Simple business complication office

The ways of the Lord are endless, we agree. It's on the signage I would have a lot to complain about. Sometimes I feel lost, lost, like a truffle dog with sinusitis and a stuffy nose, like a GPS with a broken antenna, like a computer asking me if I'm human (maybe the poor fellow is just looking for his family …). Which way do I have to go to get where I want to go? And if I don't know where I want to go, how do I know which direction to take?

There are issues in life that seem designed on purpose to complicate it, such as the roundabout on Corso Vigevano at the corner with Corso Principe Oddone in Turin. Behind or there is a diabolical mind or a demented. Try it and you will prove me right. There are people who, after hours and various risky attempts, manage to get inside and then continue to go round on the carousel for days before being able to take an exit, and when they take it at the high cost of unspeakable and unrepeatable verbal and gestural outrages, yes he realizes that it is the wrong exit, and is forced to reach the next roundabout to make a desperate u-turn. When he gets back on his road he no longer knows where he was going or why. The UCAS (the famous Simple Affairs Complication Office, department present in all companies, in all organizations, in all families, and even in all heads, cabbage and otherwise) is probably the most resourced and with the largest budget. We have become such complex beings that even computers ask us if we are really human. We have convinced ourselves that simplicity is no longer of this world, if it ever was, and this saddens me deeply, because life is beautiful, even if it is complicated (imagine if it were simple!). Even the music got complicated.

A few days ago I went to hear a concert, I hadn't done it for years, but the character (a great Australian guitarist) has never been to Italy before, he's already of a certain age and what's more, he just came in Turin. I couldn't lose it. Well, I have seldom had my money better spent. This man went on stage, played for over two hours alone, with a shirt and a pair of jeans, a little guitar full of stripes and various stamps (he often beats it), a miserable "jack" cable, no special effects or other. Music and that's it. Lots and lots of music! He didn't strip naked, he didn't change his clothes, he didn't wear makeup, he didn't show tattoos, he didn't have special effects, he didn't have scenography. In short, music without frills, without complications, without "cinema".

I greatly appreciated this infinite musician, not only for the art, but for the simplicity and essentiality with which he proposed it. For me this is music, the one that reaches straight to the heart with such simplicity without going through other roads. Simplicity that is not trivial, but is a point of arrival, the culmination of a path of research and human and artistic awareness. Practically the "summa" of everything that is missing from the one who designed that damn roundabout. And I miss it a bit too when I complicate my life alone. Simplicity and happiness can go hand in hand. And I guess it's my job to put down the signs.


Mauro Tabasso
NP April 2023