A FAKE BIO OF AN ALPINE MUSICIAN


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a fresh wind of a beautiful day in spring was blowing into my face, i was driving an old moped to the next village to get my guitar lesson, left and right of the street were glorious mountains with snow on top, i was thinking, if the sealevel would be much higher there would only the iselands of the alps remain, how can this not be the centre of the world? and i enjoyed the music playing on my walkman amplified by the tiny guitar amplifier attached in front of me,

and then it just went like schhhhhhhhhhhh through the canal of time and now i’m here, 35 years later, sitting on a train to zürich to play a gig, i still follow my dream, i follow that light, i follow that magic that lives in songs, i still follow that call that never stopped giving me hope, i never gave up

i’m a one man show, the singer, the manager, the roadie, the producer, the songwriter, the promoter, the art director and the fan, i keep learning every day, some things i’m good at and some not, and when you hear my song you hear the mix of it all, i hope it to be something beautiful, rough and moving, something that has meaning and gives hope, and maybe sometimes feels like a warm blanket in a cold night

most importantly i hope it resonates and inspires

it is strange to sing in a strange language, after every concert i play at least someone says, i really liked it but i didn’t understand a word, and it’s not that that person necessarily understands all the songs of the other artists that come on the radio, the songs in english, german, french, italian, spanish… i think it’s more that the language i sing in is spoken by so few that people don’t have it in their ears, if i hear an italian song there are so many memories and emotions that come up, there’s a whole part of me that was shaped by my experiences in italy and by my dear italian friends, to most the language i sing in is unknown territory, and there i try to find something universal that we all share, so universal even an alien would resonate

 
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ON HOW TO BE OF SERVICE vol. 1


imagine the sea  
imagine the space of the sea  
and the space of the air  

hands are the extension of the heart (read somewhere)  

… and then i lie down on my back and look at the stars  

with a big chord i embrace everything and exhale again  
i'm connecting with all the hearts in the audience  
and all the blood  
the eyes  
the souls  
the flames  

for the length of a song  
walk around  
do stuff  
like you do in the kitchen  

musicians with their fingers glowing  

play concerts in strange places  

have a flame on stage 

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TO BE CONTINUED....