The theater makes accomplices. The sounds become more "timid" and the excesses of rock are reduced. I do not remember an artist who manages to involve the spectators in a theater like the POET the same way that involves in a stadium, an arena, an arena or a club . But I'm not an objective judge. The always declare when it comes to Luciano , "a blow to the soul" anything true. Sure, there are things that I've liked most things a little less appreciated but never fell below a say .... 8. Returning to the theater, which was undoubtedly change. Also makes round the edges, blends in different ways and when you open the curtain of Verdi red and the Poet only guitar in hand on stage attacks "I want" realize even more that you need to reset the memories of the Franks or the San Siro. You forget and you should jump up to get even quietly let go the images that you draw Luciano "the height of dreams" you can have, which you confess, or even those who leave in a corner. "We should not even sing" I Gabry said last night. And he was right because it was the best way to appreciate re-arrangements and new sounds. But how do you do? I can not "to sing" even in the office let alone a concert. It 'also walk the words and notes of that song is too underrated and has within itself a little of everything, from intentions to weakness, from smiles to the doubts. The choice of the opening track leaves little space to what you can or can not imagine. It 's the cover and can not be different from the rest. And in fact the case. Compared to Green a few years ago and how the pieces were up for several years now repeat "makes it all too few, " it would take four hours together to be vaguely satisfied. But you can not. And then useless chase your heart .... the best lineup to get involved than playing masterfully. I can not find the words to describe the concert .... say "beautiful" or "bad" I think it makes little sense in the moment ... I remember the professor of literature Poets Society (Robin Williams) repudiated the idea that in a column a Cartesian axis the beauty of poetry ... I believe in judging a song good or bad you face the same business ..... "there are songs that fail to meet the times and moments and people with different ways" said just yesterday Liga before launching the all-new (in concert) "A son named Elvis." The surprise for the piece leads me to really listen to it again and also to write something, but obviously the lion are the other pieces. Those who dig into you more, those that bind to times past or present, what makes you want to spend, the ones that make you embrace the inevitable companion of "Ligabue" who take the chills you are reviewing photos, friends or scenes that there's no way to reset. And on stage in stadiums, Luciano succeeds. It takes you by the hand, however, making you walk alone, you paint something on a so brilliant rarely fails to note, takes you to a place that you just can not know but recognize as familiar. The pieces slide away, it appears in a flash and instead are two and a half hours. "A blow to the soul" rearranged gets inside you like a beautiful new, yet another re-arrangement of "Little Star" deserves nothing but applause "the weight of the suitcase" and "act of faith" have so much to say that you listen for hours .... and when he sends us to bed with liga "the best is yet to come" have the deep confidence that the next will be different but equal. It will take something new, but will not change the shock that comes along at the highest level that will make you sing with your eyes closed, jump pogando, who surely will embrace and say lucianolucianolucianoluciano ..... ...... .
BIGNAMI: yet another gig that seems one of the best, yet another sore throat in the evening, yet another complaint because "no one has done," another luccicone on some pieces ..... and yet another appears the first POET .... THANKS ....
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