(and a little sourness!)
Last night Lui and I went to the Zucchero concert in Florence. (And stupid me, forgot the camera at home, so no photos here.) For any of you out there who have no idea who Zucchero is, he's part Joe Cocker, 100% Bluesman, definite drinker with a soulful voice ranging from gently soft to dynamically strong. He's internationally famous, yet probably least known in the states, which is a shame. He has an amazing presence on stage and has some of the most melodic songs I've ever heard. But last night I had another one of those "out of Italy" bodily experiences as I like to call them...
So, the first 3 songs were ballads and everyone was sitting. Ok, I can accept that, although maybe the 80's headbanger in me couldn't completely understand. Then Zucchero went into a fury of GREAT dancing songs: Bacco Perbacco, Cuba Libre, etc., and there was me and two other people standing and dancing. I looked at Luigi like "what the heck" and he just shrugged his shoulders, smiled and continued sitting, along with the other 10,000 people. I kept dancing, singing, clapping and enjoying the music. Until a security guard came up to me and told me to sit down. Can I repeat that loud and clear: I WAS TOLD TO SIT DOWN AT A ROCK CONCERT!!! So I sat, still able to appreciate the music, but in complete shock for about 20 minutes. Ok, some more ballads, but then another big set of fun, get out of your seat and jump around songs. I was crawling in my seat. What is wrong with these people?! My eyes were shooting "vergognati" daggers at everyone! FINALLY, Zucchero said "Why are you sitting? Get on your feet!" And so the "lame-o, oh we're watching opera" crowd FINALLY got off their butts and begin to dance. Every age, every type and all having a blast (including Lui). Where were they the first half of the concert?
After the concert I asked Lui, "was that normal?" His answer, "Well, we did have assigned seats." My jaw dropped open. Then I said, "Seats are not for sitting at concerts, they're to assign you your dancing space and basta.". He knew he wasn't going to win this one, so instead just said, "I wanted to dance from the beginning too. Maybe we need a little more Megan in some Italians." Awww...all's forgiven for not moving his booty sooner.
Anyway, if you have friends or family who enjoy good music (blues, rock and ballads), his latest (and greatist hits) CD, All the Best, just might be the perfect Christmas present!