AngelicA 6 - Festival Internazionale di Musica - 1996

Synopsis The Late XXth Century During the latter third of the XXth century, district BON44E11 has witnessed a rather important musical history.

The Seventies. Warm autumns. Indoor and outdoor stadiums. Rock concerts, international jazz festivals. A crowded and sweaty indoor stadium, student freaks smoking joints, accountants wearing ties, thousands of passive smokers, blissful. Frequent rituals, nea ring habits.

Communal halls: parallelepipeds, white walls, neon lights, City manifestos, tall windows, 30 centimeter daises, rented piano, acoustics worthy of a gym, with canned audiences, soundproofed to taste. Free music and unforgettable concerts, around town, Jean Luc Ponty plays King Kong, Chick Corea with Anthony Braxton and Dave Holland: Monday on Via San Donato, Tuesday in the B olognina, Wedne sday on Via de' Foscherari, Thursday in Corticella, and once in a while an evening at the Teatro Comunale. There were lots of us, packed tightly, bustle, heat, great music, musicians kidnapped by young music lovers, sometimes stupid and sometimes intelligent questions. Then of course there were the basements filled with jazz (perhaps they still exist).

Whisky, lots of dough, sharp dressers, dolled-up cracks and beautiful cars, a famous guest artist now and again, jam sessions, hot jazz, bebop at best, and never-stoptapping time with your foot. An unforgettable city, inquisitive and mobile, boorish and refined, hospitable and the capital, quantity and quality, even though the creative music was mainly imported. Avant-garde local projects were few, amateurish, tight-lipped. And yet the environment was stimulating. Many new waves of our peninsular rock had found their origin in this district where you could find a condensation of a pilot university, artsy music performances, thousands of young and restless minds, demanding and slovenly, idle and inventive.

Closings and openings, attempts. Enthusiasm.

The Eighties. Reflux. Places close, no one continues to 117