Article by Adriana Panico | Photo of Giorgia de Dato
This is not a way of joy. It is a street in Milan on a spring evening. A day in the sun, a day of joy, certainly with some organizational spasm, but a perfume again in the air. There is a place for the Indie. What tells of stories of ordinary madness and daily shipwreck towards more or less coveted destinations, better or not very defined.
A crowd of Youngasters lined up at the entrance of the Fabrique waits to cross the threshold and celebrate the meeting. Not only with Eugenio in via di Gioiathe band of four friends left from Turin in 2012 who stopped in Sanremo, at Willie Peyote's station, Francesca Michielin, Elio and also of the Iranian rapper Toomaj. We said that the group of hooded, samba or vana hooded sweatshirts depends on where the eye falls on the ground, is there for the encounter with love.
“Love is everything“, In fact, recites the new album by Eugenio in via di Gioia, echoing the previous one, Love and revolutionreleased three years earlier. 36 months translated into 10 songs put together with 33 cards born from a fortuitous reading of the tarot cards to talk about this feeling, we could say the feeling, against all explosion, both of joy as anger, both excesses unruly. In this live, fraternal love is sang and praised, as they underline loudly at the end of the evening. The evident synchrony has a certain effect between the people who are up and down from the stage (the delta will be 12 months). Who knows what it feels like to sing to an audience made of peers.
Tonight it seems that four brothers are singing/with and for those brothers and sisters noticed to intone the themes that the mind commissarian: love, distance, the environment, toxicity (included substances), the future. Love as an eschatological feeling, music as a tool to become aware and do it together. Fabrique as a meeting place for small daily battles: from bills to be paid to difficult relationships.
While it plays an all -Italian mix that passes with ease from Raffaella Carrà to 883, the public still seems to be focused on its bubbles, on the head that sent 16 emails at 8 in the morning, and blah blah blah. Then an inscription appears on stage and one thing is immediately clear: All The world here speaks of you! The Milanese stage of the tour is officially open. And then something changes and one has the impression that this will pass, and any other, Freezing night.
Being 30 years old in 2025 perhaps this is this. Slow down, wait for the cold to pass. Or maybe not. It is a continuous escape to salvation or maybe it means to understand where Eugenio went, don't talk about money, have time to waste, discover Another Americalet it explode the Moon. And who cares. A leap over time, backwards, for what does not escape understanding but which meanwhile makes it dance. Balling strong, to forget everything. More and more behind to try to understand where the difference between morals and consciousness is born, a little speaking crickets and a little Pinocchi at the court of time that never closes. The landing is Flocka sciamanica 2.0 dance from which nobody wants to leave. It is the artistic need to give shape to the storm before moving on to a pop prayer in the background to Dark.
Break. Pause from notes at least. A brief reading of words marked in silence arrives, hanging there in the dark. He knows how to remedy his range of emotions: to be able to be alone, to be able to be together. The message is expressed in clear: love is never possession.
We go back to the Up: it is Emanuele's birthday and away “Happy birthday” as a surprise party at a friend's house. They are all at home here in some way. There is room for the country, the folk, hints of electronics but also for a rubik cube (which Eugenio solves by singing), for God. We find ourselves crouched in the embrace of a slow ballad that celebrates the vitality of youth love, and then sink into a sea of poetry from the pop 90s, almost from Vespa, that special there. In the shade of a carpet of flags in Sardinia that appears as soon as the lights come on, we all become crazy, especially of Eugenio interpreter Indiavolato and Poeta, crazy to go to a concert at 8 years old or to bring us the mother. Crazy to be ourselves. Although sometimes being yourself is a job. And it takes the shirt. Indeed, a shirt every day.
After a sustained “Green” intervention, the guest and friend of Alfa notes appears, who is there to sing together with the Eugenio The red threadthat is, of the remote love that is now a constitutive dimension of these contemporary lives: vine away, in transit, transferred. From strangers to lovers, from lovers to strangers, from Alfa a heartfelt thanks to the public and colleagues and an invitation on his stage for the next tour. The evening continues with an increasingly pressing rhythm as a Cloister in the lead. To each his own.
The four thank and leave. At least they try. Very little. They return to a leap on stage with an unusual performance: candlelit. Literally. They are inside windows of light, these Enlightened young peopleand hold candles in hand. And so, the first song of the encore is a subtle cry of help of the youngest part of the society, already with energy saving, confused and lost in the time in which it lives. Between Earth And Elsewhere This evening closes, in the dimension in which there is always room to get lost, there is still time to find yourself. After all, everything ends To start again. The crowd deceives the notes of Love is in the air. Someone sings. Eugenio Pure. It seems to be in via di Gioia.
Eugenio in via di Gioia – The Scaletta of the Milan concert
All
Freezing night
Another America
Moon
Rim
Objection
Flock
Dark
Stagi far away
XX – Lentiggini
First of all I invented myself
Human
Dance
Infinite
The last song
Seven shirts
Letters to the next
The red thread – Alfa
Cloister
Return
Encore
Enlightened young people
Earth
Elsewhere
To start again
Daniel D`Amico for SANREMO.FM
