Che Notte Quella Notte: Fred Buscaglione. Un vita da Swing (What a night that night: Fred Buscaglione. A Swing life)

He drank, Fred Buscaglione, and a lot. He also drank that night when he boarded his candy-pink Thunderbird holliwoodiana. It didn't matter that Italy traveled in Mickey Mouse and the seventeenth century. This was also part of the game, like his Clark Gable mustache, the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, the pinstripe double-breasted and the wide-brimmed hat. Fred was different from the other singers. His songs were a declaration of intent from the title. Buscaglione and his Asternovas had jazz in their blood, they came from war, privation, hunger, and dreamed of a swing life. But dreams sometimes break off abruptly. At the dawn of a Wednesday in February 1960, Fred crashed into a truck at the intersection of Via Paisiello and Viale Rossini, in the Parioli district of Rome. He was just over 38 years old, a short life but already marked by a flurry of events, successes, notoriety, songs. Just enough to project it directly into the myth. Andrea Laprovìtera and Niccolò Sforai find in this graphic novel the climate, the aspirations and the hopes of a season that is not only musical. Fluctuating memories of a restless, often unhappy, thirsty for freedom artist, against the backdrop of a war now nearing conclusion. To understand how we were when the discs still cost a few dozen old liras.