Uno dei vecchietti della “Graspa”, il luogo di ritrovo di noi suonatori di piva, è venuto a mancare i giorni scorsi. A quasi ottant'anni se ne è andato il sig. Angelo Simonini, persona discreta e gentile che ci accoglieva sempre nel locale con grandi sorrisi e che amava scattar foto mentre noi, con i nostri strumenti, riempivamo l'aria di musica al termine delle consuete cene. Angelo, per il suo ultimo viaggio, aveva lasciato detto alla famiglia che avrebbe voluto esser accompagnato dal suono dei nostri strumenti. E così è stato. Marcoledì 21 settembre di mattina, una piccola rappresentanza delle Pivenelsacco, ha accompagnato il feretro per le strade di San Cesario sul Panaro intonando brani che lui ben conosceva ed amava.
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One of the old men from "Graspa", the gathering place for us bagpipe musicians, left us a few days ago. At the age of almost eighty, Mr. Angelo Simonini passed away. He was a dicreeet and gentle person who always greeted us in the room with big smiles and loved taking pictures while we filled the air with music with our instruments at the end of our usual dinners. Angelo had told his family that he wanted to be accompanied by the sound of our instruments during his last journey. And so it was. On Wednesday 21st September, in the morning, a few members of Pivenelsacco accompanied his coffin through the streets of San Cesario sul Panaro, playing those songs that he loved and knew so well.
One of the old men from "Graspa", the gathering place for us bagpipe musicians, left us a few days ago. At the age of almost eighty, Mr. Angelo Simonini passed away. He was a dicreeet and gentle person who always greeted us in the room with big smiles and loved taking pictures while we filled the air with music with our instruments at the end of our usual dinners. Angelo had told his family that he wanted to be accompanied by the sound of our instruments during his last journey. And so it was. On Wednesday 21st September, in the morning, a few members of Pivenelsacco accompanied his coffin through the streets of San Cesario sul Panaro, playing those songs that he loved and knew so well.
