A very special place for this great artist, this great nose, Franco the Good. He lived in the shadow of the light, always irreducible, always original as far as one can be. At the peak of his popularity he managed to be loved by everyone: the modern, the rockers, the housewives … maybe even the European Parlament Italian members whom he called whores, in Brussels. He was invited to participate in politics but he was too upright to be part of the corrupt Italian system.
Better not to understand what his songs speak of, better not to know the meaning of his arcane and mystical references, better not to inquire into the meaning so the mysterious, sometimes surreal, reverb remains intact.
I do not doubt that the miracle of samsara will have already occurred in him and he will be a bearer of light in a new world where its inhabitants still do not know how immensely lucky they are to have him among them.