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Giovanna in Taormina & Lecce 2019!

Finalmente il Primo (e il Secondo) Concerto (Finally, the First and Second Live Concert)

By Giovanna

After Italy and our planet recover from the current viral onslaught, the world may be different.  As Gianluca said in his live videocast last week, when this is over, it may be hard for many people and many things to go back to the way they were.  But we can still look forward to the fact that music and laughter are universal and unstoppable.

In my last submittal, I promised to describe my first Il Volo concert(s) from 2019.  But first, I wanted to recount a funny story from my 2018 trip to Sicily.   That was my fourth hiking or cycling trip in Italy. Due to the travel dates, I knew I would not be able to hear any Il Volo concerts.  I spent the time becoming addicted to the Mediterranean and Ionian coasts of Sicily.

When we first arrived a few days before the start of our hike, I had trouble calling our bed-and-breakfast host near the Palermo Vucceria.  So I ended up pressing the citofono and climbing stairs looking for his suite.  A middle-aged guy in the street, who was a friend of his, called him on the telefonino (cell phone).  While on the phone this buddy was ribbing me in Sicilian, telling Claudio that he better come down quick, because his guests “si stanno impazzendo” (are going crazy) and every other tease he could think of, winking the whole time.  My helper was a typical Sicilian – extraordinarily courteous and kind on the one hand, and ‘nu sperto (smart aleck) on the other.  Then he hugs us and tells us his name is Piero.  I burst out laughing.  Of course, it is.  What else would it be?  (But it’s a common name, right?) 

Even wilder was the historian/guide at Segesta a few days later.  He was a little bantam rooster of an athlete in his 20’s.   Black jeans, dark curls, trim beard, soft eyes, deep dark voice, movie actor face.  He announced his name was Gianluca.

I was in tears laughing at this point, and just had to ask him if he sang tenor or baritone.   He pulled me aside and we promptly got into an argument (‘na schariatina) in Sicilian.  Two Sicilians arguing – what else is new?  He insisted that our driver, Maurizio, lied when he said we were Americans.  As short as I am, and with my left hand in the air for every other word, I had to be Italian.  I also learned that this particular Gianluca refers to himself as “Sicilianissimo” (ultimate Sicilian) and considers himself an expert in recognizing his own kind. 

I’ve had this happen in a number of places in Italy over the years, where Italians sometimes confuse me for an Italian, not an American.  A few examples:

Near Catania: “Si pare dalla faccia” (It shows on your face).

Rome: “L’accento si senti”  (I hear your accent).

Giardini, Sicily after two days of swimming in the Ionian Sea: “Una verissima Siciliana – nera, nera come ‘na magrebina” (A real Sicilian – dark as the rest of us Mediterraneans.)

Storekeeper in a negozio in Florence:  “You remind me of my mother in Calabria.  I’ll take off 40 euros if you come in the back with me for an espresso e una chiacchierata” (some conversation).”  I told him the last thing I wanted to hear from a handsome young Italian is that I looked like his mother.

Our driver outside Cefalu: “How long since you emigrated from here to the States?”  My answer, “Non ho mai messo piede qua!” (I’ve never set foot here!).

Near Milano:  If you’re a ciclista, you’ll know who the great designer Ernesto Colnago is.  He refused to make me a custom road racing frame years ago.  “Sei Italiana, ma sei troppo bassa. La bici uscira brutta!” (You’re Italian but you’re too short.  The bicycle will come out ugly.)

Eventually I gave up arguing. 

I didn’t meet any Ignazios in 2018, but I didn’t need to.  I have two Sicilian-American cousins called Ignazio.  One’s tall, one’s funny.


Despite following Il Volo for years, and even going back and forth to Italy, I never attended a live concert until 2019.  As I mentioned, I returned to Italia to hear them on their home turf in Taormina, Sicily and Lecce, Puglia, both shows in July.  It gave me an excuse to be around the beaches, the white marble architecture, the restored synagogues, and the marketplaces of eastern Sicily and southern Italy for a month.  Americans haven’t discovered these areas, but the northern Italians flock there for vacanze and ferragosto.  I was delighted not to hear a word of English for a month.  Siracusa and Ortigia, with exotic fruit, baking hot sunshine, blinding white marble, noisy markets, singing in the stalls, street signs in Greek and Hebrew, the sparkling Adriatic visible at every turn, make me ubriaca di gioia (drunk with pleasure).  I finally found a place I feel really at home.

Besides, there’s nothing like Sicilian pasta al salmone, and the Pugliese really know how to roll their dark bread dough in black sesame seeds.   And where else do the vending machines along the beach have bottles of Inzolia Sicilian white and Nero d’Avola red instead of Coca Cola?  Antonio, one my limo drivers, told me that Italians have a name for a meal without wine.  They call it colazione (breakfast). E magari, a volte… (Even then, sometimes, too).  Using wine all day is not the case for every Italian since, for example, Piero Barone, and even my landlord in Giardini, sono astemi (don’t drink at all). 

Ora Arriviamo al Dunque (Now We Get to the Point)

Jana, Daniela, Pat and others in the Flight Crew reviewed last year’s concerts as they occurred.  I wanted to tell you about some things that didn’t make the web pages or the blogs.  These things will not change, even if the Meet and Greets, Wine and Dines, and whatever else they’re called, come to an end.  I’ve never been to any of those things, anyway.

Aside from their voices and their stage presence, in the short time I was around the Il Volo concert setting, I was most impressed with the humanity and grace of these young men, and what veri gentiluomini (real gentlemen) they can be, when they choose to.  Non fraintendermi!  Don’t get me wrong!  I raised an Italian Jewish son exactly their age.  With young guys, including mine, sometimes they are delightfully charming, and other times “it gets real.”  I suppose these three guys are the same as mine.  Here are some examples of what they can be:

First, my all-time favorite, and Sicily’s greatest mystery writer, Andrea Camilleri, died the Thursday before the Il Volo Taormina concert.  If you’ve ever read Il Commissario Montalbano Mysteries or watched them on TV (starring Luca Zingaretti, Cesare Bocci and Peppino Mazzotta), you know who Camilleri is.   I didn’t hear the news until I went up to Taormina that Friday to buy some paperbacks in the tabbacheria and catch the local gossip in the cafés on Corso Umberto.  Those of us who are Sicilians were still lamenting his death a few nights later at the Il Volo concert.  (Sicilians are really good at that).   During the concert, Piero and Ignazio, Sicilians both, had the extraordinary sensitivity to ask for a few minutes to honor the memory of our Sicilian hero with a farewell aria in the middle of the show.  Lots of hugging and swaying in the audience – but well deserved.

Second, some of you may have seen the 2019 Taormina concert photo of Piero holding a teenaged girl at the left side of the stage, late in the show.  I think I even saw the picture on the Flight Crew page.  What wasn’t obvious is that this very disabled young lady, in her prettiest summer dress and barely able to walk on her brace supports, spent the length of two songs being held by Piero, while he sang his parts.  To take care of this young lady who had trouble standing, Piero had to crouch and sit at the edge of the stage to hold her so she wouldn’t fall, as her caregivers temporarily took her walking equipment away, and he stayed that way a long time.  This brave young lady didn’t want any crutches in her arms; she wanted Piero in her arms, and he obliged her.  I was really touched by the look on his face afterwards, as he sighed with compassion, moved by what this young girl went through to get near him, and watching her struggle on her supports as she left him with her helpers around her.  I didn’t expect a young star to be that human.  In Yiddish we would say What a mentsh! and in Italian Che persona! (What a person he is!)  But of course, if he’s like his coetani (guys his age) there are probably other sides to him. 

These are Flashes of Memory and a Few Things to Look Forward to When Italy Recovers

 Snapshots from Taormina Concert

  • Ignazio teasing that every time Gianluca tries to speak Sicilian, he growls like a Mafiusu.

  • Ignazio doing a fake Italian TV commercial with a dial-in phone number to raise money to save Piero’s home village of Naro. Every time the other two interrupt him, he starts the “tape” over.

  • Piero charging up the center aisle to sing at the back of the amphitheater, then unable to get back to the stage because he’s nearly covered in girls.

  • Gianluca completely cranked up, running victory laps back and forth at the front of the stage hand-slapping all the young kids, while everyone in the audience is standing and singing “Volare.”

  • Late night after the concert, people singing Il Volo songs up and down Corso Umberto, even those who didn’t go to the show.

Snapshots from Lecce Concert

  • After centuries of never having public entertainment in the Piazza del Duomo, watching as the stage was being built up each day across from the archbishop’s palace – for Il Volo,

  • Gianluca accidently delaying the show because he left his stage clothes at the hotel. Ignazio joking that they decided to wait for Gianluca’s clothes because it didn’t seem right to make him do an entire concert in front of the Archbishop of Lecce in mutande (in his underwear).

  • Gianluca personally thanking Archbishop Michele Seccia “chi mi ha dato la crisma” (who gave him the oil of anointing at his confirmation 12 years ago), because look what happened to his life since then.

  • Folks watching the show for free from the roof of their apartment building above the piazza teasing Ignazio. Ignazio, always in fine form, yelling at them to go buy a ticket.  

  • Gianluca doing a goofy American accent to make fun of how badly Americans pronounce “Arriverderci Roma.”

  • People in front of me betting on whether Gianluca could make it to the end of the show without climbing off the stage to play with a small boy down front. (He didn’t make it to the end).

  • Piero describing how ten years ago they were so young that they were this short . . . except Ignazio, who was this wide . . .

Che Dio vi benedica tutti voi, e anche i ragazzi e le loro famiglie.

May God bless you all, and the guys and their families, too, during this time.

Some pictures….

They need more publicity than this
They needed more publicity than this!
Taormina The light crew can do wonderful things on that backdrop in the Teatro Antico
Taormina – the light crew can do wonderful things!
String bending on a Fender Stratocaster Brownie
String bending on a Fender Stratocaster Brownie
Lecce Gianlu got his pants back but he may be noticing his shoes are different.
Gianluca got his pants back, but notices shoes are different?
Alessandro Quarta actually wore a T shirt long enough to cover his belly when he bends backwards
Alessandro got a shirt long enough to cover his belly!
10th anniversary thank you poster
10th Anniversary thank you poster…
This is how short I am. I cannot even reach the floor.
Yours truly – my feet do not touch the floor –  kind of like an Il Volo concert!

 

C’è di più.

There is more to come. 

Jo Ann…

 

Introducing Flight Crew’s New Contributor: Jo Ann!

Ciao!

I had the pleasure of discovering Jo Ann, when she answered my plea and so graciously offered her room to share at The Palms in Vegas!  We were so excited to meet each other after several long phone calls.  Unfortunately, I didn’t make it to Vegas, but she did, which she will tell us about in a future post.  🙂   Of course I am always on the hunt for new recruits, so I asked if she’d be interested, and she said yes!  She speaks, Italian and Sicilian, as well as English and hales from the Denver area.  She will be working with Daniela in sharing some of the workload on the various translations, etc.  So, Igna and Piero, you have no more secrets!  Now, if she could pick up some Abruzese, well, the guys would have no secrets at all!  🙂  Welcome aboard to the crazy Flight Crew, Jo Ann!  Without further ado, here she is!


By Giovanna

Ciao a tutti!  Since this is my first time writing for the Flight Crew, let me introduce myself.  I grew up as Giovanna Singer di Marchione in New Jersey.  I answer to Giovanna, Yochanah, or Jo Ann, depending on what country I’m in. 

Guarigione a Distanza: Long-Distance Healing

Nine or so years ago, my mother and son, watching a film clip on television, shouted across the house for me to come out of my office and hear something.  I know my mother was really affected by it, because she was joking with me in Sicilian dialect Giovanna, veni ca, e tale!”  (“Jo Ann, come here and look!”).  My mother hadn’t spoken Sicilian in 25 years, due to depressive illness and traumatic memories, and I despaired of my son ever hearing her speak it with me.  I ran into the room in time to hear one of three boys, ‘nu ragazzinu (a young guy) with eyeglasses stretching “ma na-a-a-a-a-tu sole” into an 8-beat measure.  I was dumbstruck at the smooth richness in such a young voice, in a teen my son’s age.  I also couldn’t believe the “cioccolato fondente” (molten dark chocolate) baritone coming out of the smallest one, or the powerful vibrato from the tall one. 

Up to that moment I was frustrated that Mama had abandoned her past.  This was a woman who grew up singing with Tommy DeVito and Frankie Vallie (of the 4 Seasons), whose own mother sang in the chorus at La Scala in Milano.  Her cousin, Lou Monte, sang Italian fun songs on the Ed Sullivan Show, after he re-recorded “Hello Dolly” silly-style with Louis Armstrong, where even Satchmo did a verse in Italiano.  (I can tell what generation any reader is if they used to watch the Ed Sullivan show, or remember Louis as “Satchmo”).  I don’t remember what was the TV show or clip where Mama saw and heard Il Volo.  I only know that it triggered something good in Mama’s memory.   For the last years of my mother’s life, we read Sicilian joke books, spoke and sang Sicilian and Italian, and immersed my son in the pride of where we came from.  I have Piero, Gianluca, and Ignazio to thank for that, although we’ve never met and I didn’t even know who they were yet. 

Eventually I figured it out, but it took a few years.  I was running around the world on engineering projects, and they don’t have much bel canto music in Zambia, Zimbabwe, the mining towns of Slovakia, or the mine camps of upper Saskatchewan. 

Il Volo Parte:  The Flight Takes Off

A birthday hiking trip in Toscana, Italia in late 2015 started changing things.  Stepping out of my hotel the first morning in Firenze, I noticed a poster with the name “Il Volo,” (which was probably an ad for a CD or something).  The name struck me funny, since I was standing outside the Santa Maria Novella train station, not the airport!   I took a good look, and recognized one of the young men in the photo, the one in the eyeglasses, which were no longer red.  The tallest one now had a

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Chiesa Santa Croce. The Notte Magica concert was held on the piazza in front of this beautiful façade.

striking young man’s face and an earring, and lost his round cheeks.  The youngest one was starting to look like a matinee idol.  My second thought was, “They had spectacular voices even as young teens.  I wonder what they sound like now?”  My first thought was “Italian boys really grow up well, don’t they?”  The answer to what they sound like came quickly.  The guys had won San Remo earlier that year, so the radios in some of the negozi in Firenza, Pienza, Volterra, and Volpaia, played “Grande Amore,” occasionally.  That was my Benvenuti in Toscana: my Welcome to Tuscany, Il Volo style. 

Ecco Che Arrive Il Bello (Here Comes the Funny Part)

Back in Colorado the following autumn, I got irritated at a friend who kept calling me to turn on the TV and watch PBS while I was trying to take a nap after a long workout.  I finally gave in.  There were the three faces from the poster, now in tuxedoes with even more stellar voices, shaking the Piazza di Santa Croce with Maestro Placido Domingo.  That did it!  No mistaking who they were now.  This time I got irritated that I had been in that piazza six months too soon.

But I already derived great pleasure from Il Volo’s music even before I ever went to my first concert.  These three boys always seem to be associated with good things happening in my family.  I will always keep the warm memory of my son (a

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Tempio Maggiore Synagogue of Florence.  Almost a next door neighbor to Santa Croce.  It’s home to some of the best cantorial in Europe.

drummer and baritone) and his sweetheart Anya (a soprano), eating dinner Italian style al fresco on my deck, announcing their engagement to me to the background music of Il Volo’s recording of “L’Amore Si Muove.” 

When I took my third or fourth trip to Italy, my first to Sicily, in 2018 I was frustrated that due to the needs of one of our group, we scheduled the trip so we reached Taormina just a few days after the Il Volo concert there was over.  It was

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The Teatro Antico in Taormina with the beautiful backdrop of Mt. Aetna, which becomes the stage for Andrea Bocelli, Il Volo, and others.

obvious, though, that Il Volo’s presence in the Italian press had expanded since 2015, mostly for the better.  They were on covers and center spreads in magazines in many of the edicole (newsstands), on the coffee table magazines in my hotel, the CD displays in the music store.  Buon per loro! (Good for them!)

Next time:  Finalmente!  At long last, I attend my first Il Volo concert.  I decided my first should, of course, be in Italy, where the guys harass each other in Italian and everyone knows all the lyrics . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This is what happens when everyone knows all the words to every verse.

Giovanna

 

 


Grazie Mille, Giovanna!  What a lovely intro and such celebrities that reign in your family!  We can’t wait to hear about your first concert with the guys in Italia!  🙂

I was also able to find this video, along with many others of Lou Monte!  https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=Lou+Monte+Lazy+Mary&&view=detail&mid=F80461EBE13A2BC3E508F80461EBE13A2BC3E508&&FORM=VRDGAR&ru=%2Fvideos%2Fsearch%3Fq%3DLou%2BMonte%2BLazy%2BMary%26FORM%3DVDMHRS

Along with several movie clips with the beautiful Sophia Loren!

Jana

A Special Treat from our Favorite Marie!

Ciao a tutti!  I challenged Marie to come out of semi-retirement and write something for us.  I figured she was getting bored looking at palm trees, sunshine and sandy beaches!  This is what she quipped… 🙂   Jana


Something’s Wrong With Me ~ Marie Crider

With the world in a sad and humbled state right now I thought you might like a little something on the lighter side:

~I just listened to an hour interview. It was all in Italian. I don’t understand Italian.

~I can’t lay in the sun without humming “O Sole Mio.”

~I go to concerts with a camera on my lap, but I’m afraid to use it in case I miss something.

~When in the front row at a concert and a security guy walks in front of me I want to shout, “How dare you come between me and THEM!?”  What does he think I might do, jump up on the stage?  Ok…I might jump on the stage, but I’ve got Leelee, my concert buddy, holding me down.  Oh, I could get past security anyway.  He doesn’t have a club big enough to pry me off Ignazio’s leg.

~All Il Volo CDs in my car are copies of the originals. Just in case someone should steal my car.

~When St. Mark’s Basilica started flooding, I panicked. I wanted to book a flight, grab a bucket and go.

~Piero neglected to ask me if he could change the color of his glasses.  (I may never get over that one.)

~The only pictures on my dresser are my Mom, my Dad and Gianluca.

~I have a strong urge to confess to the murder of someone named Delilah. Just to keep the heat off the Boys.

~I want to stand on a balcony in Italy and sing my heart out.  It wouldn’t matter that I can’t leave my hotel room…the air is Italian and that’s good enough for me.

~I have 17 Il Volo t-shirts (actually 16 plus one nightshirt thanks to Jana) but I can’t wear them. Cause…well, what if one should get a stain on it… or fade…or get lost with luggage at an airport…or destroyed by a rabid dog…or snagged on a barbed wire fence? Makes me sick thinking about the horrible things that could possibly happen to one of them.

~I have “Il Volo” tattooed on my left ankle and an “Il Volo” license plate on my car.

Yep, something is definitely wrong with me.  I may need professional help.

~Marie


Grazie Mille, Marie, for sharing your thoughts with us and coming out of semi-retirement!  I’m sure we all feel the same in many ways!  But, just one question, why is Gianluca on your dresser and not Ignazio??  🙂

Jana

FRIENDS: THANKS TO IL VOLO

One of the things that have always amazed me, being a volover, is the wonderful friendship that is formed between us fans of IL VOLO from all over the world, because as I have always said “IL VOLO, builds bridges of friendship”.

My meetings started before the concert, in fact, on September 20th in the morning. I went to the Brescia train station to meet Jeannette Giglio and Deborah Georgini Beaupre.

They stopped in Brescia until the following day.

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We had the whole day available, and so I took them to see my city, Brescia.

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They walked a lot, so I took them to their hotel to rest and in the evening we met for a dinner together.

The next day, being a beautiful day, I decided to take them to visit Lake Iseo, which is very close to Brescia.

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Here, too, they walked a lot, but they are two fantastic women, full of energy, it was really nice and fun to be with them.

Then I took them back to the station, where they would take the train to Bologna, we would see each other at the concert !!

️🎤️ 🎶 ️🎤 ️🎶 ️🎤 ️🎶 ️🎤 ️🎶 ️🎤 ️🎶 ️🎤

And here we are at the day of the concert. Everyone lined up for the soundcheck, and here’s who I met:

Wang Xinjie, remember, the sweet Chinese lady who followed them to Capri when they recorded “A CHI MI DICE”, sweet Xinjie.

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Then I immediately saw Alicja from Poland, impossible not to notice her, she is a tornado !!

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Then Ann Marie Prior called me, with whom I exchanged some news while I was in the queue.

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I have been very pleased to see Susan Tafanelli and her brother Robert. We did not take a picture together so I published below the one of two years ago at the Arena, when we met.

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Then I met, with great pleasure from the beautiful Greece, two beautiful ladies: Fofi Saratsioti and Katerina Tsaousi, and from the U.S., Joanie Greenspan and Wendy Campbell, too bad I didn’t take the picture with them all.

Then I met the dear, dear friend with whom I shared many translations: RoseMarie Paliobeis.

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And then I also met Janet Dong and her husband, very enthusiastic about Italy.

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And here, gathered, the trio : Jeannette, Deborah and I … what a night guys, an incredible concert!

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At the souncheck I was supposed to meet Jana and her friend Lorna, but they only came for the concert and there was too much confusion there so we didn’t see each other, but we already had an appointment for the next day in Desenzano, on Lake Garda.

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And indeed here we are the next day, RoseMarie, Jana and me.

It was nice to meet, we had lunch together and walked along the lake. The difference in language has been overcome and we have understood each other for better or worse, and it was beautiful.

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Naturally I also met many Italian friends, whom I knew only thanks to the comments we exchange almost every day.

I never thought I could make these beautiful friendships from one end of the world to the other, and all this was possible thanks to the love that unites us in our admiration for Gianluca, Piero and Ignazio.

Thanks IL VOLO !!! ❤️❤️❤️

Daniela

 

Credit to owners of all photos.

POLAND, MUSICA TOUR 21, REVIEW BY ALICJA

And it was also the turn of the beautiful Poland.

The boys were greeted with so much love, the Polish public was very warm, and our guys gave them, the maximum, as always.

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But here is a nice video made by Prestige, which proposes some beautiful moments of the concert.

Alicja, was present at the concert.

She sent me her review and some beautiful photos and videos that I will now publish so that everyone can enjoy them.

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I’m still trilling after the Saturday concert, so please excuse my very emotional words. The concert was fantastic, magical, pure passion with much laud and enthusiasm from the audience. Our boys started from a beautiful classic aria, “NESSUN DORMA” from Turandot, which was very warm welcomed by all of us. Of “IL MONDO” – pure magic, of course Ignazio was showing off with his high notes and Piero encouraged him to sing even higher.

 

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The Polish fan club prepared shiny sticks to all the fans, we turned them on when “Il Mondo” was performed – the whole audience was a lightning bolt with the colors white, red and green – flags of Italy (red, white, green) and Poland (white and red). Piero, Ignazio and Gianluca were very surprised and happy I think. I was in the front row and I saw their faces very well. Yes, they were happy. 🤗❤️

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I’m sorry I don’t remember the whole set list, I felt like in heaven and still can’t really make up my mind. I remember their funny introduction, with little evidence of Polish, but also Ignazio remembered only “Dobry wieczór” (Good Evening) – we teach it during sound check and “Dziekuje” (Thanks) Gian asked how to say good morning in Polish – we said “Dzien dobry” and it really sounds like Ginoble a little. He started as a joke that his surname means good morning in Polish and Ignazio Boschetto invented which means good night 😁 (obviously not)

(I found on YouTube, the video that Alicja refers to…………Daniela)

 

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Our boys were in fantastic shape, they sang like angels, for me they sounded better than on CD. First solo was Ignazio’s “MEMORY”, then “BRIDGE OVER TROUBLE WATER”, performed by Gianluca and “NO PUEDE SER” by Piero. Then again trio and duets “MARIA”, “TORNA A SURRIENTO” (in Italian Version + English) “MY WAY”, “O PAESE D’O SOLE”

Gian and Piero had the second and third solos “MI MANCHERAI” and “LOVE STORY”.

 

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From the new album they performed “ARRIVEDERCI ROMA”, “A CHI MI DICE” and “MUSICA CHE RESTA”. From old albums they sang and “UN AMORE COSÌ GRANDE”, “SMILE”, “O SOLE MIO”, “VOLARE” – everyone started dancing, singing and approached the scene. 

Girls screaming, ok … not just girls … women a little older too and no one sat anymore. 

Very long version of the “GRANDE AMORE” for farewell and our beloved Il Volo took off for the next concert in Bulgaria. Of course they said how much love Poland and Polish fans, he promised to come back next year. ❤️❤️❤️

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We had short M & G meeting because the boys had very early flight the next day, but together with hugs, kisses and chats during the sound check it was really beautiful experience to be so close to my stars. I made funny caricatures of Il Volo guys and asked them (during the sound check we have only a little more time than M & G) to sign each image. I have signatures, bigger “Thanks” from Gian – he liked his caricature more. Piero wondered “Why am I naked ???” and Igna smiled beautifully and said “Good job” I must admit that I am totally in love and together with my friend we acted like crazy 15 year-olds ….

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I can only say that it was the best concert ever. Better than Matera and much better than last year in Poland. Standing ovation almost after each song and faces of Piero, Ignazio and Gian when we shout “BRAVI”, “We love you.”, etc … is priceless.

Kisses, Alicja

And here is our Alicja, happy in the photo, along with her treasures !!!

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(Click on each photo in the collage to get a larger view.)

Alicja, I have no words, you did a wonderful review, and what beautiful videos and photos, certainly you were also in a nice place, front row!

And what about your caricatures that you made the boys sign, beautiful, congratulations!

You told me that you also met Jolanta, how wonderful, how many beautiful friendships, thanks to IL VOLO.

Thanks for these good times.

Daniela…….see you soon!😘

 

Credit given to Alicja for taking the wonderful photos and videos. Also to Prestige MJM and Aresinia for the first two videos.