Note: While cleaning up some disk space, I found this rant, which I wrote in 2009. I usually hang at a different coffee shop these days, so I'm not subjected to this particular irritant as much as I once was, but my opinion hasn't changed since then. ~W
I'm of Italian descent. I drink espresso every morning. I enjoy Italian food and culture, and embrace and cherish my heritage.
But I have a confession to make.
I can't stand Zucchero.
For those who haven't heard of Zucchero, he's an Italian rock
singer, and is probably the country's most popular performer. Everyone I
hang out with at the coffee shop is crazy about him, and most mornings
they've got one of his discs on the sound system. Good friends with
high musical standards continually tell me I should give his music
I tried. I really tried.
After several excruciating sessions with a "best-of" collection, I'm
left with the same impression I've had all along: that this bozo's
music is nothing more than middle-of-the-road "classic rock," loaded
with corny duets (Sting, Pavarotti, Clapton, Elton John, etc.) and
Journeyesque Boltonisms (or, if you prefer, Boltonesque Journeyisms).
The guy's so incredibly hammy that "Prosciutto" would have been a more appropriate stage name.
In fact, if Zucchero were an English-language performer, I'd wager
that most of the rabid Italophiles who worship at his chest-beating
altar wouldn't pay him any attention. He gets an undeserved pass
simply because of his nationality.
Anything that's the most popular in its category merits of an extra
measure of skepticism, and Zucchero is no exception. I can't get behind
anyone who covers "You Are So Beautiful" in earnest. It's a bit too
"Italian Idol" for me.
I'm sorry, mi amici, but I still say that zucchero belongs in my espresso, not my iPod.