Monday, 21 November 2016

Come with me

Most of the times you listen to some new music, you get bored, or interested, or you may think “wow cool”, but never think about it again.
You may think “wow cool” and then dig a little bit, spotify, youtube, social media, it’s quite easy now.

Sometimes it clicks, something happens in the head or in the heart or in the gut, and that song remains with you, and you get interested, eventually you become a fan and start following the artist/band. This happened to me quite a lot of times, but I’m not going to enumerate them.

In the Italian language there is a phrase that indicates the love at first sight, and it’s “colpo di fulmine”, litterally “bolt of lightning”, because that is the exact feeling that you get sometimes, very rarely.

Because sometimes music may hit you so hard, like a supersonic bang, leaving you incredulous and dazed and asking to yourself “what the fuck just happened?”

And this is exacly what happened seven months ago, when I first saw The RavenEye playing as support for The Darkness. I’m still a bit stuck there, that day. When I chose my spot to be in front of Frankie Poullain and instead I happened to be in front of Aaron Spiers.

Fuck it, what a mess.
Sometimes I would like to scream “I want my heart back!”
Yeah, because sometimes it hurts a bit, because going to their gigs is so fucking difficult from here.
I sometimes wished my heart could choose an italian band, that would have been a bit easier.

But that’s it. And that’s me now. We’ll see what’s going to happen next.

This is the song in particular that did the spell. Or the wreckage, it depends on the day.



Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Me and the music

 
"Today is the day of the concert. I'm so overwhelmed. After all these troubled weeks, that night has finally arrived. When will I stop having this unhealthy relationship with music? As soon as it makes me feel good, I hope I won't stop. I have so many expectations on this gig, I hope I won't be disappointed."

That day I defined my relationship with music as morbid, unhealthy. Maybe I was right. Love can leave you confused and exhausted sometimes. 
That particular day was the day of my first Peter Gabriel gig, and I went to Milan to see him. I was 24 at the time and it was a pivotal moment in my life. Indeed Peter Gabriel was the last musician that made me travel for many years. After that season, I was choked by life and thought these kind of things belonged to the past.