"Paolo, do you like house?"
And the answer was a "no" tending to infinity. This was the text of a song that was so fashionable in the 90s in the worst Italian discos. Not surprisingly, the song in question was not house, but a sort of techno with very strong and very fast bmp. Only with these two superlatives did I get out of breath.
What a strange thing about the house. Above all, what an inconvenient thing.
Have you ever tried searching on youtube "french house"? The result is a prosopopoeia of years' songs60/ '70 revived, pumped, modernized. Cool, in a word.
Have you ever traveled by car with a house song in your ears? Are you running for an important event? And maybe it rains and the wipers go to the rhythm, the green lights follow each other, maybe it's night and there are also some red lights on the cross? Well, we got along.
Everyone complains about house, more generally disco music, because it's not played, but it's done. And "done" is the right term, in its purest sense, the one that everyone shuns in fear of appearing simple-minded or unclear in saying "done".
“Fatta” is simple: if we contrast this participle with the other verbs so dear to the world of music lovers, then we see that discomusic can have many, but many sources. And the results can be varied. But please, we don't use two weights and two measures on dance music simply because a song is chosen by Sorrentino to introduce "The great beauty”And another one does not rank. Because by reasoning in this way we end up pushing in the same direction as those who adore Baglioni and disgust the GAP (gruppet acles prodotto, uao what a politically incorrect phrase!). So let's face it, even the discomusic is made up of mammasantissima and small fish, but not for this the former are the only ones to deserve appreciation and the others not.
I believe in it, in a world where discomusic is an uncomfortable re-evaluated genre. Because it is a clearly aligned genre, which does not pretend and which is not valued for pretense. It does not present blackmail, it is not socially relevant and - therefore - untouchable ("Winning Hate" docet), but it is very touchable and listened to for what it arouses, for the adrenaline without overdose, the stimulus to run or dance, the distraction and entertainment to clear your mind.
Long live the dance.
Darko J. Mazzanti Viendalmare
