatively or positively. But let us begin in the order

We begin the afternoon with the opening of Mèsa and Francesco De Leo l 39. Stable Bomba Dischi Who public slowly fills the lawn and stands. Around 19:30 there Frah Quintale and one begins to live the fomento also of the parterre. The sun is setting behind the curve, the rows of beer stalls are thinning more and more, the banquets of merchandising stop selling objects and CDs: here we are, here we are and we begin

First a diatribe of always shy Pierluigi Pardo in the vidiwall (the claim of Acquaparda .. what a dick, nicely speaking) and then he, this bear in Calcutta plush, this without saying anything, in the faint light begins to sing. Crumbs, Kiwi, Orgasm the first protagonists of the evening, with the stadium shouting poetically in unison " All roads lead me to your underwear ". For this reason we are talking about the crude that has become poetry, misfit, apathy from a high generation to modus operandi. " It's so much that you do not take it, it's so much that you do not offend me .. ".

Only after the first three songs you let go to a greeting for his fans, even if they do it a nice brothel is not so much as I thought: the lawn is empty for a third, rows of baths nonexistent .. 15 thousand more people . This is not a charity game, but the stage is still the stage, and seeing the curve crammed into an empty pit was at least alienating.

Well, that does not matter, other beers (for me, Edoardo on the stage only had water) and away with Milan, Limone, Paracetamolo . " Mainstream " and " Evergreen " are well decomposed and recomposed into the range, with minimal arrangements and audible sampling. And here the second disappointment: is half an hour to sing and still not out of tune? She's really improved a lot, or is there a ploy behind her? It does not matter, but from Calcutta, like Vasco 14 years ago, I'm waiting for big slats and mumbling pub, what is technical perfection?

Su What I miss is the intimate moment, but it's only a while since then the notes of Oroscopo and on the stage go up Tommaso Paradiso . Cazzo has something to do with Tommaso Paradiso? Ah it's clear, they are parodying the parody of The Coliseum, now also comes Coez and via Co.Ca. Paradise 2018. But no, it's only for a moment, and finally returns in introspection with perhaps the most successful song of Calcutta Del Verde . " It would take a night, a night, a night.", Who knows he really dreamed so his night Edoardo, which ends with other pieces of 90, the howled Hubner, Barche, Gaetano, Frosinone (" I look at the newspaper and there is Pope Francis and who does not jump is gialloblu " crying sfusendo cousins ​​cousins.On the other we are in a stadium) and then conclude with Pesto .