Friday evening last, the worthy Teatro Dal Verme, there has been an event. Music and more.
As often happens when it comes to Nick Cave , there was a clear coexistence of opposite extremes since pre-concert waiting time.
You can only imagine the confusion in which I had when I discovered that "F1" on the ticket did not mean 'field F in the audience, yes, but down there,' no .. meant "Row 1" and place 13 or exactly in front of the microphone .. I had to stop and ask 10 different hosts to confirm all of the place, 'cause I could not get out alive from the disappointment of the last minute. It was all true. And the music should be seen as well, noting the artist's facial muscles, eyes, mouth grimaces.
At the same time a pin was stuck in my chest a few minutes before.
So you're ready for this evening, with Nick Cave descisamente inspired, that immediately takes us to slam on the front pages rather "colorful" in his latest book (" The Death of Bunny Munro "ed. Feltrinelli).
Once clarified without any possible misunderstanding of what we are here to speak tonight, lights in the room and questions from the audience (on which, unfortunately, it is better to fly over ) and then launches into a surprisingly heartfelt and profound interpretation of some of his most famous pieces. For example I've heard live Into my arms, but had become a farce half (among other things, right here in Milan had served evil tune the microphone in the front row for more than half of the song). But the other night has returned what it is: a song of absolute need of completion. So come vale per l'altrimenti ironica e dissacrante God is in the house .
Stasera tutto torna vero vero.
Lo stesso dicasi per Mercy Seat , o per brani arrembanti come Tupelo o Dig! Lazarus, dig! dove i tre avventurosi sul palco si sono lanciati in fatiche disumane per rendere la tensione e lo sfascio della canzone e rendere giustizia di un casino pari solo ai Bad Seeds al completo.
Una prova, anche dal punto di vista musicale coraggiosa e sopraffina. Un riarrangaimento dei brani con un desiderio unico di riviverli. Ed è indubbio che questa rinnovata freschezza espressiva nasca dal fatto di aver (ri)detto tutto, ma proprio tutto, nel suo libro.
Folkloristico il suo fedele compagno Ellis nell'involuto distribuirsi tra maracas, violino (poco), chitarre mignon e percussioni. Apocalittico.
Mentre nel suono cosi' spoglio ed essenziale --così caro agli amanti del migliore punk-rock-- si capiscono tante cose sentendo emergere con prepotenza cristallina quel basso staordinario, pulito quanto efficace (grande Casey!).
Come emerge nelle liriche e nel suo nuovo romanzo Nick Cave va fino in fondo; ci presenta una commovente carrellata di canzoni d'amore (quelle tristi come dice lui, quelle dove la mano di Dio viene a raccattarti nel tuo recesso più nascosto) Weeping Song , Are you the one that I've been waiting for e una Lucy spectacular.
Sometimes it seems, for those not wishing to compromise, that there is only the choice between damnation or some ironic character giàsalvo held his jealous god of crap and that he does not make it. We
instead why we love Nick: o the redemption reaches the Bunny Munro in every one of us, or are all lies.
God is in the house Oh I Wish He Would Come Out
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