"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.
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