giovedì 12 dicembre 2013

Picking Flowers #1

When I was little I wanted to play guitar.

When I learned to play the guitar I wondered how was it possible to write a song .

So it happened that , having coffee at the bar, I met a person who, with his football bag on his shoulder, changed my life forever , giving me the input I needed to transform the shapeless mass of information contained in my mind in chords, words and melodies.

When I learned how to write a song , I wondered how it was possible to convey emotions . And the answer is : you have to live them , they must be strong, but more importantly, SINCERITY  .

Growing up with my dad always active in the kitchen of the house, despite the enormous amount of work hanging on his shoulders outside the home , I discovered that cooking  is first and foremost love, then sincerity , then sacrifice , sociability , and finally taste .

So I decided to become a chef . I wanted to do good to people, and I did , but the energy is not created , moved . And so , for good , I ended up hurting me . I’ll never be a chef, I’ll always be just a good cook.

Then one day  people began to ask me a question : "But you , why do you want to be a chef ? " . So they asked me in Trieste, in New Zealand , in Australia , in Parma , Barolo and, finally, in Trieste again . Whenever I had to answer this question, the answer was complicating and became more and more confusing and abstract. The last time a good friend asked me this question the answer was: " I ​​don’t have a clue! But meanwhile, pass me the fuckin’  sauce or else all hell’ll breaks loose and we’ll end up ruining the reputation of the restaurant , they’ll eat us alive ! " .

I Love talking to people . I Love to look people in the eyes. I Love to feel the energy that brings people together in a single core , made of pure emotions ( not necessarily happy and carefree ) , vibrations and sincerity. I Love to play guitar , sing, talk , transmit and receive.

So it was that one day, thanks to the sudden news about the availability of a room in Berlin for 2 months, me and my sister , aka Galeb and the Seagull , we started the conquest of the unknown, the streets of Berlin ,the Seagull with her magnetism that sets it apart , her sweet voice , and her elegant poise of course , me with my creations, my red small guitar and a small battery powered  amplifier. It’s been 6 months of strong emotions, great discoveries , great friendships , great failures and great successes , as indeed were the 27 previous years.

But this time it was louder, or maybe I just grew up , but keeping the dream of flying .

I've spent the last 4 years changing life , continent, friendsand habits  every 6 months.

You do the math .

Now I'm tired. I'm tired of change , I'm tired of farewells ( hugs you receive from friends when you leave , with tears hidden in pride, hurt as the close of a python , I guess .. ) , I'm tired of starting again, reinventing myself and being misunderstood .

I plowed the ground , I fertilized with what I had , I never kept anything for me , because I believe that generosity is the thing that distinguishes man from machine , good from evil .

I have sown , where the soil was fertile , and where it was not. Now I know it is too soon to reap the benefits of this work, because as  teaches me as an old song , "to get the fruit we need a flower." And the flowers are beautiful, they are colorful , fragrant , tasty !

So I decided to record " Picking Flowers " . I sat in front of the microphone , Deko pressed REC , it was my time to pull off in an afternoon , all I knew about flowers , friendship , imagination , disappointment , love , hope and nostalgy .

" Picking Flowers " sounds like the streets of Berlin , the bars of Trieste, the hills of Piemonte , the Po Valley , some kitchens across the world, the New Zealand countryside , the Croatian sea, the streets of Melbourne etc. .. etc. ...

At that point, for me it’s been the beginning a new life. And who knows, maybe not just  for me .

That day I started to pick up flowers and I decided not to stop until I see the fruits .

Maybe one day I'll have enough fruits to eat well and be able to gain weight a few pounds ... that would be good for me!  Maybe I'll find the fruit in music. Maybe somewhere else .

" Picking Flowers " is the result of the work of many people , I did the smallest part, I took the emotions and stories, I filtered them  through my fingers and my vocal cords , and that's it .

 I’ll write about all those who have given life to tell this little chore ,

with the necessary calm , in the future posts .



sabato 7 dicembre 2013

walls and eyebrows

Once I went to rest up in the mountains, by a friend, we had fun, relaxed, he has solved many things that had to be solved in those days and I was happy for him. I obviously was looking for myself as usual , trying to give a direction to my tormented existence . We have built a huge wall of snow that covered the entire ground floor from the street. Without a valid reason. It was a remarkable effort . Zen . Then, with the end of winter would melt . About  that wall I wrote a song , and then , months later, I found myself in a semi permanent position in front of the Berlin Wall , one of the most famous walls in the world, singing songs about freedom, peace , nature, youth, animals and walls .

I'm running , she pulls in behind . I am anxious, she possess the cosmic calm .

me- " hmmm .. "
her- " ? "
me-"no, you know, maybe , I thought, you could try to walk , just a little ' faster = D = D = D ... "
her- " Hmmmm ... " me- "No ... I mean .. that is .. "
her- " FUCK YOU ! "
me -"Sorry ."

I said that with patience I'm learning! Not that one can immediately reach lofty levels , so all of a sudden! Meanwhile , I think, I can say instead that it is easy to lose it. Patience .

Somehow, between me wishing some juice and her that doesn’t want to buy it, we get to the wall. We sit under the tree with our very poor supplies. Water and some sweet crap . Last cigarette . We  go to work . We speak about random things, the tasks in the assembly of the stage have been set for some time now. Everything is ready . She continues to try to wake up, three hours after actual awakening. I tune the inaccordabile guitar at 60 ° C in the sun. Sunglasses check .Harmonica check . capo and pick check, mics check. Let’s get up the curtains .
Everything is perfect , in front of us there was some people already sitting on the greass . Someone else passing, curious about the couple of us, stops and waits " patiently " ( ... still!) the beginning of our set. 
 We start our set  with " Day by Day " , perhaps I did not even warned her! Initial arpeggio right at 60 /70%, usual standard . Now we go on the refrain and convince them all out and buy the cd ! BAM ! I 'm singing the verse and the she is singing the refrain!! She looks at me. I look up at her. It is a moment that lasts an eternity, but it ends immediately . And then it's a mess. I fall ruinously on the first chord , and start over undecided on the choir . Now we must think only to recall the public. We are singing the right thing! I turn to her, and I see .. I see .. THE eyebrow coming out from the top of the sunglasses .

Some women tend lips , others pull their fingers ,  eats their nails,  some turn the neck around like angry dinosaurs . 

Some only raise an eyebrow .

It's a matter of style.

I believe .  

 and stay tuned! new album , new video, new posts, new GIGS! Very,very soon!

 Galeb .