ABANDONED DISCOS

ABANDONED DISCOS

Abandoned Discos is Max Pezzali’s new song for Warner Music. 

The title makes no secret of the subject, but what struck me was the video: a sequence of images depicting the crumbling remains of what were once places full of life and joyful moments, now inexorably abandoned.

The suggestion is made even more incisive by the succession of phrases by the Gotha of disc jockeys, see for yourself:

Have you ever been to one of these discos?

I used to like Friday nights at Celebrity: a discotheque near Novara that actually still exists, where my friend Daniela and I would literally spend the whole time dancing, and at the same time managing to chat 🙂

But it was at Vanità where I went to meet the man who later became my husband <3

The Vanità, the disco in Vigevano portrayed in the picture below the title, no longer exists: a mansion complex was built in its place.

This is also why I find that Max Pezzali succeeds in narrating by giving us the sensation of listening to words coming straight out of our own mouths.

It is definitely his trademark, as well as the secret of his success: simply being one of us.

I’ll never forget a summer evening before social media, before even mobile phones: the TV broadcasts the Castrocaro new voices competition and a Jovanotti introduced a duo.

They come in and sing Don’t bother me, I don’t understand what you want, you knew I wasn’t like you...

For me it was immediate and natural to stay in tune.

Soon the songs from the album Hanno ucciso l’uomo ragno (They Killed Spider-Man ) would be the soundtrack of holidays in Sardinia, Daniela was there too 🙂

1993: the following summer. Life has one of those difficult trials in store for my family: having to face destiny that bursts in to make it clear how from one moment to the next everything can collapse.

While I am in hospital watching my father struggle to live again after a haemorrhage, I receive a gift: the North South West East music tape.

Yes: the ‘cassette’ … Who remembers it?

The guy I went to look for at Vanità 🙂 gave me North South West East and North South West East gave us our song to sing embracing each other at the concert in the Pavia arena.

The days of the San Siro stadium were still far away, and the 883 sang at their home: Pavia, exactly, which is also a province in the broadest sense.

Their home, our home.

The days when the dream of the 883 would come true were also far away.

The characters of the Harley Davidson Pavia  staff are known to all those who followed the series Le strade di Max (Max roads), do you know it?

In case you missed it, you can have a good ride here

To get ‘on route’ let’s go back to 1994: when Mauro’s dream takes a different path …

On stage with Max are Paola and Chiara but also Michele Monestiroli and Daniele Moretto.

Thirty years ago.

And then?

And then life goes by and today we find ourselves in abandoned discotheques.

What did we miss?

EVIDENCE

EVIDENCE

Evidence means the available body of facts or information indicating whether a belief or proposition is true or valid.

Evidence is an audiovisual montage that crosses the work of Arthur Rimbaud, Antonin Artaud and René Daumal in their journeys to new horizons.

Stimulated by these metaphysical journeys, the music and sound composition of Perfect Vision is the starting point for this new multidisciplinary exhibition, collectively designed by Soundwalk Collective and Patti Smith for the Centre Pompidou.

Have you ever visited the Centre Pompidou?

According to this video, tourists don’t know about it …

Undoubtedly a nice way to promote yourself, anyway I guess if I agree.

I’ve been there every time I’ve been lucky enough to visit Paris, and I find it hard to believe that tourists ignore it.

Of course the gimmick of the QR code embedded is rather ingenious, or is it?

Especially when I think that we visited Paris following complimentary hotel maps with all the Metro lines … yes, it was just that couple of years and technological eras ago … 🙂

Incidentally, “chatting” through the comments with Olivia, I was just remembering our attempts to ask for coffee by repeating serré over and over again in the vain hope of drinking it as short as possible …

Also pictured is Patti Smith, portrayed by Annie Leibovitz, having coffee at Café de Flore, in Paris

Patti said in an interview that Evidence is about travel.

Smiling, I think of the Pompidou Center’s gadgets: inspired by the classic souvenirs commonly considered as a “proof” of travel to be carried as a souvenir to display at home, or as a thought for friends and acquaintances.

So what is the proof, that is, the gadget you purchased during one of your trips that you particularly cherish?

KCDC on VOYAGE MINNESOTA MAGAZINE!

KCDC on VOYAGE MINNESOTA MAGAZINE!

I sincerely thank all the staff of Voyage Minnesota Magazine and especially Camila, for contacting me and for the space they gave me!

I went browsing in Minnesota to discover Egg coffee and this virtual journey allowed me to discover interesting things I did not know, but at the same time someone else discovered me.

Unbelievable stuff, I know.

Yet here I am, with new friends and another story to tell.

The story of a project that I liked right away.

The story of a project whose thoughts are key words, which are also my own:

We also think that artists rock.

This is kind of the concept of Minnesota Voyage Magazine:
We love small business, mom-n-pop and holes in the walls. We’re not snobs, but we don’t love most chains. We think independent entrepreneurs, freelancers and other risk-takers make our cities exciting places to live. We cherish the rebellious spirit, we don’t think just a handful of big companies should control all of our commerce, and we think smore with vegan marshmallows are better than regular marshmallows. We respect people and organizations that take the road less traveled. We root for the underdog and almost never say no to pizza.

After all, how can one say no to pizza?

If you’d like, after pizza, you can find me by clicking on this coffee

DO NOT MISS THE RIGHT TRAIN

DO NOT MISS THE RIGHT TRAIN

In December I had written about the book Il treno dei bambini – The Children’s Train, also recommending it as a gift, since I myself had received it the previous Christmas and had enjoyed it very much.

A few days ago, reading Matavitatau‘s opinion, which I thank and which I recommend you to read, I finally found two Addendas that were a great surprise for me.

There is already a previous book: I treni della felicità – The Trains of Happiness which is precisely about the journeys of less fortunate children, and which is based on the meticulous research and reconstruction of the real stories of these children divided between “two Italies” but also separated on that double speed track. that’s life.

In Viola Ardone’s book, the part concerning the train journey, in particular the protagonist, plays a key role in the narration and I was personally fascinated by it, so much so that I tried to deepen the knowledge of the author who I then discovered a little. as a very operative mom.

I believed that her novel was simply inspired by historical events and, in my boundless ignorance, I assumed that the characters were fictional.

Instead, always on the Matavitatau blog in the comments, Giovanni Rinaldi, author of The Trains of Happiness, left this link: where almost identical phrases between his book and Viola Ardone’s book are listed step by step, as well as contradictions during the interviews for the presentation and launch of the book published by Einaudi.

Further, in the above mentioned comments, Giovanni Rinaldi writes “a letter of formal notice from me was enough to bring up two full pages of sources and indications of specific authors from the ninth (Italian) edition onwards“.

Therefore it is certainly necessary to update, and, as promised to Giovanni Rinaldi, I quote his words verbatim:
Moreover, the citation of the specific sources from which not only the information of the historical context are drawn, but also characters, anecdotes, characters and entire sentences, had to be done honestly, writing “I wrote this story freely inspired by … instead, yes it is preferred, first to hide and deny, then in the face of legal letters and the underground controversy among the experts, to publish a “bibliography” (from the ninth ed. onwards). This is only in Italy, because in the rest of the world and in ebooks, there is nothing and there are many, especially abroad, who wonder why there is not a minimum of historical information that is more attentive to the context and sources.
But they sell, a lot, and this is what interests them. We are here to paint hamsters!

Here, with hamsters I have not had a good experience I have to say … joking aside, I who am NOBODY, about work I often repeat this concept: since the gain is lost hope … at least the “glory” … at least being told THANK YOU, would be appreciated.
Basically it’s not asking much.

Giovanni Rinaldi nevertheless required to further specify:
There are no real authors. The collective story can be told by everyone. Before me others have done it (which I quote dutifully). Everyone adds a bit of their curiosity, their passion and imagination (if they write fiction). The ethical side of the question remains: in a book that, paradoxically, speaks of the solidarity between the most defenseless and poor people, the author ‘, with the backs covered by the important publishing house that proposes it, pretends that everything he writes and invents be the flour of one’s own sack I repeat: a thank you was enough for me (which was extended to my witnesses, some of them living, Americo in the first place). Perhaps the Einaudi opera would have gained, not lost. But they preferred to lose on one side to gain more on the other (in the wake of the “unknown” and “discovery” history).

So Americo (who I have known as Amerigo) is not only a real character but he is alive!

It would be really wonderful if he could receive my and yours (I think you agree) virtual hug, with so many compliments that maybe Giovanni Rinaldi will want to extend him from us.

Thanks!

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