No matter how solid a man’s legacy, nothing can erase the pain.
AND at Paolo Carù’s funeral many were caught between two feelingsgratitude and pain, red eyes and the episode recalled with a smile.
A city – Gallarate – clung to him, but above all a community, that of rockers, blues enthusiasts, of the great delta of a thousand branches diverse born from the deep roots of American music.
So between councilors and family friends from Gallara baggy shirts, beards and T-shirts worn as if they were at a concert emergeof those in which you wear the band’s shirt or something similar: Bruce Springsteen and Ben Harper, the days of Monterey and Sun Records, Jimi Hendrix and the Allman Brothers in the churchyard of the Basilica of Santa Maria Assunta, a few hundred meters from record shop.
«Peace builders are also those who create bondsin his service he brought people together, introduced artists, gave many the opportunity to bring out their own sensitivity” he recalled in the homily Monsignor Riccardo Festa.
A bridge builder, a pontiff, as one of the artists he valorized in his career as a publisher and critic remembered him with a beautiful image a few days ago, with Buscadero.
There were many musicians who had an opportunity thanks to Paolo Carù, a career perhaps not of great prominence but with the privilege of being able to transmit something to others, to make people sing and have fun, even if later on in life perhaps they do something else. Not for money but for passion.
They greeted him in the basilica the friends of Buscadero were movedthe director Guido Giazzi and Francesco Caltagirone. Greetings to a man always faithful to his ethics and also to the utopia of the sixties and seventies, also transmitted by music. «For many you were gruff and closed, for me you were an older brother, a traveling companion» Giazzi recalled. The story of a long friendship, but tinged with pain. “We are not immortal, a gust of wind is enough to destroy our lives.”
«Giver of joy» Caltagirone called it. «His life brought understanding through the sound of guitars, breaking down every frontier, erasing prejudices. An ideal that my generation never wanted to give up. Say hello to Jerry Garcia up there.”
«Your cultural heritage will not be lost». And it is a wealth of knowledge, of writings, two experiences – the shop and the Buscadero – which are collective stories and which everyone questions.
«A song will be enough to make you come back to life in us». On the churchyard we’ll meet at Buscadero Day on July 21sta moment awaited every year, this year with a different spirit.
Next to the coffin there is the lament of the harmonica, then a violin playing the melancholy farewell aria of the Derry emigrants, the “Danny boy”.
’tis you must go and I must bide.
