Farewell to the Great Master Francesco Guccini, singer-songwriter, writer, actor capable of spanning two centuries, capturing the attention of different generations and betting on frankness, consistency, and courage. Through the power of poetry. He used to say: “Death? I hold on to the wick”
Lino Pieraccini, the Maestro’s neighbor: “He was very good. Not good, very good.” The intercom is marked with a felt-tip pen “Guccini Fra.”, discreetly. The same discretion that has always characterized the Maestro in life and now also just hours before his death
The great event to celebrate the Maestro’s twenty years of career brought over 150,000 people to the historic center: on stage with him many friends and colleagues including Lucio Dalla and Giorgio Gaber
The critic Riccardo Bertoncelli in 1975 slammed the album and Francesco Guccini attacked him in the song: “I found his number and address in the phone book, took a train and went to Bologna. At the time, singer-songwriters had to prove their social commitment, the private sphere was a sin”
Refined, sharp, and ironic artist, Francesco Guccini’s works have always been a symbol of political and social commitment. As a singer-songwriter, he debuted in ’67 with the album Folkbeat n° 1. The songs will enter the history of Italian music: ‘Noi non ci saremo’, ‘Auschwitz’ and ‘Canzone per un’amica’
Private funerals in the coming days, commemorative ceremony in September. The family thanks all those who will join in their mourning with affection, discretion, and respect
The crash occurred on via Torino in Porto d’Ascoli. Davide Spinozzi from Centobuchi di Monteprandone (Ascoli) hit the wall of the balcony on the raised ground floor of a house
Not seeing the child, the parent fearing the worst asked for help from the lifeguards of establishment 92, triggering the alarm. At 8 PM on Wednesday evening the discovery: the boy was on the beach
The host during the flashback of memories from the 2000s onwards in the boom: “We were all Gurus.” The entrepreneur: “The choice of the daisy? A random symbol, it was on a children’s coloring book.” Since 2009 the downward trajectory. “I lost control of myself”
Local police raid at Marano for young people crammed into the rooms of a small hotel. Complaints, warnings, and fines follow