Francesco Calazzo

Born in 1973, Francesco Calazzo, as per his own words, has been on a strict diet of pasta and Rock’n’Roll from a very early age. FC’s career started early on his adolescence when he began spinning records for a famous Italian radio-station ("Radio Citta’ Futura" in Naples). He was just 15 and many times he would skip school either to spin his favorite music or to strum guitar in some local, and very obscure, garage (basement would be more to the point here) band.

At 18, after countless rock-bands with names that rigorously started with the article "THE", he went to Law School but a couple of years later he decided that his heart, and mind, was into R’n’R and went to pursue a formal education in Journalism in a country that he loved, even with its obvious flaws, the US. Four years later and tenfold wiser, he became an alumni of the Hunter College, in NYC, a rock-journalist alma-mater in its own right.

From then on many day-job have been accompanying his career as a rock-writer. He has been an advertisement-industry whiz-kid and a Business Communicator for important corporations but right now, he is giving all he can to rock-journalism, the one single thing that really changed the course of his life. He has been writing for the Buscadero, Italy’s leading rock magazine, for nine years straight and plans to keep doing so. In his tenure there, he has been profiling artists as diverse as the Kronos Quartet and Steve Earle with very much all there is to cover in between (John Hiatt, Elvis Costello, Eric Ambel, Dan Zanes, John Mellencamp, Little Steven and the list could go on and on).

Having married a Frenchwoman, very possibly his true "piece de resistance", you could easily run into our own FC in Paris, besides the more obvious NYC, Hoboken, Milan and Napoli. If you shall spot him anywhere in the globe, buy him a bottle of Chateau Petrus and drink it with him, he will most likely indulge in anecdotes and music-tales of debauchery from the time when he acted as the US correspondent for the above-mentioned Buscadero and some other Italian publications. Anyway it goes, you are guaranteed a jolly good time.