Ferrara, June 6, 2026 – Rewind. April 1987, day 28, sports arena in Ferrara, Vasco Rossi‘s big day. Living a fairy tale: it opens. Albachiara, after over 2 and a half hours of pure show, closes with teary eyes and a lump in the throat because it’s all over. “Hello Ferrara, thank you“. June 5, 2026, the sky above the Urban Park, at 8:45 PM sharp, is lit up like day; around, 60 thousand hearts begin to scan the sky, with a light sigh. Then, when that sound turns blue, it will be the beginning. The Show begins. Pardon, it restarts from where 14,283 days later – 39 years, 1 month and 8 days – Kom had left off. Vasco is back, a few years older, the energy and adrenaline identical to before. “Hello Ferrara. Welcome, welcome, welcome back…”. Delirium. “We’ve passed Christmas, we’ve also passed Easter, now our party begins.”
The beginning with ‘Vado al massimo’
The beginning of the ‘secular mass’, as he defines it. A mass that starts with the notes of Vado al massimo – the concert’s manifesto – in a thrilling version of pure punk. Going full steam ahead, like the Komandante’s energy. “How would I define Vasco?”, said the fans crowded at the gates for days. “Life, strength, power, hope, happiness”. Carefree in a world that seems increasingly difficult, illogical, indecipherable.
The medicine of music
Vasco knows it well, as he knows how powerful a medicine his music and songs are. And when he speaks, he breaks down every barrier and lashes out at the powerful of the world who continue to play war on the skin of the innocent. “Drugs are all drugs. Power is a drug and so there are addicts in the Government. Addicts, addicts, addicts”. From my kitchen I see the round world, always different… with a bitter taste in my mouth that’s disgusting, Blasco recites the verses of Fegato, Fegato spappolato. It was 1979, the album ‘Non siamo mica gli americani’. Never so relevant, despite 47 years. Never trivial, Kom, never has been. “As long as these people follow me, I will go on. You’ll see some good things”, he said in recent days, right at the dawn of his return in the shadow of the Castle. And from here comes the announcement: “Residence Roma, 2027“. The Capital, the Eternal City, will be the heart of the celebrations dedicated to an infinite career, 50 years, which continues to unite generations.
The concert setlist
The setlist is a journey into the past, used to speak to the present: Ormai è tardi (1989), Una nuova canzone per lei (1985), Alibi (1980), Sono ancora in coma (1982), Domani sì, adesso no (1985), Ciao (1978), in a triumph of goosebump-inducing lights. His people sing ‘Marea‘, not missing a word, crying, shouting, jumping. Adults and children, entire generations, fathers – once kids with Vasco’s photo on their Smemo – and children. Arrived from everywhere because “Vasco must be lived every moment and you can’t describe him, you have to live him”.
“We are not Americans who can shoot Indians”
Silence. Blasco speaks again and thunders, behind him an enormous military face bordered by white stars and red stripes looms: “These days, with what’s happening, a song came back to my mind”. He starts ‘Voglio fare il militare‘. Applause. “Because we are not Americans who can shoot Indians”. It continues with ‘Gli spari sopra’, a song “dedicated, indeed very dedicated to all the scoundrels who govern this world”. And so, looking at a photograph, I realize that time flies and that life is only one. Wonderful, yes Vasco, Wonderful.
An open-air disco
On a magical night, for Un mondo migliore. It’s time for Rewind, the Bassani becomes an open-air disco. Magic. It’s not the same sequence of songs set on the wave of nostalgia for times gone by. But it’s something even more. It’s time for the grand finale: the unmissable Sally, Canzone, then Vita spericolata and the untouchable Albachiara. Fireworks. With a hope for the future of a Mondo migliore, “which is you”. Everyone with their noses up, in triumph. Goosebumps. Hats off, inexhaustible Kom. And tonight it’s repeated.
