"Hologram" is my new musical anthology, which collects 5 songs that I have worked hard on in recent years. Some are compositions from the land of pandemic and confinement, others are music from Draghistan, the new regime of Mario Draghi who settled in Italy and wants to reduce the people into slavery, with no more rights or legitimate aspirations. We are in a creepy situation, which led me to compose seamlessly, to testify to the world who we are and what we want for our children, whose mental health is constantly jeopardized by a handful of crude businessmen, who aim to the absolute dominance over the population, from which, after a long media hypnosis, everything has been removed, including the ability to reason and be critical of a government that has decided not to deal with people's needs anymore, implementing a terrorism plan of the mainstream that has led the majority of people to a worrying lobotomy that uses power to assert itself and demolish the minds of most, in a sort of community brainwashing, which only those who, like me and my partner, did not believe the lies of television and independently sought the truth about things, about the virus, about the political and geopolitical situation, to succeed and to define themselves as People.
"Antigua" is an ancient piece that I have worked on several times until the final draft. It is the image of a man looking at the ocean, wondering what his life will be. It is a relaxed, calm piece with a piano chordal structure, on which two melodies of alto clarinet and violin are grafted, with a small rhythmic drum accompaniment, just hinted at. That man could be me, at a crossroads in my life, or you, who are here reading and listening. We all make choices. We all want our life to be beautiful. Today, that observation of the ocean is more relevant than ever, since we are all able to understand that this is a crossroads of history. The title, "Antigua", is due to the fact that we must refer to ancient values, such as goodness, the search for Truth and honesty, all those things severely tested by a system of filthy and disgusting lies. "Antigua" is in 3/4 and is meant to be a consolation, when one is crushed, alone, faced with demanding choices of one's existence. There is a vein of melancholy throughout the piece, there is uncertainty, hope and the desire to be well, hopefully next day. "Antigua", from a psychological point of view, is nostalgia for a beautiful house that is, again, only in the mind of those who feel abandoned in the waves of the ocean, in the cerulean sky that merges with the horizon, where colorful boats move silently. It is the portrait of a man who seeks the best conditions for his life.
"You are the key"
"You are the key” is a song that praises the love for one's partner, which opens the door to Infinity. It is a music that I wrote during confinement, away from my Love, in a state of suspension, due to the situation, in front of which I was able to stay on the waterline only through the dream of being able to see my partner again as soon as possible, once the condition of the transmissibility index of the virus has regressed and stabilized. They have been hard days, we had a hope thanks to which we hoped that the Coronavirus could be eradicated, only to understand that that disease was just a pretext to keep us locked up, without any scientific evidence. "You are the key" is a song about the suffering of those who wish to be able to return to normality, deprived of almost everything, but not of the Light of the presence of their Love in their life. It is a poem in music about how one can resist the devastation, while maintaining one's right feeling, without going mad with pain. Many times in my life I have tried to find the right key to my Happiness, without ever identifying it. Then she came, my partner, the right metronome of my existence, the tuner to play in tune and the final embrace of an entire existence spent not resigning to the evidence of a black tide of disturbing lies that undermine bases of people's psyche. "You are the key" is my response to the abomination perpetrated against the peoples of the world. Time to tell it how it is. Without love, nothing can be done. Without love, I would be nothing. Without love, this world would be destined to implode.
"Et lux repente fuit"
"Et lux repente fuit", "And suddenly there was light". This is a recent work, on the Light, which should never be endangered by the darkness. It is a symphonic piece, which has a particular genesis. At first it should have been a symphony, so I started composing, ideas came to mind that I immortalized in the score, then, however, at a certain point, I thought of merging all the remnants together and making them into a single piece. I imagined a grandfather of the future describing to his grandson, in front of the evening fire, the collapse of Neoliberalism and the birth of the New Era of Light. This is why I wrote the title in the remote past: "the light was", because I hope that the next generations will see a new reign of Beauty and can tell how bad the climate of hatred that snaked in the 2000s in many souls was and how much it is their Light is beautiful in the future. One day a grandfather will tell his grandson that, after the global fall of the American Empire, there was a light so intense that no one has had the courage to do evil anymore: it is my happy utopia, the one that allows me to move forward, trying to stay balanced.
"My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible"
A music dedicated to my Companion, who is the love of my life, breasts, mastery and harmony, which define the portrait of a man who has been invisible for a long time, but can now say he is happy and walk through the roads of the world, certain of his identity, since, when he returns home, there is his woman who feeds him with Light and Beauty. Far from my Love, in confinement, a poignant expressive charge assailed me, in the most total romantic lyricism that I translated into warm sounds, as in this composition. She is my breast, absolutely and here the orchestra moves slowly, like an arm that stretches, to find, a few centimeters away, the body of its beloved, warm, enveloping, tender and passionate. Here the music had to express love, gratitude, momentum and I worked hard on this piece until the final point was reached. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible” is a hymn to the Beauty of love, which redefines everything and transforms everything, in an evolution that attributes a new identity to the individual without distorting it and building it as a person able to feel good and be proactive, always, in all circumstances, to learn never to give up.
Some time ago I listened to the radio, there was an expert who said very beautiful things about human nature, he inspired me and I wrote this composition, because I draw inspiration from everything that can make me think or move. “Hologram” is the dimension of what is happening. There is an ongoing battle between analog and digital, in a broad sense, between the world generated by carbon, which is therefore an organic cosmos, and silicon chips, which our rulers would like to use for a new, transhuman man. Freedom is made of water and carbon, it is ours, while that of Transhumanism is nothing: it only serves to create a Humanity of robotic slaves. We are analog. We could never become androids and these are the reflections that prompted me, after listening to the expert, to write this piece a few days ago.
My partner and I are part of a minority; a small group of Italians, made silent, but determined, attentive, who intend to bring everything back to a logical level, keeping in mind the humanity of people and the instances of their Psyche. We are now in a suspension. The world is falling towards the abyss and we have not yet decided what to do to continue to have a dignified, rigorous life, sensitive to otherness in all the facets in which it can manifest itself. Our rulers are psychotic and are cheering heavily on a third world war. I do not identify with the majority of Italians, so I will not have a voice in the decisions and I will not feel represented by those who today add fuel to the fire to have Europe once again in a war whose features and outcome are unknown. Perhaps, for me, the best solution is escape, which I am considering as an option for my future life. I am not resigned to a community that has decided to commit itself to suicide. I have a right to live, like everyone else, but the majority of my country has determined that it is good to send weapons to a country at war, becoming in turn a country that facilitates war. The extermination of minds began a long time ago, with conniving politicians and media lobotomizing the brains of too many people, whose number is much greater than 50% + 1 of those entitled to vote. So they always decided everything themselves, not in my name and not even in the name of my partner. They were already bad people, then the pandemic did the rest. All divided. All suspicious. All irremediably alone, frail and inclined to be manipulated, having decided to delegate their ability to think to a bunch of lousers in parliament, who have no intention of really taking care of the well-being of the people. They boiled us like Chomsky's frog and there they are arose masterfully. Nobody asked questions anymore. Nobody has used the critical sense anymore. No one has questioned authority anymore. We were left there, four wild wolves, who sensed that something in the official narrative was really dissonant, did not convince and had to make us alert because someone, in the rooms of power, was plotting something of unimaginable dimensions, which would lead the world to the destruction of the Psyche and of knowing how to choose. Before the citizens were worked on the sides and now, who have obtained a population of prone and helpless subjects, they can do whatever they want. We are suspended, I realize that. A war at the gates, a pandemic that shows no sign of decreasing, at least as reported by the TVs, with an index of transmissibility under the command of the powerful, who, from the pandemic, made the arbitrary use they wanted. We will find ourselves at war with a pandemic, with exorbitant bills and rationed gas. Nice world, isn't it? ... And this desperate need, like asking for water after crossing the desert, to listen to or read someone who thinks like you, because you have the world against you, but you are not the wrong one. It is not those who want freedom that are wrong. It is our politicians who aspire to have a mass of slaves. It is necessary to oppose this project, but we are at a crucial point: it is also necessary to take home the skin, to save oneself, because we cannot go on like this, we are at the end of the line. I may not see the New Age of Light, but I have written enough about it. I consider myself a Lucent, I am alert and analytical, after so much wandering, but the rest of my nation seems to want only the desert. The bitter truth is that my country is lobotomized, rendered inert and unable to formulate the thought of a rebellion, first it was hypnotized and then they directly operated on the brain, transforming it into a colony of the evil Empire, led by men who have lost their soul, making it a weapon to destroy all forms of beauty and diversity. This is a dictatorship. We must realize this. Change things? Maybe, why not? With everyone's help, of course. Or flee, because here all hope has been demolished. We are in the most devastating psychosis, thanks to the constant overturning of reality, to the propaganda bass drum, which feeds on obsequious and zealous journalists towards power, carrying out an incessant media pounding twenty-four hours a day, mercilessly and raging on the poor minds of the most . Those who, like me, did not believe the Pandemic narrative are not believing the war in Ukraine either. We are few, very few: a negligible minority, and the others choose for us, this is the tragic thing, not in a democracy, but in a democratic theater that has preserved only sterile rites of democracy. Those who love and want to live in peace no longer count for anything. Whoever wants to drop bombs on Moscow decides. It's all turned upside down. All schizoid. All sadly true. This is not a soap opera. This is the truth of the twenty-first century. This is the rich West who is the custodian of a tradition of freedom and justice that, according to many, would have no equal in the world, unworthily transformed into a land of business and conflict, unscrupulous banks and men of dubious morality, multinationals and politicians who betray their own peoples. I'm not there. You will make the desert and you will call it Peace, but not in my name, I will already be elsewhere, I will observe from afar, I will smile bitterly at the progress of stupidity and I will go to watch a sunset at the sea. This civilization does not belong to me. I am already in another place, in the New Age of Light. In a place of the soul other than you. In a house where your lies are not welcome... All this is in my music, which is militant and fighting for a better tomorrow! I want to be there, when Draghistan falls and we will return to talk about the beauty of a smile and a hug.