“This is for the Control”: the dedication of the nuclear tactical Penguins in Bologna

The Nuclear Tactical Penguins, in concert in Bologna, dedicated the piece 'Antarctica' to 'Controlla', a character well known in Bologna and remembered fondly by many who have 'passed' through the university area in the last 20 years

BOLOGNA – “This piece is for Control, perhaps not everyone knows her, go and read her story. This song is a magical journey and her life was also like magic” . With this premise, the Nuclear Tactical Penguins, in concert last night in Bologna at the Unipol Arena, dedicated the song Antarctica to ‘Control’, one of the “characters” of Bologna (every city has its own) who unfortunately passed away in recent days. The news of her death, which circulated and bounced mainly through social media, caused a lot of bitterness in those who knew her or had somehow had the opportunity to meet her.

WHO IS THE CONTROL

But who is the ‘Control’? Always known by this nickname, ‘Controlla’ was actually called Tiziana Del Regno (the surname, however, would be that of her mother), 47 years old, and was well known by those who frequented the university area. Like other ‘street’ characters, she was ‘original’, strange’ but known by everyone: she spoke to people, chatted, told stories, she was often seen wandering around the streetand stopping to look and observe people. He very often hung out in Piazza Verdi and other ‘must’ places in the university area, such as some clubs in Via Irnerio and Via Mascarella. Anyone who has studied in Bologna in the last 20 years has certainly met her. They also called her “poetess“, because she used to writepoems and plays. She also said she was an artist. He had had and continued to have alcohol problems. Tiziana did not die in Bologna but in Formia: since January, in fact, she was a guest in the dormitory of the church of the Immaculate Heart of Mary in the Don Bosco village of Formia. She was hit on the night between May 5th and 6th, while crossing the road at a crossing and died. Latina Today wrote about it.

“ANTARCTICA”

The song ‘Antarctica’ that the Pinguini tattici nucleri dedicated to ‘Controlla’, played about halfway through the concert, tells the story of a little girl who at 11 years old feels and is ‘different’ from her classmates classand experiences socialization and integration into the world of his peers with difficulty. The song talks about the difficulty of entering into ‘normal’ conversations during adolescence. He talks about the desire and intention to ‘leave’, but never put into practice. It is the failed escape (always longed for) from the narrow provincial life that the Nuclear Tactical Penguins sing about in this piece. But the protagonist, who at 11 was waiting for the letter from Howgarts (as almost every Harry Potter fan dreams) and feels ‘different’, they wanted to bring her closer to ‘Controlla’. A little girl who then, as she grows up, has absolutely nothing weak about her. The chorus goes: “People try to break the ice with you, but they don’t know that you are Antarctica.”

THE TEXT OF ANTARCTICA

At 11 years old when you were little
You were waiting for a letter from Hogwarts
To prove to all your classmates
That you were the one different from them

Yes but it didn’t arrive
And the sweetest little girl cried bitter tears
Sometimes though
It almost seems like you’re still there waiting

And I don’t know what, I don’t know where, I don’t know who, if
No one is looking, you steal the MD’s grapes and
You draw rainbows over Pinochet
You believe that all exceptions are rules< /p>

Ouch ouch ouch
But you swear that in a while you’ll leave
Ouch ouch ouch
In the end, however, you never do

Ouch ouch ouch
They try to break the ice with you
Ouch ouch ouch
They don’t know that you are Antarctica

When your friends talked about sex
You built walls and you couldn’t breathe
Some of them later got pregnant
And instead you were always surrounded by walls

Men, you know
They are strange animals as your grandmother told you
Able to forget the holocausts
But almost never a woman’s face

Ouch ouch ouch
But you swear that in a while you’ll leave
Ouch ouch ouch
In the end, however, you never do

Ouch ouch ouch
They try to break the ice with you
Ouch ouch ouch
They don’t know that you are Antarctica

And with your gaze lost in a clear sky
JD’s heart and Kelso’s head
And in dad’s study you played records
Gigi D’Agostino and then Stravinsky

And maybe God created holes in the ozone layer
To spy on you when you shower
And you would pay for all your sunny days
For a single day of rain

Ouch ouch ouch
But you swear that in a while you’ll leave
Ouch ouch ouch
In the end, however, you never do

Ouch ouch ouch
They try to break the ice with you
Ouch ouch ouch
They don’t know that you are Antarctica