Dear Giancarlo,
I want to leave my reflection here today, 9 years after the day you left us.
Although unfortunately I met you a few years before your health began to fail, I had the rare privilege of having from you, first of all, your sincere friendship, the pleasure of reciprocating it, and then the precious tips as a musician and of the words that only your genius could have given me.
I owe my first publications to you and I still remember the days at the piano for you to write together.

And how far I traveled to reach “La Cingallegra” and let you listen to my ideas on your tape recorder or “trombino”, as you called it!
And how many talents had passed through there, and how you had valued them!
I miss you, as your melodies and your words to music are missing: your songs do not age, indeed they are so beautiful and incisive, that they are still used internationally even by certain heads of state who perhaps, I believe, would not even fit you. sympathetic and have made use of it aimed at their own interests and distorted.

I miss your disarming, sarcastic jokes and above all your example: that of a man who, despite his enormous talent, took the music profession as seriously as few, with total dedication of time and energy, never sparing himself.
But really never!

A hug wherever you are!
With friendship.

Damiano Nincheri