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A memory of Luigi Tenco

Sanremo, January 27, 1967, at 2:30, on the floor of a room at Hotel Savoy, you identify the dead body the songwriter Luigi Tenco. On further analysis it was determined that that Tenco, deeply depressed due to the exclusion of his song: Hello love, hello , by the end of the famous song festival which takes place in the Ligurian city, committed suicide by firing a gunshot wound to the right temple . Everything that happened afterwards: the doubts arose on the certainty of suicide in an inappropriate manner in which the music festival went on that year, the search for reasons why Tenco had made a similar gesture to the other chatter is not in treat my intent in this post. I would instead emphasize the importance of song writing in Italian and not only that Louis had Tenco, uno dei cantautori più geniali, che ha contribuito, insieme a Fabrizio De Andrè e a pochi altri, al rinnovamento sostanziale della canzone italiana, impaludata in vecchi schemi ormai logori. L'innovazione compiuta da Tenco è rivoluzionaria in particolar modo per quel che concerne i testi delle sue canzoni di cui spessissimo era autore così come delle musiche. Originalissime ancora oggi sono le parole che il cantautore seppe inventare parlando d'amore, di temi d'attualità o di protesta sociale. Una delle prime canzoni che hanno dato una svolta vera e propria al modo di fare musica pop in Italia è stata Cara maestra , questo brano del 1962, che venne incredibilmente censurato, era un atto d'accusa nei confronti dell'incoerenza which then revealed itself both in schooling, both in religious sermons, and even political rallies, and the surprising thing is the sharp advance which Tenco was able to perceive these behaviors hypocrites already in those years, but if we think of today's times, it is clear that nothing has changed, indeed, if anything, the attitudes of some ill-concealed deceit increased at the climax. Here is the text of mistress Cara (words and music by Luigi Tenco) and a video of the song from youtube.



Dear teacher, taught me one day

that in this world we
we are all equal.
But when he entered the class director
you were you doing up all standing,
and when the janitor came into the class
we afford to stay seated.
My good care,
you said that the church
is the home of the poor,
of the poor.
But you covered your church
curtains of gold and colored marbles:
now how can a poor man who enters
feel like at home?
Dear Mayor
they told me that one day
you shout to the people
"win or die."
Now I know why
not have won, but you're not dead,
for you and so many people died
who wanted neither to win or die?