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 .
TO BE
CONTINUED ...
Galeb.
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