Lo ammetto e non lo nascondo, non ho più vent'anni e nemmeno trenta. Ma non per questo non compro biglietti di concerti nei quali so per certo che l'età media è tra i diciotto e i venticinque anni.
Non travisate per favore, mi sono stupita proprio l'altro giorno di non essere aggiornata su queste boy band giovani che fanno impazzire orde di ragazzine causandone scompensi ormonali.
No questa fase l'ho passata..purtroppo o per fortuna!
Ma andiamo con ordine.
Paolo Nutini vi dice niente?
Scrive, canta, emoziona, con un particolare registro vocale. Un soul che esce da un ragazzo che la sa lunga su come intrattenere il pubblico...
E così è stato un anno fa circa. In una calda sera di luglio mi sono diretta in quel Castello Scaligero di Villafranca Veronese con i biglietti stretti in mano per non perderli, dimenticarli, perché io il Paolo Nutini lo ascolto da quando è uscito il suo primo album These Streets, da quando apriva i concerti di Amy Winehouse.
E c'era un'emozione palpabile.
Ho preso posto ad otto file dal palco in mezzo ad una cornice che solo un castello può dare.
Luci soffuse ed erba sotto i piedi in attesa dell'inizio.
Accanto a me appariscenti fanciulle nei loro migliori abiti succinti in trepida attesa, io accanto a loro nei miei jeans appiccicaticci visto la temperatura umida. Ma si è giovani dentro anche quando mi si rivolgono con questa domanda " Scusi signora, le da fastidio se fumo?"... No certo, siamo all'aperto e in attesa di Nutini, neanche un "Signora" con un sorriso stampato sul viso può rovinarmi la serata!
Ed ecco finalmente una camicia bianca trionfare sul palcoscenico a cominciare il concerto.
Dal vivo il viaggio tra le sue strofe è un continuo stupirmi, un soul-blues mi incolla a bocca aperta senza riuscire a seguirlo nelle parole.
Poi mi sciolgo, prendo posizione e mi alzo in piedi sulla sedia come tutti attorno a me, per cantare a squarciagola un emozione lunga una sera.
Perché canzoni come questa devono essere ascoltate...anche per viaggiare.
These streets
Cross the border,
Into the big bad world
Where it takes you 'bout an hour
Just to cross the road
Just to stumble across another poor old soul from
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes
And it's harder than you think
To believe this sadness
That creeps up my spine
And haunts me through the night
And life is good and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I'm wondering 'round
With a half pack of cigarettes
Searching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
Where'd the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all
Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from
Walking by a high-rise to a landmark square
You see millions of people with millions of cares
And I struggle to the train to make my way home
I look at the people as they sit there alone
Life is good, and the sun is shining
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them
Trying to pretend that they've got some space
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I'm wondering 'round
With a half pack of cigarettes
Searching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in our Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
Into the big bad world
Where it takes you 'bout an hour
Just to cross the road
Just to stumble across another poor old soul from
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes
And it's harder than you think
To believe this sadness
That creeps up my spine
And haunts me through the night
And life is good and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I'm wondering 'round
With a half pack of cigarettes
Searching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
Where'd the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all
Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from
Walking by a high-rise to a landmark square
You see millions of people with millions of cares
And I struggle to the train to make my way home
I look at the people as they sit there alone
Life is good, and the sun is shining
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them
Trying to pretend that they've got some space
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I'm wondering 'round
With a half pack of cigarettes
Searching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in our Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
