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Vasco Rossi
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Red Vasco is born to Zocca (Modena) in 1952, from mother housewife and father truck driver; from child the Usignolo d' Oro gains the competition "", later diploma accountant. In 1975 I found "Radio Zocca Point", one of the first private radios in Italy, and it is made to appreciate like dj, but it dreams to make the cantautore. It writes songs in its small room and pian slowly, timidly, it begins to make to listen them in turn, until in 1977 the Jeans produces first the single one to it, and the year after exits the album But what you want that it is a song, distributed in the single Emilia Romagna, that it passes practically unnoticed. The debut of Vasco Red is a beautiful disc; to half acoustic road between psichedelia and rock cantautorale, it tells with equal transport of difficult girls, ended loves or that they are in order to end, of dreams and also of social. "Silvia" and "You that you sleep to you flat" sweet and are straniati onirici small checks of a world, that feminine one, than (nearly) the young Vasco try to understand between reverberate and acoustic arpeggios; on the other depositor, is sferzante the social irony of "Ambarabaciccicoccò", and the bitter giving up of angry its controparte, "And the time creates heroes", country to the Italian to the taste of proletarian incazzatura. And then there is "crazy Jenny and", seven minuteren of melancholy, danced psichedelica with along assolo final of moog à the Pfm that tells an other hard history, of incomprehension and uneasiness. The successive one we are not at all Americans (1979), exited for the Carosello, retort the same formula, with some blood and chitarristico opening in more towards a rock, and of the tones in a marked manner more salaci. E' an other good test, perhaps advanced to the previous one, and regarding it much more "acida" from the testuale point of view: intuisce the end from the cover, with a flag to stars and strisce... red and green white woman, and from the memorable "Liver spappolato liver" and "(for what I have to make) I make the soldier", hymns to scazzo the more total and patrimony than a generation, that one that exits from years 70 and it is approached the 80, that it has lost every reference and every ideal and has been found again to make the accounts with the own individuality and just the individualismo, suspended between the sarcasmo addressed towards the provincial mentality bigot and of italietta conservative and the nichilismo of backs like "the evening that arrives it is not never various give evening before... us wants something in order to be kept R-a.galla over this merda/ and it does not import if tomorrow I will have myself to be still waked up with that taste in mouth ". But if with this disc the Red ones begin attract attention, it is above all thanks to one of the episodes more rock and al same time more cakies of the album, an other example of song-analysis on that feminine world that Vasco observes astonished: that "Albachiara" that of lì to some year it will become a hymn from stage making of rocker of Zocca a myth of Italian popular music. The third album of 1980 and is intito it Guilt of Alfredo. The "Vasco personage" is beginning to form itself, gradually going away from the image of the ingenuous young person, a po' scontroso and angry, for politicamente giving life to that one of the rocker scorretto, strafottente and straviziato. The title track, in sure passages nearly a plagio of the Who of "Baba O' Riley", history of women - less and less innocent or difficult children and more and more troie (sic) - and of black persons (sic) in the interland tells one modenese (sic): at least grotesque, of sure never felt in Italy. For the age it is a beautiful fist in the stomach, but the Red ones it can be still allowed to sing all which passes it for the head without to perceive the weight that of lì to some year will involve the become being a myth for the young generations. For the rest, the disc fairly is divided between sometimes indeed hard numbers rock ("Republic Asylum" is hardcore-punk to the state brado) with ironici witnesses or nonsense ("Alibi" on all, from the allucinata atmosphere) and danced strappalacrime (the sweetest "fragile Spirit" for voice and pianoforte, the trasognata "Tropico of the inspired Cancer" to the literature beat). The disc obtains a large one happening, accomplices some stroncature from part of the critic: memorable that one of Nantas Salvalaggio, after a television apparition: "Vasco Red... In order to describe it, me it would want the pen to us of a Grosz, of a Maccari: beautiful ones ebete, indeed a ebete more rather bruttino, malfermo on the legs, with it glances at them to it fumè of the zombie, the alcoholic, the drug addict "made" [... ] People of the Tv, the press, of the government, but when we will make a surveying serious, an approximate calculation, of all the young people that "have made", that has procurati a passport for the other world, on the tracks of the singers of the heroin, like that such Lou Reed, than to Milan pronounces Lùrid just ". Ours by now it recalls discreet crowds in its concerts, in which it is supported from the Steve Rogers Band di Massimo River and Maurizio Solieri. But it is with the successive disc, We are only we (1981), than the name of Vasco Red it indeed begins to be on the mouth of all, at least of the rockettari young people: more and more turned towards the hard-rock, he is in the harder pieces that in the danced ones, the disc bissa the happened one of the previous one, thanks to the power of the title track, anthem generational for choruses from stage with some between the more immediate backs and being involved of ours, declaration of war to the bourgeois life ("we that we do not have more respect for nothing, neanche for the mind Are only We are only we that we do not have more nothing to say, we know alone vomitare/ We are only we those who by now do not believe more to nothing, and you fregano always"). With the successive job, the Red ones try the great jump. I go to maximum (1982), this the title it of the album, is also the title it of the song, reggae sbilenco with refrain rock and text completely lacking in sense, with which ours it is introduced, staggering (indeed drunk or actor decreased in the part), on the theater box of the tempio of the canzone(tta) Italian, the Festival di Sanremo. It is classified last - after esordientissimo a Sugar - as it is right that it is; the obbiettivo is however caught up, Vasco Red it exits from the niche of the cult artist, hour all know that there is in circulation this little recommendable personage from which holding far the own sons. Saying goes that I go to the maximum is one of discs beautifulr than Vasco: momentarily abandoned the excessive ruvidezze hard-rock in favor of pieces more "trades them" but never too much ruffiani, with ironici and dissacranti witnesses to the usual when not openly provocative ("Splendid day" beyond to the title track), contains also some danced indeed succeeded ("Song", moving in its air of rassegnata melancholy, "the trouble" and "Every time"). The Red ones return to Sanremo the year after, stavolta with a lentone that it will become its more famous hymn (in Coast will go still badly: penultimate, but Vasco will adjudicate the Festivalbar). Draft from the new Lp Bollicine, "spericolata Life" does not have need of presentations; its backs more celebrate, "I want a life maleducata/ I want a life as Steve McQueen/ I want a life that if of it frega/ that if of frega of all yes", celebration of the nichilismo of province of this ragazzotto grown to punk and oratory, become patrimony common of who in the sparkling years 80 in full load by now run ago hard work to feel just comfort (and title-track ago the reference to one of the symbols of the new generation, the Coca-Cola of the paninari... even if perhaps to wanting to be malicious some double sense is found). And little it imports if the good Vasco, considered by now "the" rocker Italian one, in the defects and the lustrini of these years 80 is comfortably sinking; he is the personage whom it counts, is its still lean and blinked figure, than it is introduced on the theater boxes of all Italy with sdrucite Ts-shirt, look from road toxic (as the future agghindamenti from clown...), uncultivated hats are far and alone glance at them also of night, grabbed hold of to the auction of the microphone urlar us within its backs, often grinding in their rivelatrice intimità of the fragile character of the man with the strafottente image of the personage (exemplary "One song for you"). Concert the these irruenza come immortalata in an indeed beautiful disc, the live Va, go well therefore (1984 well), that it contains beyond to the new one lentone of atmosphere that it to the job still gives to the title (one difficult history, still a love-not love to drag with melancholy and giving up), eight brani between the most represented you than this first part of career of the Red ones, played with grinta and passion from one band to the maximum of its possibilities. The show is indeed hard-rocking, the guitars make it from landladies and Vasco urla like damning... From this moment in then something it begins to crack itself. Triggering event is the arrest of ours for narcotic possession (yes, just the coke of "Bollicine"); Vasco seems is pushed too much in and decides here of gives cleaning up (also because we are also always in Italy, being drugged never has not been here cool - and however 22 days of jail do not do good nobody). What happens in city (1985) turns on the POP-ROCK from classifies, with one just dose of ritmiche funk and immancabili two or three danced of old style; perhaps thanks also to the witnesses, for the last ironici time more you amuse yourself and that other ("I cut the throat to You" is in so far as indeed a capolavoro), the album is however pleasant, but already the lack of that one grinta and that strafottenza is felt that had characterized the production of the Red ones in the years as soon as passed. And the successive one is who says not (1987) confirmation the tendency: it in truth increases to the number of brani reflected to you (perhaps the more resolutions, between which opener "the Living a fable" and the danced one "To laugh of you"), appears for before the time witnesses pessimists and dark, the atmospheric keyboards become landladies of the field. Vasco definitively lets to the shoulders the past from incazzoso young person rocker and wears, to watch the photo of cover in order to believe, the cloth of the cantautore introvert, that it passes more from reflections or less succeeded on not very specifies dark evils to you that infect the world to bittersweet thoughts on the time that passes, with little heading for the rock that it was ("Monday", at least amusing, but also the useless "Blasco Red"). Free free (1989) are perhaps peggior the disc until here, with solo a pair of good cues ("Dillo to the moon", "Tango of the jealousy") and all the rest sperso between tried you of revivals rock and innocuous poppettini. Com' is praxis, to watering of the genuinità of the musical proposal of ours corresponds a its happened always greater, that door to fill up the stages in the tour of 1990; to the first generation of fan of the rocker emiliano, that it continues to follow its old one idolo, new crowd of easy easy adepts person makes thirsty to you of slogan and frasine to effect, things joins one that the Red ones by now seems to produce with discreet mastery between "oooh" and "eeeh". They prevails tournee comes documented in the live Forehead of the theater box, than of the antecedent (of single six years)"Goes well goes well therefore" is alone pale imitation, also in the grandeur of the new course. After a short pause, Vasco returns in 1993 with talks nonsense to It over, disc that if on one side rattrista for the attempt of "ringiovanire" the image of the musician with an improbable one look from hard-rocker in motorcycle with long hats and sdruciti bandana, boots and jeans, nail and alone glances at them, from the other rincuora a po' on the musical depositor, containing some of the succeeded songs more of "according to period" ("the Living", "Gabri", "Wonderful!", "the man that you have of forehead") in a remarkable variety of styles and sounds, with a band of support remarkablly brought together (the Steve Rogers Band had left it some year before in tries of Gloria). E', ahimè, the last blow of tail of the old lion; successive No danger for you (1996) is weak, Songs for me (1998) begins to be annoying, Stupid Hotel (2001) and Bonds or Bad ones (2004) is inascoltabili. Perhaps between collections, live and celebrations of every type, Vasco are in these years adored from oceanic crowds that fill up automobile race tracks and stages, and recite to the perfection its role of rich entertainer of average age - with little pomposity than others its connect of par, if not smaller caratura. To he it goes however recognized the merit to above all have open the doors of the rock to the great masses in Italy, importing and sdoganando near more "rock' n' roll way of life" that it seemed with the italico lifestyle inconciliabile and thinking. |
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