He’s dead Alfredo, the best friend “who with his serious and inappropriate speeches makes me waste all the opportunities”. In reality his name was Andrea Giacobazzi, but Vasco Rossi changed his name during the work: “Andrea’s fault” didn’t sound as good.
The story is known, or maybe not. The young Vasco approaches a certain Daniela at the disco, who agrees to be taken home. Typical Italian male, Vasco seduces women so he can brag about it to his friends. In fact, he runs to inform Andrea-Alfredo, but while those two philosophize, Daniela goes away with the very tanned Santino, owner of a BMW and a reproductive system around which legends flourished throughout Modena. Left alone and with the stigmata of an outcast, the future rocker grabs his guitar and from his heart, or just below, the well-known verse flows: «I missed another good opportunity tonight, she went home with the ne… the tr…”.
The words that I covered with dots, we shouted at the top of our lungs in concerts in the eighties and nineties. The radio stations of the time already censored them, but none of us ever thought of offending blacks and women by saying them. They were a way of identifying ourselves with the frustration of the defeated suitor. It was his own sensitivity at play, not that of the targets of the outburst. I have changed, we have changed. Except for one thing: the propensity to blame others for our failures. Even covered in dots, “Alfredo’s Guilt” remains the manifesto of the victimists. A true national anthem.
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2024-02-15 05:42:26
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