Telling Naples for those who have not been born there and raised is a useless and perhaps unattainable exercise. Naples is the subject and absence, city and state, the most brilliant individualism within the most cohesive community of free and equal. It is an exception and it is too much participation, too much feeling, too much love. It contains everything: the song, the theater, the miracle, the mask, or pan sub and ncopp. The good and evil are basically secondary characters. Assimilated. A similar fate belongs to the stars: the sun is mine. Describing Naples, however, is the secular Guilty Pleasure: all the forts have tried. See Naples and then it die for how Trita remains the best forest approximation. The beauty inaccurate and if that resists that goes away. Impossible to stop the moment, impossible to summarize. Even the Neapolitans from undisputed pedigree with direct demand enter into crisis.
What is Naples? Gemiti and sighs, few definitions. And we the same, to feed the lane of the aligned and surrender, until an asterisk is presented that goes under the name of Emanuele Palumbo in art Geolier, a type that contains everything, meanwhile the whole of Napuralitude (yes, exists), and then all the opposites and opposites, a man who has made a blood pact with his city, a constraint of representation seriousness and commitment and in return he received a mandate in white. Extreme honor, everything is enlightened, even the grimace adapts and considers 91. Musically it is impeccable: talent, technique, taste. With these ingredients individuals the star. If you add self -denial gratitude balance you have the sample. With the good the right and the serious chess crazy and point y Pelota. On the staff you do not encounter a bipede bearer of negative review. Present, grateful, worker. A good refuge on two legs: give him the capital and he returns to you at higher rates of the Fiji.
Leaves secondigliano why did you make it and where do you go? Posillipo? Macché. Pozzuoli. Bradisism as a corner Stone, anxiety for friend, Francesco Rosi where you are: hands on the caldera. The Scippano – literal: rapid subtraction in a public place of what is at hand is – the victory in Sanremo and the EqualBurator, the State, the Defensor Pacis emerges. Emanuele from Naples. He keeps a people who feel robbed because they foresee the risk, because he can escape hands, because he would hurt the city. All this before the age of 25, without victims, with the only strength of reason. That Geolier acted as a co -director of this special number of Rolling Stone Dedicated to Naples was the necessary condition because we could approach the theme.
And it was also a real pleasure, a state of luck, a further emphasis. Geolier is much more than a good artist. It is a cultural phenomenon that is happening here and now, in our eyes, and has only more signs. His music must be heard, his respected commitment. He is an artist who takes explicit positions on topics that normally the Italian singers not only shin, ignore. It is the voice of today's Naples. And Naples in fact shakes regular chills, from the bowels, to express its assent. Whoever thinks that it is a coincidence that in the moment of maximum splendor that land trembrum, shocks and threat cannot understand the city. They are one thing, she and them, and they keep each other alive and live.
P Naples.