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Professor Roberto Vecchioni remembers the Great Master Francesco Guccini: “The songs may not have sparked revolutions, but his certainly created poetry. He was a storyteller, he wanted to be the only one speaking, but he was very sweet. He didn’t like to talk about politics, even though everyone asked him to.”
A poet capable of telling the story and emotions of an entire country is gone. With his lyrics full of poetry and reflection, he was able to transform music into literature, leaving an indelible mark on Italian musical culture.
The affection of the fellow villagers in the small hamlet of Sambuca Pistoiese, a village in the Apennines split in two by the Porrettana road: “He knew how to give meaning to all words and with boundless humanity.” The cook: “A person with simple tastes.” The childhood friend: “He wasn’t good, he was excellent”
In via Paolo Fabbri resonate “La locomotiva”, “Via Paolo Fabbri 43”, “Autogrill”, “Vedi cara”, “Venezia” amid tears, emotion, applause. All united in the notes and words of the singer-songwriter who passed away at 86 years old
Riccardo Bertoncelli, protagonist of the famous dissing (“shooting bullshit”) with Francesco Guccini: “I immediately fell under his charm. A big man who made me enter his imaginary world, his universe crowded with characters”
The owner and the long-time employee of Trattoria della Cirenaica, Guccini’s temple: “The omelette and the pitchers of lemon Coca Cola, the lasagna corner and the Pignoletto. He would enter on tiptoe and leave on tiptoe. He was able to gather 4 generations at his own table”
Mourning in Moldolfo for the death of the great singer-songwriter. Francesco was at home in the town where his wife came from, in fact in 2022 he had also received honorary citizenship
Participation in the meeting ‘Canterò solo il tempo’ at the cloisters of San Pietro in Reggio Emilia. Forced to come to terms with reading difficulties, he said he relied on TV, confessing a ‘masochistic’ love for entertainment programs like Temptation Island
Guccini and the nostalgia for an idealized Bologna that no longer exists. “The taverns were actually very sad places, where terrible wine was drunk. But we, who couldn’t afford nightclubs, made do. They were the only places where we managed to get familiar with the girls”