lunedì 21 maggio 2012

Io sono singolare

Essere singolare vuol dire che i tuoi amici vivono in altre città o in altre nazioni. 
E tu scopri se sono ingrassati o dimagriti vedendo le fotografie su Facebook. 
E capisci se sono felici o tristi da poche battute in chat

Essere singolare vuol dire che i tuoi genitori e il tuo paese sono a 300 km di distanza

Essere singolare vuol dire scoprire che il bucato non si fa da solo, mai, nemmeno per sbaglio

Essere singolare vuol dire tornare a casa e trovare tutti un po’ più vecchi, ogni volta di più, senza esserci stata nel mentre

Essere singolare vuol dire non vivere con chi ami, ma vivere con chi capita

Essere singolare vuol dire narrare, senza condividere

Quando sei singolare, non sai cosa rispondere alla domanda “Dove vai quest’estate?”

Quando sei singolare, non c’è nessuno che ti vizi. E tu non hai da viziare nessuno

Quando sei singolare, paghi il taxi per intero e, se dormi fuori, l’indomani nessuno ti chiede dove tu abbia dormito

Quando sei singolare, affronti la vita senza una spalla. Lo fai senza complici

Quando sei singolare, fai da sola. Fai da te. E no, non fai per tre

Quando sei singolare, certi giorni hai voglia di implodere

Quando sei singolare, il merito e la colpa sono tuoi soltanto

mercoledì 9 maggio 2012

Love at first sight

Now just a few pictures of my last working trip to the Faroe Islands, where I'll be heading again soon, as a tourist this time, as I fell in love at first sight with this land and the people who live there. Thanks again a lot to the guys from Hamferð (esp. Esmar) and the organizers of WMBFO for the help and logistic support. Túsund takk fyri øll somul, vit siggjast!


Group photo of the professional folks! From the left: Christian Buhl (The Rocking Factory - DK), Teemu Suominen (Spinefarm Records - FI), yours truly, Jörg Düsedau (Dragon Productions - DE), Kristian Blak (Tutl Plátufelagið - FO) and Jan Clausen (Queen about Music - DE) 

Going professional at Sjónleikarhúsið

Me, Eija and random Faroese people
Ninja me talking with Jan (spot me if you can)
Photo by the genius Eija Mäkivuoti

martedì 6 marzo 2012

La vera storia dei bassisti

In the beginning there was a bass. It was a Fender, probably a Precision, but it could have been a Jazz - nobody knows. Anyway, it was very old, definitely pre-C.B.S.

And God looked down upon it and saw that it was good. He saw that it was very good in fact and couldn't be improved on at all (though men would later try). And so He let it be and He created a man to play the bass.

And the man looked upon the bass, which was a beautiful 'sunburst' red and he loved it. He played upon the open E string and the note rang through the earth and reverberated throughout the firmaments (thus reverb came to be). And it was good. And God heard that it was good and He smiled at his handwork.

Then in the course of time, the man came to slap upon the bass. And it was funky.

And God heard this funkiness and He said: "Go man, go". And it was good.

More time passed and, having little else to do, the man came to practice upon the bass. The man came to have upon him a great set of chops. And he did play faster and faster until the notes rippled like a breeze through the heavens.

And God heard this sound which sounded something like the wind, which He had created earlier. It also sounded something like the movement of furniture, which He hadn't even created yet, and He was not so pleased. And He spoke to the man, saying: "Don't do that!".

Now the man heard the voice of God, but he was so excited about his new ability that he slapped upon the bass a blizzard of funky notes. And the heavens shook with the sound, and the Angels ran about in confusion (some of the Angels started to dance, but that's another story).

And God heard this - how could He miss it - and He became Bugged. He spoke to the man and He said: "Listen man, if I wanted Jimi Hendrix I would have created the guitar. Stick to the bass parts".

And the man heard the voice of God and he knew not to mess with it. But now he had upon him a passion for playing fast and high. The man took the frets off of the bass which God had created. And the man did slide his fingers upon the fretless fingerboard and play melodies high upon the neck. And, in his excitement, the man did forget the commandment of the Lord and played a frenzy of high melodies and blindingly fast licks. And the heavens rocked with the assault and the earth shook, rattled and rolled.

Now God's wrath was great. And His voice was thunder as He spoke to the man.

He said: "Ok for you, pal. You have not heeded My word. I shall create a soprano saxophone and it shall play higher than you can even think of".

"And from out of the chaos I shall bring forth the drums. And they shall play so many notes thine head shall ache and I shall make you to always stand next to the drummer."

"You think you're loud? I shall create a stack of Marshall guitar amps to make thin ears bleed. And I shall send down upon the earth other instruments and they shall all be able to play higher and faster than the bass."

"And for all the days of man, your curse shall be this; that all the other musicians shall look to you, the bass player, for the low notes. And if you play too high or fast all the other musicians shall say "Wow" but really they shall hate it. And they shall tell you you're ready for your solo career, and find other bass players for their bands. And for all your days if you want to play your fancy licks you shall have to sneak them in like a thief in the night."

"And if you finally do get to play a solo, everyone shall leave the bandstand and go to the bar for a drink"

and so it was..



lunedì 20 febbraio 2012

Di nuovi orizzonti

Beware: this post's just a stream of random consciousness

I'm finally back on this blog after a while.. Exam session is now over and I can finally focus on something more interesting and motivating. New classes started today and I immediately fell in love with the brand new Northern Literatures and cultures course, which seems to be exactly what I needed to complete my knowledge about Scandinavian and Scandinavish countries. It's been announced that we're gonna learn even some Icelandic phonology and vocaboulary, an awesome news for anybody (read: me) who's struggling at the moment with Faroese and its tricky letters and sounds. It's pretty obvious that those languages are not so different, but I'm still more attracted by Faroese than by Icelandic, I can't explain why. And now that I've unexpectedly gained some Faroese gentlefriends, my studies are developing well, not so quickly but in an interesting way at least, thank to their help also. I must admit, I didn't expected Faroese folks to be so gentle and kind, even with someone who they've hardly met once. After years of Icedudes & Räikkönen behaving people (Finns, Y U SO SHY?), finding some open and casual people it's a good way to start the new year. They make me happy, despite all the shit going on (read: unpaid internships, lack of money and motivations and tons of other stuff).

To sum up, foreign languages and music (ahn, new pretty stuff is to come here, check my other blog) are helping me hold the balance, as always, and the fact I can still fall in love with a new language is a clear indication my brain still has some empty space. I wasn't so sure about that..


Faroese (left) vs Icelandic (right)

29/02 update: Faroese is way better than Icelandic! It seems that the latter language sounds not so elegant to my ears. Still interesting, but probably it's not gonna enter my top10 list of foreign languages..

02/03 update: just started doing some proper listening exercises with Faroese. I'm still better understanding through reading than through listening.. might be a problem soon?