'O fischio ca nun fa paura

The whistle that isn't scary isn't that of the bombs, hundreds of which fell on Naples in 1943. But it's precisely amidst the shelters and alarms of those days of fear, and then of pride and popular resurgence, that Zurzolo begins his surprising tale, which mixes life and music, the dreams of a generation. A fictional story, but not entirely fictional, that traces the adventures of a group of kids who play louder than the bombs, and form a band that chases success and achieves it, only to then lose sight of each other. As always happens in life, you lose sight of each other. The angry sax player Tonino thus creates the melancholic melody that, from the alleys of the port, weaves together the stories of Nicola the Indian, the beautiful Wanda-Giannino, Scellone, Aniello, and many others. The gist of this tale—at times magical, enchanted—is that we must play louder than the bombs, be they those of the Gaza Strip on television, or those of Naples in 1943, or the cowardly fishing boats bloodying the streets today. Because music is louder. Life is always louder. The tale is completed by a selection of music tracks (QR-Code), in which Zurzolo, together with his students from the Salerno Conservatory, reinterprets some memorable songs from the music scene of the second half of the 1970s, from the Showmen to Napoli Centrale, Carlo d'Angiò and Eugenio Bennato, Pino Daniele...