A greeting to Mr G

".. I want to be free, free like a man .."
And 'this phrase with which most of the time we returned to mind a great Italian artist. Under the shadow of his words, Giorgio Gaber has always stood out for consistency in defending a new and innovative idea of music time for reflection, insinui garbatamente that in the public's desire to challenge the social and political reality that surrounds them.

The career of Mr. G posts soon from television to embrace increasingly engagement with a new reality, with the deepest of texts, written four hands with the painter viareggino Luporini, who want to touch the sensitivity of those listening. In the'70s came the theatre song and begins the second part of the career of this poet of music. A stage, notes and the warm voice of George dance between melody and words. He fascinates whoever listens, elegant and honest ironic and sparkling succeeds in making affezionare all to the character of Mr. G and to every song.

"Freedom is participation" said singing, and I said to all of us in years in which many were alarmist social as well as the need for active participation of the people towards the problems of the community. Over the years, has not ceased to sing, to tell the philosophy of his beliefs, even if increasingly closed in itself, still less ironic and more sarcastic, disappointed by a political class that has revealed in all those years his true face and took the gull of pure ideology also "the intention of flight."

Someone has finished with accuse him of excessive intellectualism in recent years of production, but he was never arrogant. Until the last participated actively in the sorrows, joys and inconsistencies of his Italy which has never ceased to sing even if less joyfully. In most nostalgic tone, continued to speak to us and has never ceased to hope in human values more pure. The gull flew no longer sure .. but although "hypothetical" has remained a gull. The first January 2003, has greeted the new year and finally fell from a stage where never turned off the lights of memory. To us who love him, like to remember this: with his irony revolutionary and overwhelming, with its ability to make us reflect, and engage indignarci.

We want to remembered for his poems that dance between monologue and song. We love to remember, for every single thought that has enabled us to move and pour some lacrima.Di sure, as if he sang, the real essence of belonging in the ideal "is to have others within himself", then this artist, regarded as and it has been able to survive in the memories of those who loved him and creep into the curiosity of those who could not know him, surely belongs to us.

Eleonora Tosco