Morrissey: le curiosità, Roma e tutte le canzoni di "Autobiography"

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In UK è stato già scritto e detto quasi tutto. Anticipazioni, citazioni, incisi, virgolettati, gossip, rivelazioni e tutto il mondo attorno. Una cosa al momento è certa: “Autobiography” è il libro dell’anno e non solo per il record di vendite con il conseguente numero 1 in classifica. Morrissey sempre e comunque. Avreste dovuto vedere la febbre londinese per questo volume. Anche il commesso della libreria era beatamente entusiasta: “Bell’acquisto! Non è facile trovarlo… stanno per finire le scorte!”. 457 pagine, 7£ (di media), carta rozza, poche foto in bianco e nero, l’essenzialità al servizio dei contenuti. Tanti. Ma queste righe non vogliono essere una recensione. Come diavolo si fa a dare un giudizio critico sulla storia di una vita così piena, avventurosa, incredibile? Togliamo le catene, leviamoci la cravatta, mettiamo i piedi sul tavolo, mandiamo per una volta affanculo le buone maniere, l’analisi dettagliata sempre e comunque. Gli inutili fiumi di frasi fatte.

Dentro “Autobiography” troverete l’infanzia, la Manchester più grigia e afflitta del mondo, la strada, la scuola fatiscente, Elvis Presley, l’Irlanda delle origini, David Bowie, i T.Rex e Rita Pavone, l’Hacienda, il punk, i New York Dolls, James Dean, i Nosebleeds, Ian Curtis e quelle telefonate (“Paul Morley and Ian Curtis are always in line both ready to be Elvis, both ready to chronicle Age. Ian… Telephones me a few Times to test my palette of words. He Is genuine and Is attempting first poems”), la Rough Trade, gli Smiths certamente, la politica, i viaggi, la famiglia, la lunga vicenda legale, la carriera solista, i concerti, il mondo e poi Roma, la vera Roma Nord.

“… an ancient church in a Parioli square just north of the city center will be our squat for several months. Outside, in Piazza Euclide the stylish youth of Rome stand about stylishly doing nothing – their scooters parked irresponsibly as the hunting teens tear into alchool and pastries, and freedom is 80 per cent of what life is. No doleful sights here, no slum mums defined by their murky children…”

E l’incontro con il maestro Ennio Morricone per la registrazione di ‘Ringleader of the Tormentors’:

“The reclusive cardinal of Italian music is Ennio Morricone […] this is unusual, since the maestro of maestros has refused U2 and David Bowie, but somehow says yes to porky me”.

E ancora su Roma:

“Rome has been my city for several years, with all of its soft sorrows of browns and reds. I live for almost one year at the Hotel de Russie, guided by the olive-dark face of Gelato, whom I had met at Dublin Airport […] My nightly walks with Jesse would begin at the tip of Villa Borghese where Via Ulisse Aldrovandi lines up its glossy array of roadside prostitutes – mostly male, hard-bitten heroes fastidiously attired as sons of Eros…”

Michael Stipe: When I first heard Everyday is Like Sunday I felt very jealous….

Così per gioco ci siamo presi la briga di elencare tutte, ma proprio tutte, le canzoni citate dal Moz lungo queste imperdibili pagine. Dall’infanzia agli albori degli Smiths. Una lista succosa dove troverete curiosità e sorprese. Buona lettura.

Millie Small – My boy lollipop
Radha Krishna Temple – Hare Krishna mantra
Roy Orbison – It’s over
Manfred Mann – Pretty Flamingo
Alan Price – Simon Smith and his amazing dancing bear
New Vaudeville Band – Peek-a-boo
Four Tops – Bernadette
Francoise Hardy – All over the world
The Righteous Brothers – You’ve lost that lovin feelin
(“Hand led me the light…”)
Jimmy Jones – Good timin
Tony Orlando – Bless you
Marianne Faithfull – Come and stay with me
(“My very first disc”)
Love Affair – Rainbow valley
The Foundations – Back on my feet again
The Small Faces – Lazy sunday
Sandie Shaw – You’ve not changed
Rita Pavone – Heart
(“A boyish italian girls with a rising belt of vocal power”)
Timi Yuro – The best of
Tommy Korberg – Judy my friend
Matt Monro – We’re gonna change the world
Shirley Bassey – Let me sing and I’m happy
Tin Tin – Toast and marmalade For tea
Barry Ryan – Eloise
David Bowie – Starman
Buffy Saint-Marie – Soldier blue
The Pioneers – Let your yeah by yeah
Dave And Ansell Collins – Double barrel
Bob and Marcia – Young, gifted and black
Springwater – I will return
Hurricane Smith – Don’t Let it die
Jo Jo Gunne – Run run run
The Elgins – Heavens must have sent you
T.Rex – Jeepster / Telegram Sam / Metal guru
(“T.Rex are my first concert…”)
Roxy Music – Virginia Plain
New York Dolls – Jet boy / Vietnamese baby
(“The Velvet Underground hand ben born weary, had found hell with in themselves and then couldn’t care l’essere if they Made you suffer, because their message was simile: you will never have anything. The Dolls were laughing all the Way to a speedy grave”)
Sweet – Charlie’s aunt
Alice Cooper – Billion dollar babies
Mott The Hoople – All the young dudes
Patti Smith – Horses
Iggy and the Stooges – Raw power
Sex Pistols – Anarchy in the UK
Nico – Chelsea girl
Nancy Sinatra – Happy
Dionne Warwick – Loneliness remembers what happiness forgets
Jobriath – Morning starship
Timi Youro – Interlude

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