10 febbraio 2013 – Nel sole… in viaggio verso Livorno

Ore 11,04: in una bellissima giornata di sole ci mettiamo in viaggio per raggiungere Livorno decidendo di evitare l’autostrada e fermarci ogni tanto lungo il percorso per fare  qualche foto.

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Ore 14,00: siamo quasi a Livorno, ma abbiamo deciso di fermarci in Autogrill per riscattare la pessima colazione con qualcosa di almeno commestibile…
Qualche nuvola nell’entroterra toscano ma verso il mare il cielo sembra sereno.

Ore 15,16: lasciata l’auto sul limitare della zona a traffico limitato decidiamo di fare un salto al teatro, giusto per orientarci, e poi andiamo un po’ a zonzo a scattare un po’ di foto. La giornata, se pur fredda, è assolata e la luce buona per i nostri scopi…

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Verso le 17 torniamo nei pressi del teatro dove ci sono i nostri compagni di viaggio a rifocillarsi in un bar. Con alcuni di loro si va verso il porto per sfruttare la calda luce del tramonto poi, piuttosto infreddoliti, veniamo accolti a casa di Fabrizio che ci offre un ricco aperitivo, praticamente una sorta di cena in piedi (scalzi, perché il nostro ospite ci invita tutti a togliere le scarpe, con gran sfoggio di calze e calzini; e per fortuna nessun alluce fa capolino da eventuali buchi… ecco magari qualcuno,  ovviamente ignaro al momento di sceglierle che ci sarebbe stata l’occasione di mostrarle a tutti, poteva abbinare meglio il colore delle calze… ma visto che non si sarebbero dovute vedere… 😉

Nel bellissimo appartamento con in sottofondo la musica di Carla trascorriamo un paio d’ore in allegria mangiando e bevendo senza vergogna! 😀

Ore 20,15: di nuovo davanti al teatro, un caffè e poi si entra, l’attesa è quasi finita, il concerto sta per iniziare…
Siamo agli sgoccioli di questo bellissimo tour e un velo di malinconia forse attraversa i pensieri di tutti noi, ma non c’è nemmeno il tempo per essere tristi, Carla ci appare dal buio delle quinte ed avvolge in un istante tutti noi nel calore della sua voce…
Un abbraccio ci accoglie e ci accompagna per tutta la durata del concerto.
I brani scorrono via forse troppo veloci per noi che vorremmo non finisse mai questa serata di musica, immagini ed emozioni. Quadri di vita ci appaiono davanti, ci sfiorano la pelle, ne accarezzano i brividi, sciolgono le tensioni e lasciano in noi sensazioni che è impossibile dimenticare nel tempo.
Ognuno rimane incantato dalla “sua” canzone, perché ognuno di noi ne ha una che lo colpisce in particolar modo… stati d’animo diversi che si intrecciano nel teatro, ritmi di vita che esplodono dentro di noi, armonie di suoni e pensieri lasciati vagare nella magia di queste serate fuori dal comune…
Carla mostra a noi i suoi stati d’animo mentre interpreta le canzoni… vediamo la tensione, la paura, la bellezza, la dolcezza, l’infinito…
Finisce il concerto con i tre bis a cui ci ha abituato in questo tour, la voce di Carla è quasi sopraffatta dalle voci delle persone che cantano insieme (o almeno ci si prova…), ed è lei stessa che in alcuni momenti invita i pubblico a sciogliersi un po’ e cantare…
Carla sorride e noi con lei… con tutto il cuore…

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

Foto di Flavio Francescangeli

JANUARY 24: “IN THE STREETS LOST IN HISTORY THE WIND CHANGES”… NOTTE A ROMA

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.

7:39 PM
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…

JANUARY 22: FROM VERONA TO GENOA: THE JOURNEY CONTINUES

Translation by Davide Andreis 

12.30 PM

Travelling again, destination: Genoa. The small C1 is now full! 3 people (Flavio, Gianpaolo and I) plus a load of luggage. We are on A26 (NT: highway 26) and the navigator insists on having us driving on A7. Chiara, don’t insist, that highway sucks, give us a minimum of decision making, come on!

2:00 PM
In Genoa we find an ideal temperature. It’s a beautiful sunny day and we decide to spend it at the Aquarium. Marina joins us and we spend the whole afternoon with dolphins, seals and beautiful fish of all kinds. I bought a pair of earrings shaped as two dolphins… hoping they bring good luck…

7.06 PM
We’re inside the theater. Very nice… intimate and cozy, with plenty of space to sit and drink. This atmosphere is so relaxing before the concert. For once, we don’t wait outside in the cold. And to think that, outside, tonight there is an acceptable temperature…

9:03 PM
At the end, we decide to sleep here in Genoa. The very idea of driving 500 km after the concert upsets us… So, in contravention of our strict rules, we have dinner before the concert and after it… immediately to bed!
Big credits to the the chestnut tiramisu cake of the restaurant… Something sublime!!!

Now we are waiting for these red curtains to open up…

The theater is almost full… it’s nice to be here… again…
Carla gives us another Dream, and the audience warmly welcomes her. I must say that we are a bit exhausted tonight. Fatigue is heavy and we can’t address our voices to her, the way we’d like to. But the heart… that one, yes… and we left ours on the magnificent “Nomadi” guitar. An absolutely beautiful and unmissable version, sang by Carla in Verona and here again tonight… thrilling…
On leaving the theater, a melancholic weariness… Intense emotions tangle, physical exhaustion and a slight, very personal sadness… Because not always one can live well the end of something, it depends on the mood, on what came before and what comes after… Is it these concerts are a light in a moment of great uncertainty… or is it simply that it’s time to go to bed, as in just over three hours we must leave and start clocking up 500 km and then back to work…
We leave Genoa with the certainty, with us since some time, that it’s such a beautiful town, but so chaotic and impossible to drive around… A mind-boggling… Every street and every turn seem tailor-made for you to get lost… Yet that Teatro della Tosse looked so familiar, so intimate… That big hall which housed a children’s playground, a bar, tables and sofas, had the silence of lost opportunities…

See you in Rome, Carla…

JANUARY 21: FROM ROVERETO TO VERONA, PASSING THROUGH THE DOLOMITES AND LAKE GARDA

Translation by Davide Andreis 

Gray, rainy day. After a hearty breakfast we reach Marina to decide what to do while waiting for tonight’s concert in Verona. I LOVE the Dolomites above all things, and I’d have a wish… to get back to Arco di Trento, climbing paradise, the only sport that I love because I consider it as a philosophy of life, even before than a sport.

Marina and her hotel fellows would rather go to a spa, but my missed visit at the beautician’s, due to my flu, makes me prefer other programs. Carla’s words are quite useless: “Who cares, you are more than a few hair!”. Maybe because this is not a prosperous period for my self-esteem, my micro-hair triumphed, and so Flavio and I got on the legendary C1, the TEMPOSENZATEMPO Company Car, and we head towards Arco. Even just looking at the rock gives me an indescribable feeling. We are doing fine, Flavio and I… We can remain silent for hours and have the feeling of having made the longest speech… Unfortunately it is raining and this does not help, but we can also make a brief visit to the town and visit the Climbing Stadium, even if only from the outside, because it’s closed.

2:30 PM
We decide to head towards Verona driving along Lake Garda, where we like to stop from time to time to take pictures … An amazing feeling of peace advances Carla’s concert and it’s the perfect frame to the landscape.
We stop in Lazise. Silent in summer, it’s a peace oasis in winter.

5:21 PM
After a beautiful day, though with some drawbacks, unsuitable to storytelling, we get to Verona.

5:55 PM
We arrive in Verona after arguing with the navigator who refuses to speak up its indications. Flavio and I engage in an almost surreal conversation: Flavio: “I fear Chiara (TN: the GPS) is confused and does not understand anything”I: “No, she refuses to speak, but she understands.”
Anyway… we drive to the theater by looking at the pictures on the GPS.

7:30 PM
Tonight we’re far-sighted: we have a snack at the pizzeria in front of the theater, and just to avoid bad surprises, we even decide to book for a dozen people for later, at least dinner is ensured…

9:30 PM
The curtain rises, the stalls are almost completely full, only a few balconies are still empty. We have a feeling that tonight there is a more lively and festive audience, and in fact the atmosphere warms up soon.
On stage Carla, along with the excellent musicians who now get on perfectly well, immediately transports us into her world of infinite beauty, we, traveller without fear, we cross the threshold of this world, with neither time nor space, where past and present merge into a single Present suspended between the reality of the days that go by, and the dream of those other days that mark endless points in our lives.
The warm voice of Carla and the rhythm of the drums and the bass, halt our heatbeats… We enter a”magic circle”…
All the audience is clamoring out loud for encores. Carla comes back and finds us all under the stage waiting for her.
Encores are always an opportunity for us to sing all together. A blast from the past and not only in music… it’s a return to our adolescence, to the feeling of belonging that pervaded us, to our childish joy to find ourselves under a stage, united by the love for the same Music.

JANUARY 20: LEAVING FOR ROVERETO: WILL WE MAKE IT?

Translation by Davide Andreis 

8:00 AM
Luck doesn’t help this new journey… I’m sick since yesterday and Flavio had a problem with his car… just a trifle… on a curve instead of making a turn, the car took a direction she liked more… And do we want to talk about the weather? Better not.
Anyway … Now we are in my small C1; we’ve got snow-chains, I’m filled with chemical stuff to resist until 2020 flu (but didn’t somebdy have to “unrough” me?), we set the GPS and in spite of everything… off we gooooooooo…..

10:37 AM
I don’t know whether it’s due to the chemical bombardment, Marina’s meditation or just the thought of the concert tonight… but I feel much better. This worries Flavio who, very kindly, came out with this warm invitation: “Now that you’re better, try not to bust my ch..s”. What a sweet friend … 🙂
The sky is more and more black, but still it doesn’t snow. Now that I’m better I start to realize that from today until Saturday, it’ll be all days full of Carla and a feeling of indescribable joy fills me in!

11.15 AM
The snow starts to show up, but after having nipped the flu in the bud, nothing is frightening anylonger! And then we have a special rose on the dashboard that will bring us luck!

1:13 PM
After a break for a nice dish of pasta we are going to face the last part of this trip, we will be Rovereto in about an hour. Cristina is better and she’s now driving. All around us the green of the fields and the white of the sky…

3:30 PM
We are in Rovereto, in a simple but nice hostel. Sometimes it snows and the stomach begins to trouble me again, dammit! Here’s a picture with the concert posters to set up the right mood.

5:11 PM
We are in front of the Auditorium. It’s very cold, but we are well equipped…

9:30 PM
The curtain opens up, moving cold air. It’s really cold here in the theater. Carla is wrapped in a warm applause resonating in the theater which, unfortunately, is half-full this evening.
We are few, but Carla is not missing our warmth, especially after the songs we love the most. Tonight, again, I’m overwhelmed by “Il Contatto”. I feel this song as it was taylored for me in this precise moment of my life…
But tonight something is missing… perhaps the exchange, the passion, the cathartic osmosis… Maybe that “Contact” that Carla, nonetheless, plays masterfully.
After the concert we seek in vain for a place where to eat. Rovereto is deserted… Probably all the people who wanted to get out tonight, attended the concert!
There is nothing open, neither a bar, nothing! Eventually, in desperation (even because we never eat before the concert, EVER) we decide to take the highway and stop at the first service area. I omit all comments on the usual carelessness of the Italian eateries for those who don’t eat meat… I fast, the others manage to fill their stomaches, but… Bad surprises are not over: out of the eatery, the Police wants to fine us because we improperly parked the car… Heck, it’s full of snow, nothing is really visibile, one can barely see the lines of the parking lot! Eventually the policemen decide to grace us, maybe they’re touched when we told them we’ve driven kilometers and kilometers to in search for food, as in Rovereto and Trento there was nothing open. They leave telling us a joke and finally we reach our hostel beds. A cold and noisy place but, between hunger, sleepiness and weakness we fall asleep in less than a second.

 

 

JANUARY 11, 2013, LEAVING FOR SANT’AGATA BOLOGNESE… FOR DAYS FULL OF MUSIC AND POETRY

Translation by Davide Andreis

12 PM One hour… and then I’ll start the engine of my C1 to reach for Flavio in Orte. Indescribable emotion… pure euphoria… that’s how I like to feel and these will be days like this!

3.20 PM We’ve been driving since awhile, after having set the GPS up, as usual. It’s raining and it’s cold. Big blacks clouds cross the sky, without slightly interfering with our state of grace. And these faces of ours in state of grace are pictured in one of the photographs.

8 PM Arrival in Sant’Agata. In front of the theater are some of our friends and, just to keep the tradition alive, we sneak in the only bar which is still open… but only for a few minutes, because the concert is about to begin. The theater is so cute. Very small, about 100 seats capacity. We admire with the joy of the waiting in our hearts, the stage populated by musical instruments. It is an image that I particularly like, that of the instruments alone on the stage… They offer an atmosphere of suspended time and they can, already, tell a story all by themselves.

9:30 PM With “Tempo Senza Tempo” a magnificent concert begins. No images in the background, this time, but the theater itself, however, offers an intimate setting, cozy and out of the ordinary. Flavio is in the gallery, while I sit close the mixer. I must say that listening to a concert from the position next to the mixer is an unforgettable sound experience for the purity and cleanliness of the sound that one perceives… Someone asks us the sense of hearing almost every night the same concert. It’s the love for those sounds, it’s the sense of absolute belonging to the content of those lyrics, it’s the desire for beauty and poetry, it’s to find out every time there is a song that maybe the day before you listened to as one among many but tonight, for the influence of external events or simply a combination of inner reasons, you feel it as more yours, so yours that you end up crying for joy, so yours that it brings you an immense serenity. To me tonight that song was “Il Contatto”. A song that I have always loved and one of my Carla’s favorites, but tonight I loved it even more … And while I listened, I spellbound watched the way Nick Taccori embroidered sounds on the drums. At the end, I was paralyzed by emotion, so much as not to be able to applaud…

In tonight’s playlist Carla has reinserted “Nomadi” and in the encore she added “Per Elisa” and the UNMISSABLE version of “Il Vento Caldo dell’Estate”, and “Messaggio”, too.

JANUARY 5: A DAY AT THE BEACH IN RIMINI… AND THEN THE CONCERT AT TEATRO NOVELLI

Translation by Davide Andreis

9:30 am
We just left from Terni. My fault… I was supposed to be at Flavio’s at 7, but my finger fought with the alarm snooze button and then, 20 minutes after
20 minutes the delay accumulated… But this is no longer big news…
Actually it was an excuse not to leave before the opening of the Patisserie “Modernissima” which, after the fasting of the Holiday Season, it’s the right
place to be! 🙂
I like the idea of spending an afternoon at the beach!
11.40 am

A beautiful sunny winter day and time passes very pleasantly while playing Ruzzle and listening to Exitpaul… A beautiful record of a great Artist
and friend. We deliberately didn’t play Samsara in the cd player, in order to savor every single note later on tonight.
Short stop at the service area and we have a bit of fun.

5.30 PM
Wonderful afternoon at the beach … the scent, the noise, the atmosphere … many people in winter clothes, reflections on the wet sand…
Exactly what I imagined and dreamed of days before this concert.

After the beautiful stroll along the sea, as usual, we sought refuge in a bar, meeting old and new traveling companions …
In between laughters, serious conversations, cocktails and hot chocolates, time goes by quickly and the longed moment is now here.

Our camera equipment is ready … it may seem strange, but it is natural for us to be able to audience the show and get excited as we follow Carla through the lens, as we’re trying to stop Time in those endless moments of happiness.

Yes, because attending one of Carla’s concerts or, best, simply “meeting” Carla, makes our day!
And so the emotions that we get from listening turn into pictures… images that we just browse at any moment of our lives to relive those unique,
magnificent moments, that magically are always new, over and over at every single concert… The show begins… the curtain opens up shifting cold air to the first row. It’s always a magic moment of breath-holding, a moment suspended in time…

It is no coincidence that the concert opens with “Tempo Senza Tempo”.
Carla and his musicians excite us again tonight, the show expanded to include “visions” projected on the stage that bind to the arrangements and melodies,
weaving textures of enchantment in our hearts…
The surprise is to listen, for the first time live on this tour, to a song over and over acclaimed by the audiences in the previous shows,
“Un Mondo a Parte”.
Gently, Carla’s voice, supported by the minor arpeggios of Osvaldo di Dio’s guitar, and the sound carpet of sampled arcs, welcomes us in a world apart, really…
The concert continues leaving us excited, welcomed, contented, and aware of how fortunate we are in being able to attend such a charm.

We repeat ourselves, but the interpretation of a particular song, “Il Sole nella Pioggia”, always leaves us breathless…

The end of the concert is entrusted to two historical songs of the 80s: “Il Vento Caldo dell’Estate” and “Per Elisa”, which in no way are affected by
the time passing by…
We just have to thank Carla for these indelible meetings…
Then, outside the theater Carla, as always extremely available, stops to greet all those who expect to receive a smile, a look, a handshake,
an intense hug.
We, travelers, conclude the day in a pizzeria, each with their own emotions still resonant inside us.