Oh, the rock.
As I wrote in this post , a Måneskin victory was quite predictable, since they conquered the teenagers. And when you conquer those who have a phone in their hands and use it as if they were breathing, you won the popular jury.
Sorry for France and Switzerland, but if those countries decide to get out of their IT Middle Ages and accept the role of social networks, even if they are not made of some fetid cheese, they could understand what happened: for days and days that adolescents and preteens are raving about that group. You don't need to be a father to see it, just use social media. Yes, the ones that aren't made of cheese that stinks.
To have more than three hundred points, however, populous nations must have contributed, so if we understandably put Italy, probably a flood of votes arrived from Germany, England (which had unpresentable artists) and probably several populous countries ( Ukraina, Poland) of Eastern Europe.
Obviously, if it is possible to organize on reddit against financial speculation and on TikTok to make Trump fail a rally, it will also be possible to form groups to make your favorite singers win. It seems obvious to me. And that's probably what happened. But the point is, you vote by phone, and that's the generation that is sex phone.
As you may have guessed, "domestic democracy" has "persuaded" me to watch the final.
And so far so good: after all I knew that teenagers are titillated by Damiano, Ethan & co, and also identify with Victoria, so I was not surprised. I have enjoyed enough of the zero dry points of the British, and so far everything is ok.
After all, the situation in Germany today is this:
Then I found myself arguing with some "technical" rockers. You know those guys who listen to rock with the look of a sommelier, discussing every pseudo-technical detail, and are able to make even a live Plasmatics concert with Wendy Williams in person and naked boring? Here, those.
Those who have read the article in which I define "Rock" what they do in Zitti & Buoni, and of course now they have taken the chair. “Rock is quite another thing”, they say with their mouth quam culum di gallinae. Go down as well: you don't understand a shit, and not even a glimpse of it. All.
Granted: since I was able to do one concert a year on average. Sometimes two. I started with the cursed Reggio Emilia airport at the age of 17 (1987).
Large or small groups (depending on the budget and time available) I have kept the pace until now. I stopped with Covid, but this year I'm seeing Nightwish in November.
Why am I saying this? Because Rock is not a music. Rock music is an ingredient, an essential component of an experience that goes far beyond music. In fact I was to see Pink Floyd in Venice, a group that I don't normally love: but Pink Floyd + Venezia + Tuttalaggente was an explosive recipe. And it was. I don't like the main ingredient, but the cake was a blast.
Rock, I repeat, is not a music. It is the musical ingredient of a way of living, of getting excited, of losing control, of taking off the chains of organized life.
A guy writes me that he understands rock because he has a total of 4500 hours of listening, I don't know how many records at home, and he knows by heart a huge number of technicalities, dates and biographies of the singers. Well, boy: then you've never listened to rock music.
You listen to rock music if you're in a Unity party park, obviously drunk, and when Gene Simmons decides to make out with a chick on stage you lemon the first girl you come across, and you're so drunk you're not sure if she is. a girl, car doesn't care.
You may have listened to 10,000 hours of rock records in your bedroom, with your professional headphones, vinyl and tube amps. Shaking the leg and the head. And not having heard ONE second of rock.
To say that you understand rock because you have studied everything about singers is like saying that you are a boxer because you have done a thesis on boxing. Does not work. Boxing IS LIVE in the ring. Judo IS LIVE on the tatami (and God knows how much I miss, getting on the tatami).
Rock IS LIVE at concerts.
Where music is an INGREDIENT of something that is much more complex. Your band can technically do this and that, but if they don't push a drunken crowd to make out wildly in the mud, they don't rock.
He makes rock music, like a company can make flour for cakes, but flour for cakes is not cake. To make the dessert you need to add other things. Many other things. Cake flour is the most important ingredient. But what matters in the end is the dessert.
If all you have done is listen to rock with a nice precision headset, until you hear the rustle of Ozzy Osbourne's fucking hair, but you have never returned from their concert with a beastly headache and the doubt of getting someone pregnant, you've never heard Ozzy Osbourne rock.
Rock is an experience that YOU LIVE. You live in many because it is a collective experience. We live in intoxication. You live in freedom. And without ALL of these ingredients, just talking about the music, you are talking about the cake by eating only the cake flour.
That it will also be perfect, it will also be fundamental, but the cake is a different thing. And if you haven't eaten the cake, with all your technical talk about its main ingredient, don't fool me. If you are a virgin, you have never experienced rock.
And no, having seen all of Siffredi's films won't make you a god of sex: sex, like music, you don't live alone. You have to live it, and not alone.
Another criticized me saying that he "can do the same things" with his guitar. Aha. Strange, because I in Rotterdam did not see YOU kidnapped by three Serbian mammals after the victory. I saw a tattooed guy named Damiano.
And in the fact that he is there and you are not, dear boy, there is the difference between who experiences something and who speaks it.
The difference between you and me, kid with pseudo-refined tastes, is that I know I envy them, but mine is a non-toxic envy. Would I like to be in his place? It seems obvious to me! Being 20 years old, having won Eurovision and Sanremo, and finding yourself kidnapped by three Serbian mammals while a sixteen-year-old Greek stands in line with a bib over her mouth: if you don't get envy, you're a walking dead!
Of course I'm too old now, too married, to slip into a concert for that purpose. But I did it in the past. Whenever I could. I made my story, like everyone else.
But this does not mean that even today I would go to a concert for them. So how will I go to see Nightwish without knowing the entire biography of the singer, including gastric problems (which you experts know by heart). But I'll be there for the thrills, the energy boost, and all of it. As a married man and a father, strawberries on the cake are enough for me, okay? But I'm not gonna spit on him 'cause I'm my age. I envy them, period. But you can also envy something you like, you know?
But you are evil. And you try to destroy the things I envied. You can't stand their success because it makes your failure more evident.
Imagine knowing how to play like them: then why aren't you there? Where is your failure? In your hate, maybe?
The poor want to be richer. Poor people want someone else to be poorer. In musical terms, those who want to live seek life. Those who hate life want others not to live it.
You are 20 years old too. But you played rock, you talked about it, but you never lived it . And that's why you stick to irrelevant details: “I could do it too”. As if smoke in the water was difficult to play. Wasn't it rock, in your opinion?
No, the way you DO NOT experience it, Smoke in the Water wasn't rock. For those who have been to a concert and mixed their sweat and saliva with someone else, Smoke in the water was rock, and how.
Could you play smoke in the water on the guitar? Likely. It is the first song a rock guitarist learns to play. Did you live like or with Deep Purple? I doubt it. You were at home passing the album cover under a microscope. For writing about paper quality in your three-reader fanzine. (do fanzines still exist, by the way?).
Another tells me that I cannot compare "holy monsters" and I cannot put them "on the same level".
You have not understood the essence of rock. The rebellion. In those days they would have called you "matusa", because rock is precisely the determination to give a damn about any sacred monster, to give a damn about any authority, and especially to mock its priests. I mean you.
If you think in terms of "rock monsters", my dear, the only sacred monster you should meet at least once in your life is the hottie.
Which cannot happen to you because you are boring, and as Adalgisto the Younger said, “ Gnoccae boring fugit “.
Another tells me that he too has been to many concerts, even more than me, and he remembers them all. Well. It turns out that you were sitting at your desk and taking notes. I don't remember everything, however.
Because I only remember parts of it. The rest of the time I was getting to know people, more or less biblically. I was jumping. I was doing bullshit when I was young. I was drinking. I barely remember one, two bands from the 1992 monsters of rock. You remember everything. Do you know why'?
Because you weren't with the others in the bedlam. You were in some fucking position where the sound was best, and you were a commentator the whole time, with your brain turned on ruining the experience and maybe even working for a fucking fanzine and taking notes. And you criticized the sound engineer.
And so you missed the point: rock was in the pit. Where you don't feel shit. But you LIVE the concert.
If you go to a concert with the intention of listening to it as you listen to a live in the stereo, without understanding that those are playing because you have fun, and not because you judge them or look at them like a salami, you at a concert do not have you ever been there.
If after the KISS concert at the moster of rock in Modena I approached Gene Simmons and told him "forgive me, I have a lot of sin, I missed your performance because I was making out with a chick from Udine (which is historically true)" , that would have looked at me like an alien. He was there for that . For an eighteen year old to do what he could only do at eighteen. If this happened, his concert was fabulous! “That's why I was there”, he would have told me.
Then he would have burst out laughing, and he would have said "introduce her to me": the thing you didn't understand, dear boring professor, is that Gene Simmons was playing to make THOUSANDS of boys and girls try to mate randomly despite the beastly heat . It was just what he wanted to GIVE us.
When a group is on stage it is not afraid of all those who are damning themselves in the pit. He is afraid to see those standing on the sidelines talking to each other with their hands in their pockets. Those like you boring professorini.
If you weren't in the bedlam getting bruised, if you weren't out of your mind (allow me a quote) if at the time of your favorites you did like your dad when the news is on and someone is talking (sshhhhhh!), then keep watching Frajese and don't break my balls!
Rock IS LIVE, or all you have is an ingredient in the cake.
But you have never tasted the cake.
In this sense, Måneskin rock. More than all of you "experts" put together, and more than all the rock you have ever experienced, sitting, shaking your foot on the chair to pretend you can play the drums.
Rock is a thing that you live. Music is the main ingredient, but it's not rock. It is just an ingredient.
And if you have not understood this and you continue to pass the cover of the discs under the microscope to express technical opinions that no one has asked you, you of rock do not understand anything, you know nothing, you have never really lived it.
Having said that, I salute the French, who have lost with the arrogance of the French restaurant serving you a burnt toast and demanding that you have an orgasm just because it's French , I salute the Swiss who believed us because they had the streaming platforms on their side, and also the British with their snooty London club music, where a peroni costs 25 pounds and the emotions are diluted: young people don't just want to listen to music.
They want to live it.
(Can you hear me, fucking streaming platforms? You don't do gigs. You'll always be the underdog.)
And this, to date, is only given by one type of music.
Rock. And since they wanted to LIVE IT, they overturned the result before your eyes, and enjoyed a concert (at least those who were in Rotterdam).
This is Rock Music:
While this is rock. If you are in the audience.
And they did very well, for this very reason, Måneskin, to transform the last performance into a real stadium concert.
who was there experienced a concert after two years of hiatus for covid. It was air, it was oxygen.
That's why he won.
Then, of course, of all the nations that wanted to make it clear to Eurovision that they are mainly inhabited by mammals, I still prefer Azerbaijan to Serbia.
But here we are at the tastes.