Rolling Stone is back on newsstands. A conversation between Lucio Corsi and Valentino Rossi is the starting point of a special issue entirely dedicated to the musician I wanted to be tough116 pages to tell the uniqueness of a true artist above all for honesty.
On the cover Corsi poses exactly like Rossi on a cover of Rolling from 2003, which in turn was inspired by one by Jerry Seinfeld from 1994. We went to Rossi's Motor Ranch in Tavullia and there the two talked about everything: the villages where there is nothing, the friends who save you, the imagination, the fear that comes before going on stage or hitting the track. It is a conversation between two healthy bearers of provinciality, both lovers of Blues Brothers. «Inside the film there are music and escapes», Lucio tells Valentino. «I took the music, you took the escapes» (at this link an excerpt of the meeting and the chat).
We then went to Maremma to spend 24 hours with Lucio in the place he comes from, his Wild West, and we interviewed his accomplices, the co-author, director and “brother” Tommaso Ottomano and Francis Delacroix, photographer and rock'n'roll soul of the gang. Francis gave us some photos of the 2025 tour and we went to look around the set of the concert film The guitar in the rock.
In the issue you will also find an illustrated analysis of Corsi's lyrics and his songs without music. He told us about his records, but also the artists who influenced him the most. We photographed his stage costumes to tell his idea of DIY glam and we dedicated an article to the fictional story of Antonio Wandrè, who built the guitar that Lucio played at Eurovision.
Finally, we interviewed Paolo Conte about his paintings loved by Lucio, who then commissioned Guido Meda to write an article on the exploits of Ambrogio Fogar, who in 1974 made a trip around the world on a sailing boat, leaving and returning to Castiglione della Pescaia, and Cesare Cremonini to write a piece about Bologna, its spirit, its scene.
The magazine can also be purchased online at this link.
