Forbidden Colors

My love wears forbidden colors
Believes in my life you once again on

I'll go walking in circles
While Doubting the very ground beneath me
Trying to show unquestioning faith in everything
Here am I, a lifetime away from you

On Air: Forbidden Colors Live Pescia Splendor Theatre March 23

The Wedding

Finally I can post a recording of my trio in great shape and with a great sound. The song, 'that wonderful hymn of The Wedding Dollar Brand, the melody heart ache. It 'was a great evening, all natural, all familiar.

On Air: The Wedding March 19, 2010 Live Pisa

Freedom '

I enjoy me for a few hours, the sense of freedom ', the adrenaline flows a beautiful concert, playing so' free and feel the people and 'a gift, I'm full of positive feelings that the music that came out of my fingers inexplicably emanated. I let myself go through disbelief, and 'all there, and' all in limbo, ready to leave when we open the doors of the soul. The sense of thought and action that respond to cause and effect, not to feel their body as a limit, does not even feel it more ', to be lost in hyperspace, eyes closed and deep pain that is free roars and explodes in the delays of those notes , in melodies that are constructed in an unexpected way, in the alchemy of understanding, the sound of an evening as it captain ... maybe 1 every 5 years. I feel fortunate in my life have played at least once in this way, with freedom 'forgetting myself, but being completely possessed by the goddess in every atom of the music. If there is a form of love 'that I feel for the musicians who have shared with me this migration and extracorporeal those beautiful souls that I heard in the audience. I'm glad I tried this and I finally feel alive, maybe the time is doing his duty.

On Air: Chick Corea, Steve Gadd, Bob Berg, Eddie Gomez Monaco Live 1992 Sicily

Stephen Bearzatti - Salumeria della Musica

Sometimes I forget, we forget that the music and 'essentially joy. Dark period, workdays without much sense, are the 19:30 I decide to go out and look for something that manages to distract myself, passing down the corridor towards the exit intercept a discussion surreal, tired speaking, just as talkative sleep and fatigue make me, drag a colleague ever seen out with me to listen to this concert. He attracts the presence of the Pauline Door mainly are slightly worried by the formula trio sax, bass, drums, dangerous formula that often after a couple of pieces can 'be fatally boring. The group 'formed by Stephen Bearzatti Sax, Bass and Paolino Dalla Porta Battery Manu Roche. From the first notes I'm struck by the lyricism of the group and the free and airy sound nice (pianists often we are guilty of overfilling the sound spaces), and the expression of Paulinus' eloquent, have fun, Bearzatti has a beautiful sound and Sax Manu Roche fantastically colored the rhythm, I like a lot, the concert continues with great interplay between the musicians, entertainment, complicity ', risks, retrieved on wires ran to the brink of falling, sincere laughter and a beautiful humanity' that came out of those notes. The all original compositions and Bearzatti Paolino Dalla Porta, struck me in particular a Lullaby for Ugo and 'was sublime, barely touched by the saxophone, with an introduction by Bass that I literally flew off the chair. It was a long time since I saw a real fun, free trade, a concert by musicians for public shortly, with a true joy and a deep desire to play, feeling each note, playing each note as Flores said as if it were the last .

Alternative (The look of the Flaneur)

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Some time ago we did a concert in San Miniato, non-optimal conditions, excellent result, no expectations, great music. On that occasion we decided to repeat the experience by making a first evening in Florence at the CPA, no compensation, wants to play so much. The evening was scheduled for last night, naturally and humanely, at least from my expectations were high, I tried to repeat the positive vibes of San Miniato (already 'not I ever learn ...). So you try to repeat the ritual, complete improvisation, no plan for what you want to play, complete openness. Unfortunately, the mental recovery of recent weeks and feel are awfully touchy, a little comment can devastarmi balance needless to say unstable. Then the variables are many, too, there 's an alto sax with us ever since it has a supreme desire to play and I when I see a musician so' eager to play I can not stop it. And 'good, very good, too good and his desire to play and' so much that does not stop a moment and draws us into a mood that is not ours, bop unleashed, it sounds all too much too without listening to the sound and 'a little low-cut, the energy' still good. It starts at 23.15 with Alone Together, seems to have breath but after a couple of laps we are already 'a thousand, riccardo on drums and' in a trance all night, I close my eyes down and 'out of tune, there' I miss a hand on harmony, I can stand well and I can not express so well what I want. It goes on until one and a half hours without a break, without interruption through mystical version of Nardis, fast swing like There will never be another you, you play with your head down, me and the drummer you see and feel especially for download some inner tension, try grounding. The end and 'the most' beautiful this evening, for the post, for the people, by the fact that often immersed in my world plasticized 'respectable' the day I forget that there are other possibilities', and values ​​that are not simply those tied to the value of the capacity 'to attract money. Breathing in this place (with a look of sheer sadness that will not let me), a freedom 'at least the feelings and sensations, he began a long night made of Balkan music, at least ten horns which run on Balkan notes, riffs obsessive , our drummer that still needs to get rid of dips in the sound, and while disassembling the battery continues to play the snare drum with these winds in the middle of the room, a conspiratorial look that I can not support.

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The dog races around this happy freedom ', the evidence of the desire for culture and freedom' intellectual, the little library that I discover Mayakovsky in around the building at night, too many cigarettes, alcohol increases, the 'air of Florence, which always has something wonderful for me, the unmistakable smell of my nights in Florence, I'll get no' to explain but gives me the smell of the potential, the smell of the can, the smell of the alternative view, smell who promptly disappears with the dawn. I miss that smell in the morning when they are immersed in the world of conventions, no freedom 'intellectual freedom of' apparent. Passed the night very strange, away from myself, tired of notes, welfare and melancholy.

On Air: Keith Jarrett Heartland

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