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Instead of studying a bit 'of Italian literature, I'm watching bits and pieces online things about De André. That are several years now he's dead. De Andrè

And I know it hurt, but good. That is very familiar with the most mainstream of its production, its large pile of clean, powerful songs, the ones that any music fan, for one reason or another, more or less needs to know. But I know those, in fact. Baustelle as a group, to name one at random, I know a lot more, and I know even the minor pieces. This is just to clarify a bit 'my position: as far as I kneel to his skill, not a fan of De Andrè. I never spent afternoons listening to him. I'm stupid? And how.

E non lo so, ma rivedendo questi filmati, mettendoli insieme ai commenti che si fanno sempre su di lui, ho idea che la percezione collettiva di De Andrè lo stia trasformando in qualcosa che -immagino- De Andrè stesso non volesse diventare. Cioè un mito, un'icona. Uno di quelli che poi si impolvera e, qualche capriola dopo, diventa un intoccabile della cultura nazionale. Tipo Ungaretti, per dire.

Cosa c'è di male? Boh, forse niente.

Però mi sembra che questa imbalsamazione stia sottraendo a De Andrè una parte consistente della sua figura. E cioè quella un po' sbandata, satirica, bruciante, quella da cantastorie radicale, da rivisitatore di Cecco Angiolieri.

Perché può well end up on the history books of Italian literature, De Andrè. And many fans will be happy. I myself would be happy if I were not afraid that this step and this consecration post-mortem quality eraser from its authentic charm and the most disruptive side of his musical contribution.

I speak of De Andrè whores of had no laws to punish blasphemous , wine, fishermen who help the murderers and the gorilla that escaped from the cage to bugger infamous judges. I mention all this solid layer and recurrent references to the secular culture, the funny and irreverent, which dates back to medieval times and that he spoke with a modern, spontaneity and awareness that no one else before or since.

It seems to me that this side of over-production and in extended-life of De Andrè has been very spoiled, especially since sacrificed on the altar of rhetoric that De Andrè is a poet, an intellectual, a master of language.

As if the two sides are perceived in relationship irreconcilable automatic, and you prefer to focus on diamonds, leaving the manure.

from which, however, and this is too easy, the flowers are born.