by Renato Franco
Sunday’s post reconciliation ends a four-year feud
Hugs and kisses for social media. But I wouldn’t have liked to get anywhere else, since private relationships meanwhile travel between a like, a story and . Fedez and J-Ax were once brothers like Romolo and Remo (which ended up being a little worse), they filled the stadiums, they played communists with Rolexes until a fracture that seemed irreparable.
Sunday – surprise – they buried the hatchet, signed the peace treaty in their Versailles, Fedez’s penthouse in City Life, Instagram to act as notary. We’ve learned that it’s easy to leave people behind, and it takes courage to put pride aside and go back to hugging one another, even when you’ve hurt yourself. In this historical moment when it is normal to be divided and having enemies almost a status symbol, filing differences and focusing on the beautiful moments lived together is perhaps the right thing to do to live a peaceful existence. Life is a strange coincidence, we met again the day Federico discovered he had pancreatic cancer after hearing from the phone a few days earlier after 4 years of silence. We have to tell you something, and no, it won’t be a song together. They call it a gift for our city, the Milan to drink that becomes the Milan of good, a solidarity initiative presented today. The great cold between Fedez and J-Ax started 4 years ago. And the only version of how things had gone was that of Mr Ferragni, who confessed to Peter Gomez the reasons for the clash. At the time, he and Ax had started their own company, Newtopia, but one employee who found Fedez’s mother (as well as manager) too intrusive had in mind the great divide, he here, she there, in a mirror society in Newtopia. . J-Ax had sworn to me that all this was alien to him, the new company, the departure from Rovazzi – said Fedez –. And so we decided to continue with San Siro. When the stadium lights went out, J-Ax would have confessed to lying to him: he knew everything and was part of the new club, but he didn’t tell Fedez so he wouldn’t miss the concert.
With that, the friendship was shattered. The wound was actually bigger because I didn’t lose a partner but a part of my stepfamily, Fedez thought bitterly. The former friend answered generally: I am not a traitor. But I’ll never talk about that publicly. Four years later everything came back. Some friendships don’t end, they make huge rounds and then come back. Venditti sang it more or less like that, an affectionate phrase that actually has rather poor success statistics. Both have never hidden their weaknesses too much. Here’s J-Ax: I hate conflict, I pretend everything’s fine and then cut it off. First of all I had an artistic affinity with Fedez, someone who wants to break the system (oh my god, like all the successful then organically become the system, but that’s okay…). Having employees took away my peace of mind. I was afraid for her, in the world of show business everything can be over in the blink of an eye. I want serenity, I’m a paranoid who suffers from anxiety. Fear – it seems a paradox – which then often drives us to go on stage. Fedez isn’t lacking in sincerity about himself either: Bruises make you what you are. Mine comes from a lack of trust: I open up with few, I don’t believe in people, a wall-building prejudice dominates me. I lack empathy, I struggle to build solid relationships. After all, eternal friendship as long as it lasts.
May 23, 2022 (Modification May 23, 2022 | 07:25)
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