Until not long ago on the day of Good Friday, all used to dress in mourning for the men wearing the black suit with black tie, long black dress women up to the ankle. Even without a specific prohibition, not the cars circulating in the public service or even the coaches and bus master. Mourning was truly heard in the soul and was, without a shadow of exhibitionism ...
In Strada Maggiore, which was the main artery of the old Taranto, on Holy Thursday were not allowed to transit the cars for a pious customs. Wanted this custom, then, that on Holy Thursday, as the Lord's body lay on the bare earth, not attack the horses to the carriages. Among a tradition of kindness and mercy, and no one dared to break it. The sumptuous patrician families tarantine crews remained so, as the small cars for hire, in the stables. The ladies from large families, towards dusk, when the crowd began to thin out the tiny people, began to walk the sacred pilgrimage ...
Monday, March 22, in the Church of San Domenico, by the Brotherhood Addolorata, there will be a traditional concert of "The Passion in Taranto," now in its 38.ma edition. The appointment is for traditionalists to 19.00 when the band will perform the Navy, conducted by Xavier Mele, who delight us with the suggestive sound of funeral marches.
Program:
- Convent (Vincenzo Allow),
- Ton (Domenico Bastia)
- Friday (Nicole Centofanti)
- A tear the grave of my mother (Amedeo Vella),
- Funeral (Egidio Pignatelli, has not been performed since 1982 and on instruments of the master Giuseppe Gregucci)
- Sadness (James Lacey)
- Mater Dolorosa (Vittorio Manente - dedicated to the Brotherhood of Our Funeral March) ,
- A my brother (Nino Ippolito, never played in San Domenico),
- Mama (Luigi Rizzoli).
Nell'intermezzo will perform the song "The Passion on a slope" by Alessandro Carparelli.
will present an evening Panzetta Don Angelo, a professor of moral theology regional seminar of Molfetta.
"Why Emanuele Filiberto can sing at the festival and not me?" asked Mariano Apicella walking alone, nervous, for Sanremo. For some 'time this thing had become an obsession that made him increasingly irritable. Symptomatic of what had happened a few days before, on the flight from Milan to Rome. Apicella, guitar and just stepped on board, had been stumped for trivial matters, see my hand baggage and window seat. Passengers have long remembered the cries of the musician - "imbufalito" as he yelled several times - and even a sound and firm, "but goes to you and cagher Cavalier!" Coming from the central file that had made him immediately down a peg. He, used to travel by plane to the state, now he had to settle for a scheduled flight, like everyone else.
Among other things, he thought Apicella, soon would be released on his new album written with Mr Berlusconi. And one of these tunes, 'Music', he wanted to sing on stage at the Festival. The music had always liked: as a child, just heard the songs of Topo Gigio, and starts to sing and dance in front of the television. What then had to do with the music, Sanremo, this is not Mariano if he was ever asked. He knew only one thing: that would be fools to miss an opportunity like this.
When John Denver was Guaglione, was infatuated with the electric guitar and the metal. He had grown his hair, which when it was time to move them solos, and sometimes even had voted Communist. Nonsense of boys. His mother always told him: "Mary, bellemammà, let it be the guitar and found a job at the Land Registry or Italsider that the metal and the communists there fields. And you cracked six mica, Mary? "" And I mica so 'stupid, Mom! "Mariano always answered.
One day he entered the church to speak with his manager, who did well to supplement the sexton, Mariano had seen entering Peppino Gagliardi, a Neapolitan cantantone than that his mother had all 45 laps and he will always listened. The singer was kneeling with his right hand had a scratch on his forehead, settled his tie, shook a little 'dust from his left shoulder, removed a hair from the right, then he brought his hand to his mouth, as look at her nails, had risen and had gone as it was coming.
The Guaglione was struck by this scene and thought about it for days. Peppino Gagliardi, his idol, who came to church! Instead, its drummer always swore like a turkish and that is why he smelled of hunger, and the bass player, he kept his wife may be pregnant, also voted Communist. Peppino Gagliardi no. He went to church, they made the Santacroce, and do not spit on the ground. Peppino Gagliardi sang love songs, like at all and had made the new car and even a beautiful villa on the sea.
That meeting impressed him. Mariano realized that he had perhaps a set and a minimum you should change directory and look. He cut his hair, rather it made her a little ' hair loss, which made him look respectable, fattening a little and start to get a jacket and tie. Blue suit, white shirt, off the nail and the Iron Maiden t-shirt that he wore. In the meantime he had also learned to do the tour and seventh chords increased. He learned also that both the Neapolitan songs like tourists and began singing in restaurants and hotels. Things went the right at home.
A evening, while singing the hotel Vesuvio in Naples, Apicella said the match of his life. A tourist is a bit 'special: a little guy from Milan, peeled, quickly, that to see how they move and seemed to serve him as the Almighty. One full of girls, money, cars, houses, televisions, that everyone loved him, apart from the usual horned, judges and communists. Mariano just saw him at Issus, a knight, he is fond of now. In the midst of everything sfaccimme ragged ass around him to Mariano, the Doctor, seemed like a ray of light, a lifeline to hold on, a special grace of San Gennaro. "The trains run only once and if no one takes it on the fly, goodbye and thank you. Or am I wrong? I mica so 'stupid' was repeated Apicella. But only the Knight, as well as being Chairman of the Board, was also president of Milan, and instead kept Apicella for Naples, not to mention that the rival fans Hvar sfruculiamenti blows and not teasing. Faced with this choice of field ethics, we immediately decided which side to be: both. Naples and Milan at the same time, the Doctor could not be upset that they kill each other then anger, and even San Gennaro. Cav. much he liked the karaoke, and he was glad the whole nation. And yet he liked to Mariano immediately karaoke. The usual story: nobles and commoners, who was born with the shirt and who Battistoni with patched ass. Who is the servant and who is not. Who is smart and who's not.
Only now, after some whim if it was lifted by the President and seventh chords increased so much that he liked, Mariano found himself through the streets of Sanremo, agitated with the same question in mind: "Emanuele Filiberto in Sanremo and Apicella not?". And the Knight? Not interested in promoting the new album? Isso, because he had forsaken me? While asking these things, it started to rain. Mariano slipped in the first bar that came before.
The place was almost empty, darkened, we sat down and ordered a beer in the 'waiting spiovesse. He could not find peace. Sure, eg he could do as Morgan. Groped the media coup, have maximum visibility without even participate in the Festival. Only he, Apicella, the only addiction she could admit was that of mozzarella di bufala: e la cosa non faceva tanto fine, a dire la verità. Dallo stereo del locale partì una musica che gli sembrò di riconoscere. Era Wrathchild, un hit degli Iron Maiden che a lui era sempre piaciuto e che modestamente, quando lo suonava con la chitarra tra i denti, il suo figurone lo faceva sempre. Altri tempi. Altri posti. Altri tagli di capelli. A sentire quelle note, a Mariano venne una nostalgia che se in quel momento esatto gli fosse apparso davanti Eddie, il pupazzo degli Iron Maiden, di sicuro se lo sarebbe abbracciato come ad un fratello. Altro che Vittorio Emanuele Filoberto o come sfaccimme si chiamava quello là, che solo grazie al titolo nobiliare si poteva permettere il lusso di andare a Sanremo e invece Mariano Apicella no.
In quel momento, invece di Eddie, nel bar entrò un uomo bassino, col volto nascosto da un cappellone da guappo. Ordinò qualcosa da bere, si appoggiò al bancone con fare indifferente e rivolse lo sguardo verso Mariano. “Guagliò, ma tu non sei Apicello?” gli chiese lo sconosciuto.”Proprio a te cercavo” gli disse avvicinandosi al tavolo e sedendosi senza neanche essere stato invitato. “Accomodatevi pure” fece con buona creanza Mariano, dopo che il tipo si era già accomodato di suo. “Scusate, ma voi chi siete?”.
“Marià, mi manda ‘o Cavaliero. Ti fa sapere di stare sereno. Che c’è sempre l’Eurovisione. That just ends up with all this tarantella prosecutors in Florence and Rome and Palermo, the promotion of the album he thinks. Then, as it exits the CD, makes you do a seratone on Rai Uno by Bruno Vespa. You just have to stay calm and do crazy things. Forget Morgan is Filoberto. Now go Ariston, there is a place reserved for you in the audience. You sit, you see the show and applauded when the cameras t'inquadrano. Smile Mary, and made glad to see Knight does not like the sad faces. " "Sorry, but this thing just seems to you that the Prince and Mariano Apicella not?" "Guaglio, that lasts as long as a smoked cigarette ..." "... and then can not even sing Wrathchild "Apicella said absently. "But you were really good in your day, Mary" said the man. "Thank you very much. Only now is he and I in San Remo, no offense, are in this sewer of coffee to talk with you even know that's your name. Leave me alone, please be patient. "" Come, ma 'or not really know me? Yet once you loved me! "The man looked at him with eyes of fire, stood up, took off his hat and Apicella apparsero two huge bases that he recognized immediately. "Mary, kneel and kiss mane Ste. 'The Song Peppino Gagliardi. " Mariano saw una corona di luce, s’inginocchiò, gli prese le mani sudate che puzzavano di nicotina, notò le unghie sporche, lesse “ciuccio pensaci tu” sul tatuaggio nella mano, le baciò, svenne.
Quando si riprese, si ritrovò fuori del bar, con la testa confusa. Era ancora sotto shock per l’apparizione di Peppino Gagliardi, che se lo raccontava a sua madre quella non gli avrebbe creduto mai. Poi, improvvisamente, Mariano si rese conto che aveva ricevuto un’offerta che non poteva rifiutare. Cornuto e mazziato. E basta. Ritirò la testa nelle spalle alzandosi il bavero del cappotto, si avviò lentamente verso l’Ariston quando, a tutta velocità, gli sfrecciò accanto una macchina targata Napoli con a bordo quattro giovinastri. Arrivato ad un metro da Apicella l’autista frenò di botto, uscì la testa dal finestrino e gli urlò in faccia: “Apicè, sì n’ommemmè, tu e il Cavaliero tuo!”. Poi l’auto partì sgommando tra gli sghignazzi e le pernacchie degli occupanti. Apicella ci rimase ‘o veramente male assai: prima diventò rosso peperone, poi verde bile. Fortunatamente che per strada nessuno aveva visto e sentito.
Allontanandosi frettolosamente, notò una luce blu intermittente che proveniva da tutti i palazzi. In ogni casa c’era una televisione accesa sul Festival: e in quel preciso momento Emanuele Filiberto stava cantando “Italia amore mio”. Gli occhi gli si riempirono di lacrime. Amare, oltre che napuletane. All’improvviso, come attraversato da un fulmine, come in un satori a Sanremo, Mariano decise. Di non andare all’Ariston. Di lasciare perdere i milanesi, gli accordi di settima. Di tornare a casa, a Napoli, da mammà. Magari ci avrebbe riprovato a mettere su il gruppo di metal con i guaglioni amici suoi. Ora si sentiva più leggero: rallentò il passo e senza motivo s’inoltrò per i vicoli. Aveva smesso di piovere: sorrise, sentendo l’aria fresca di quella sera di Febbraio sul volto. “E io mica so’ fesso” si ripetè Mariano Apicella.
(pubblicato su "Sicilia libertaria" n. 293 a. XXXIV - Marzo 2009 )
A Perfect Day (not to listen to the songs of football teams)
Al terzino nella grappa (1919-2010)
" not ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you end up having to miss all. " Two hundred forty pages to hear the end this thing. Of course the books I write, I thought this was the cover then all white.
if someone had forgotten dell'otorino in the study and had not returned to retrieve it. To me, he could have moved to the countryside to make the hermit, or die at ninety. The important thing that he had left, you could at least give it a try while waiting for call me the visit. However, if you really want to hear this story, if you want to know what happened and company, you should know that it all started the other day, when they told me I had to write something about music and sports. And so I'm prepared. I have studied. I listened to the songs of football teams. All. To remain dry.
is basically how it is that I caught the otosquamospirosi and have come here for all these medical tests and accidents of ruin. My head is full of ale-oo and ears have become spirals. Introverted, says the otolaryngologist. And even with green scales. But health is quite good. Just learned about this sport, I had come a lot of stories in his head, telling them that it would take two hours here and instead are available only six thousand characters including spaces. So I listened to the hymns.
was in the morning, there was the sun and I thought I hurry up early and then go to the beach. Only that, as happens in these cases, which I did not know what I was going to meet. I mean, how do you know what will happen until it happens? The answer is that you do not know.
So, come to the twentieth anthem, the sky is obscured. The birds were silenced before they sang. The cat ran away from home. The risotto was bill. The Plants I have taken the salute. The stereo was turned red with shame. I would like to speak to you. This story sucks.
anthem of Genoa, for example, that seems written by a feminist collective, "O woman prepares oooo my flag on the new league that will have to win against Genoa." Tremendous.
Or that of Treviso. Title: "Football's smile." A fake stuff sung by a child who only makes you immediately feel the urge to join the club "Herod" doorstep and all that follows. And the anthem dell'Ascoli: I still could not take away from his ears unnerving eeee oooo start on a dance 80.
But when I heard what dell'Arezzo, I got a thick louder in my ears. Then I realized why: the author was Pupo. A fierce head to head with the anthem of Parma, only that it was stuff like Entertainment Orchestra Casadei, with a singer who seemed to run away from a hard EIAR.
But the blow that I was lying just arrived with one of Campobasso, Molise dialect closely based tamarro-folk. Crazy Text: Molise Disneyworld as such, people who think only of Campobasso and Sunday becomes all friends. Praise to the leadership, praise to the players: the authors duo Gino and Gina. But is not that there were only them, the old Gino and Gina.
The list of musicians who had recorded a song just left you breathless: Venditti, Luca Carboni, half of Pooh, New Trolls, Timor, Banda Bassotti, Sud Sound System and the rest. Then there was the anthem of Milan, the words of that marpione sfessato Berlusconi, "Milan Milan always teeeee. At this stage it does not appear if no one wire and the curve songs on there, but they sound the same. So people do not notice anything ever.
The ears eventually rebelled: "And with good reason," says otolaryngologist. "Relax," he says to me is while inserting a plunger into the ear. Then I thought about the music, in stadiums that got to do is always too narrow, with shirts that do not look good. The same must wear shirts during the mega. Those where there are a hundred thousand people who go there to hear four to play, then the curve seem to five centimeters high, and that without them you would see even on large screens. One hundred thousand people all lined up, ordered, happy and obedient. As the animals to the slaughterhouse.
The music has nothing to do so, with these things. And even the stage has to do with the music so much, I thought. With the concentration camps did. For example, how the stadium in Santiago, Chile during the coup that it had become a concentration camp. Or as in China, where There are mass executions and families bring their children there to see the show.
Then he finished the otolaryngologist. "The ears will remain green and spiral for at least another ten days. Of course she really exaggerated. What music do you listen? "He said, washing his hands full of banners, smoke bombs and paper he had pulled out of my ears. "See you in a week. Three hundred euro, thanks. " Better than the exorcist, I thought coming out from the study. At least he will issue a receipt for tax purposes.
Hymns of football teams, you know? Circle of horror stuff. I would like to see you. What do you stand quietly at home and your favorite piece is "4: 33” di John Cage. Quello che è solo silenzio. Vorrei proprio vedervi, a voi. Avete mai ascoltato l’inno del Catanzaro? Ecco, provate a farlo e a uscirne vivi. O perlomeno con le orecchie a posto. Senza squame e compagnia bella, voglio dire. Io articoli così non ne scriverò più.
Piuttosto mi leggo il libro che ho trovato dall’otorino, quello con la copertina bianca. Giuro.
(pubblicato su "l'Arcobaleno" n.6 anno III - febbr. marzo 2010. Numero monografico sullo sport)
Until not long ago on the day of Good Friday, all used to dress in mourning for the men wearing the black suit with black tie, long black dress women up to the ankle. Even without a specific prohibition, not the cars circulating in the public service or even the coaches and bus master. Mourning was truly heard in the soul and was, without a shadow of exhibitionism ... 
In Strada Maggiore, which was the main artery of the old Taranto, on Holy Thursday were not allowed to transit the cars for a pious customs. Wanted this custom, then, that on Holy Thursday, as the Lord's body lay on the bare earth, not attack the horses to the carriages. Among a tradition of kindness and mercy, and no one dared to break it. The sumptuous patrician families tarantine crews remained so, as the small cars for hire, in the stables. The ladies from large families, towards dusk, when the crowd began to thin out the tiny people, began to walk the sacred pilgrimage ... 
Monday, March 22, in the Church of San Domenico, by the Brotherhood Addolorata, there will be a traditional concert of "The Passion in Taranto," now in its 38.ma edition. The appointment is for traditionalists to 19.00 when the band will perform the Navy, conducted by Xavier Mele, who delight us with the suggestive sound of funeral marches. 
