Like yesterday I think the comment more competent (and close to my aesthetic) of the episode of yesterday's festival can read it at the site of Joyelle: http://fard-rock.blog.excite.it/permalink/509998
But today I want to deepen the interpreter that struck me most: Arisa with her song "Easy". Meanwhile
talk about her and glance: absolutely fantastic! It looks like a school girl (a bit 'intimidated) in the middle of the army that has gone before to greet, glamourosissime-like Divette are polished and planed by expert hands. She proudly shows off a humiliating dress (which not even Friday degli Addams…), degli occhiali fuori taglia e impegnativi (che neanche Elthon John degli anni ’70…), un nasetto da tartufi (che neanche Barba Straisand…)!!! E anche la performance è perfetta nella sua semplicità: ha cantato con le mani dietro la schiena…. un po’ come una studentessa elementare reciterebbe la sua poesia di Natale davanti a mamma e papà (impara, Marco Tommasini, impara!)! Ecco ti immagini di sentire da una così una canzone di isolamento, piena di autocommiserazione e nelle quali qualunque adolescente non particolarmente a proprio agio con il ribollimento ormonale poteva trovare sollievo e diletto.
E invece no! Tutta compiaciuta ti canta della semplicità di essere happy! Unsettling, no? The song is very nice: pop in the highest sense of the word. A chorus that sticks in your head and remember that I did a little 'the Italian group (those of "Tropicana"). Although the arrangement is far more intriguing and different than the meat loaf heard so far: with all openings and a large orchestral crescendo of strings. Just listen to the wise use (retained) the winds of "simple" to understand the difference between a pimp and a beautiful song, easy-pop song.
And this is just the song that, as written by Paul Jordan ("The Solitude of Prime Numbers") in the text recited by Haber, the festival needs. A song that makes you dream, it gives you a moment to put aside thoughts on the crisis, the difficulties, the mediocrity and gives you 3 minutes of irresistible pleasure. Just like a chocolate Lindor!
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