WHEN STARS ARE ALWAYS HANDS TO THE FLIGHT
“Dedicated to all the friends I promised a comment on the first Verona concert.” Valeria
Shakespeare said that there is no world beyond the walls of Verona (“there is no world without Verona walls”, Romeo and Juliet, Act III, scene III) and although for me, Veronese of ancient generation has always been this way, never was true like today May 19, 2017: in fact it is concentrated here, in Verona, indeed in its ancient Arena, the world that tonight I want is mine, the world I want to enjoy, that I want to savor and centinine! For more than two years I have been following and loving the music of three young people who, by absurdity, can say I am almost familiar with my own children because they daily inform me about their travels, their concerts every day listening to their songs , I rejoice in their success, get angry and, if necessary, fight if they are unjustly attacked and offended. For the first time tonight I will see them alive, but I keep my emotions closed within me, in fact only for affiliate love is accompanying my son, he is not their admirer, indeed belongs to the category of those who mock them without knowing them . We arrive at nine o’clock, I just have time to notice some ladies who are frantic and think, smiling, that surely they are Facebook friends who have finally met in flesh and bones!
The only person I recognize is the Torpedine manager who stays alongside the stairs to the stage side nervously. And here’s the lights on the stage, the orchestra, the director and then … they, here, strangely cool, are like I’ve seen them a million times on Youtube, TV, DVD, being just a few feet away Away does not send me any particular emotion. Appearance. And they open their mouth: it is Puccini’s “NESSUN DORMA”, and suddenly everything changes, it’s kind of a miracle. Angels from the sky have come down to sing, in this cold evening in Verona, their voices, as superb as they can be recorded, are all another story, the volume of voice and harmony that invests you and crushes you improbable!
First, Gian’s voice, warm and sinuous, envelops you and gulps you in soft velvet shawls, you almost want to be able to distract you more and more, it’s just perfect in tones, in passages, in harmonic turns; then Ignatius enters that voice at the same time fierce and vigorous, but also moved and passionate, who takes you by the hand and carries you to flowering meadows, crystal clear waters and blue skies, a voice that passes so passionately in some passages be able to unleash the emotions from the deepest, the most hidden desires, an ancestral emotion you would ever have thought to be able to try. Finally he closes the circle, Piero. Dear Piero, I have to apologize to you, I send the ash head and I regret it all the times that in my comments I wrote that your voice, while being beautiful and powerful, could not exercise on me or the seduction of Gian’s voice, not the passion of Ignatius’s voice.
When you started your part, I was literally annihilated, a voice so full, with such a harmonious power, a stamp so beautifully deep as I did not expect it: your voice was reeling from the Arena filled with centuries and I with the fantasy I saw the gladiators stop fighting and lions sit down to listen! Then I turned my gaze to my son and did not believe in my eyes. He was stunned, astonished, looking at me as if to say, “but how is it possible?” And I realized that the walls had fallen, that IL VOLO had won another battle! The audience toll is overwhelming, applause and ovations will continue without counting them until the end, in the Arena the “Magic Night” becomes even more magical, in few other places in the world the show is dual, one takes place on the stage, the other on the poles: the glimpse of the full moon to the unbelievable is of those that are not forgotten and the two shows blend together to almost make you feel lost.
The concert continues without a moment of failure, without the three boys having a fall of yield, a voice fogging: and so they pass all the arias we have so many times enjoyed, three voices, two , the solos. I was a little disappointed that, with respect to Florence,” Mamma” was so tender, but obviously some cut was needed to make room for those who were in the end the most moving songs of the evening: a wonderful “Caruso” of to which the boys make an interview that, I am sure, would be applauded by the same great Lucius, and the incomparable “Ave Maria, Mater Misericordiae”, which Gian, Ignazio and Piero perform so inspired to transform it into an immense choral prayer, capable of touching the heart of anyone, believing or not believing it is. Towards the end of the concert I reflected on how far the guys made the concert from Florence to today, their improvement is palpable, they emanate security, strength, mastery of text and notes: their music accomplishes the miracle of carrying you while listening to them, on a happy island, a kind of island of blessed ones where only the law of love is concerned and its expressions are beautiful and good.
Their voices are at this time the most beautiful we have in Italy and I am proud of the thought that in a few days they will shine the Italian name in the exclusive music temple that is the Royal Albert Hall in London. The concert is at its ultimate performance, and while the happy boys leave in the middle of the general jubilation to a crazy and festive ending with their “GRANDE AMORE”, I, who feel the hostility of my son now dissolved and indeed I became a little girl, I got up and tried to go under the stage, but a severe bodyguard blocked me, and then I just have to look up to Verona’s sky, that sky that tonight had to overwhelm us with thunder and lightning, and instead of the stars, because he felt obliged to adapt to the magic and the charm of a night like this. And as we leave the Arena, the echoes of the last notes go out in the air, but not in our hearts where they will be long, to preserve the magic effects of the wing music that tonight was donated to us.
Note from Daniela:
As promised I am sending you a wonderful review of my friend VALERIA BOSCH of the Verona Concert 19 May.
When I asked Valeria if I could send you the translation, she told me she knew Flight Crew well and that it was honored that I sent it to you.
Note from Jane:
I have left the translation just as it is as it adds to the beauty of the story. Thank you Valeria, for taking us with you to your incredible night under the stars. Once again, a huge thank you to Daniela for translating!