Last week, several of your Facebook friends and the people who usually IM and email you odd links most likely pointed you in the direction of a Youtube video featuring a sorta grotesque looking middle-aged Italian dude who goes from a classroom skit in a variety show into the most amazing beat-heavy performance of a hard-to-understand, possibly rapped song. The latest flurry of Prisencolinensinainciusol-mania can be traced down to a December 17th post by Cory Doctorow in popular time-waster blog Boing Boing. The Prisencolinensinainciusol saga has a Fellinesque beginning, quite literally. By then the Milano-born Celentano was known as the kid who brought American-style rock'n'roll to Italy with his I Rock Boys, active since the moment he walked out of the theater showing Blackboard Jungle in with a full-blown Bill Haley obsession.
I am looking out over the pool of the Hotel Victor, in Miami Beach, preparing to leave for the sunny shores of Pittsburgh, but I have no regrets, because I have Adriano Celentano in my life. Thanks to William Rauscher, of Acknowledged Classic , for the introduction. The Italian actor and singer recently turned seventy, and has spent most of his career as a sort of Italian Jim Carrey, a comic actor with a knack for the physical and goofy. His style may be the logical outgrowth of an early mastery of the hula hoop. It was performed live, lip-synched but thoroughly choreographed, on Italian TV. The song lyrics are in neither Italian or English, though at first they sound like the latter. In , an Italian man recorded a song long before disco and rap that is very close to both, and then an unnamed person choreographed it for a battalion of dancers in a hall of mirrors. Would any grown performer allow themselves this level of playfulness now? Also: more classroom settings for pop stars to parse their own material, please. An hour a month would be enough.
It was released as a single in , and a popular [ citation needed ] performance of the song was broadcast on RAI. The song is intended to sound to its Italian audience as if it is sung in English spoken with an American accent , vaguely reminiscent of Bob Dylan ; however, the lyrics are deliberately unintelligible gibberish with the exception of the words "all right". So at a certain point, because I like American slang—which, for a singer, is much easier to sing than Italian—I thought that I would write a song which would only have as its theme the inability to communicate. And to do this, I had to write a song where the lyrics didn't mean anything.
Before there was yaourter , there was Prisencolinensinainciusol , an amazing double-talk proto-rap by Adriano Celentano , channeling the Elvis of some parallel universe:. Here's the earlier? And a more recent TV version, in which Celentano's hair has considerably receded, and there is some discussion in Italian afterwards:. An hour a month would be enough. October 25, am. I've been listening to this all weekend. It's very celebratory and irresistibly playful. I would say it puts the top 40 singles chart to shame, but I really have no idea. Seems a safe assumption though.