MidAge

Music has been and still is the background sound of my life.
My first album dates back to 1974, purchased not quite consciously, guided by my affection for my older brother who I often saw wearing a strange Sennheiser hat from which incomprehensible sounds emanated.
Strange headgear with astonishing effects, because with it on his head I often saw him (so composed) unable to keep his feet still, with hands mimicking unknown movements in the air and his voice, in the silence of the room, uttering words in a language I didn't understand.
His Thorens turntable had an hypnotic effect on me: everything started from there!
Since then, it has been a growing passion that led me, despite having directed my listening towards specific genres over the years, to try listening to everything, open and ready to let an unfamiliar sound or a lesser-known artist surprise me with its effect on me.
I have tried to eliminate mental preconceptions from listening, always letting music freely enter my heart or my mind, and I have accepted the results.
Like many, I relied on magazines of the time (Mucchio Selvaggio and Rockerilla being the favorites) to learn more about this vast world opening up before me: it was love! :-)
My reviews are therefore reflections in which I hope to communicate what I have felt and still feel during listening, what I liked or disliked about a record, avoiding to set myself up as a pompous judge who refuses to admit other opinions: there are already plenty of those!!
Just to give some context about my areas of interest: - Blues (old and new) and its contaminations - Rock in its various facets, from classic (old school, to clarify) to current indie paths - I like rockabilly - A good splash of new wave - The right dose of electronics.
I can't enjoy all forms of rap, some hip-hop, metal, extreme experimentation, when sound turns into noise, and the same applies to vocals.
Many things influence our listening centers; countless mechanisms make us emotional about a song or an album. We just need to listen honestly, setting aside our preconceptions.
I realize that, as the years pass and listenings accumulate, experience enters the scene more quickly when listening to a new album, and it’s almost automatic that a few minutes are enough to give a first qualitative judgment: blessed be posterity!! :-)
Just kidding, of course, because anyone fortunate enough to have lived through the evolution of music, whatever the era, when revisiting old albums, I believe, experiences very different sensations.
One last note, for those who ventured into this long profile of mine, regarding what for me is a fundamental component in forming a “judgment” on the music listened to: the moment when we did it, our mood at that time, an awaited record or an unexpected discovery...
I enjoy, when I replay music in headphones, that makes me revisit scenes and snippets of my life, and relive them.
...and when the music ends, I turn off the light...
Happy to meet you
MidAge