Translation by Davide Andreis
This morning, like every morning, I start my small C1’s engine to come to work… to Rome, a few steps from Parco della Musica.
It won’t be a day like any other. No, today I’ll leave my workplace in search for, almost always in vain, making sense of a few hours that remain until the moment I close my eyes to sleep.
Today I expect friends, Music, I expect my one and only true staple… My rustproof Sense, the Guide of over 30 years of my existence…
Yeah… Rome… how can I forget that March 5, 1983? My first Carla’s concert. I was a little girl or something more and the concert was a birthday gift. At the Teatro Olimpico, tickets bought from touts at a stratospheric price. For a long time it’s been the most beautiful day of my life… There were others, “best days of my life” then, and not a single one where somehow Carla, her Music, her presence, were not in it.
It took me an hour to arrive, though I’ve been here many times; today I couldn’t even find the parking entrance…
I have lots of flash tied to this place. I remember, many years ago, a Sakamoto’s concert. I was with my boyfriend of that period… Before the concert we had a drink. He took a juice and after a while he told me: “For all my life, you must remind me not to drink fruit juice, because it makes me sick.”
And I replied, glowing with joy: “Then it means that we’ll be together for life.” He didn’t answer. I was very much in love. He wasn’t. During the concert I fell asleep.
I also remember a beautiful concert by Patti Smith, amazing!
The last memory that crosses my mind while I’m here waiting for the concert dates back to the day when I came here to buy the tickets for tonight. What a joy! I felt all the happiness of something beautiful that would begin soon: the Samsara tour, in fact. About that afternoon I remember the surreal atmosphere, the sound of a violin and an immense, irrepressible and childish joy…
Carla was there years ago, when I cried because of the man who didn’t answer. And she was there as well, with the joy I felt tightening the Samsara tour tickets in my hands. These are the thoughts that cross my mind when, after taking an elevator in the Auditorium, I find myself, as if by magic, in front of the Sala Sinopoli, and I step in for a moment, to attend the rehersals, with the indifference of those who should patrol to keep “intruders” away. Being transparent is painful, but sometimes it comes in handy!
The concert tonight is overwhelming. A series of cathartic, timeless emotions. Technically perfect, but at the same time full of passion, energy, blood.
It’s a continuous ovation for Carla. The audience is all with her, and often stands up to acclaim her.
After a few timeless songs, it’s a never-ending applause and gratitude: so is after “Nomadi”, “Prosepttiva Nevski”, “Il Sole nella Pioggia”, but even after the songs of the beautiful Samsara, above all “Un mondo a parte”. It’s a total exchange, the warmth permeates the Sala Sinopoli and the enthusiasm, barely restrained during the execution of the magnificent songs, explodes every time in an endless thunderous applause. Carla is happy. We are too, completely ecstatic.
The always superlative version of “Nomadi” of this tour, moves us to tears in the guitar round.
Wonderful musicians. There is room for all emotions: the entrance into the Dream with the opening of “Tempo Senza Tempo”, the gentle rocking in the sublime with “Morire d’Amore”, the ecstatic admiration for the perfection of the songs like “Prospettiva Nevski”, “Come il Mare”, “Sui Giardini del Mondo”, the poetic sweetness of “Autunno Gi‡” and “Un Mondo a Parte”, the warm emotion with “Nomadi” and “Il Contatto”, the catharsis with “Il Vento Caldo dell’Estate” and, finally, the pure fun with “Per Elisa” and “Messaggio”… and we’re all under the stage with and for her…
You are great, Carla! See you in Pescara…