Alberto Fortis
Alberto Fortis

"And you who woke me up one morning, though I won't say your name, I just tell you that I wasn't in my bed nor in my city. I woke up and I was so hungry, but inside your fridge there was nothing. I turned around and after seeing you, I prepared a salad. Would you like some? And together with your breast, I want to make a salad with a bit of hay, and I was told not to make it because a cow might die for you."

I would like to revive the debut of this atypical singer-songwriter in the Italian music scene who gave us a handful of beautiful songs and little more, disappearing within about ten years into the undergrowth of "those who are there but cannot be seen."
A conscious choice or perhaps a "not very interesting" figure on a media level?
What matters most to us now is to emphasize the state of grace with which in 1979 (almost 30 years ago!!) this frail young man already somewhat anorexic debuted, singing in a semi-falsetto odd sketches and surreal situations, filled with nonsense with a sensitivity more feminine than masculine.

A delicate but also irreverent singer-songwriter who vehemently railed against Rome, understood as a "way of life" between the charlatan and the unreliable in favor of a more serious and professional Milan (riding a stereotype still widespread, especially in the north!). Fortis effortlessly moved from the mockery and j'accuse of "A voi Romani" precisely to the light, nocturnal and fragile poetry of "Il Duomo di notte" or "In Soffitta", through light and surreal verses of "Nuda e senza seno" or "La sedia di lillà". In short, a small masterpiece of delicacy and happiness of writing, likely aided by the significant musical contribution from these top-notch musicians: patrick dijvas: electric bass francone mussida: acoustic - electric guitar flavio premoli: piano, moog - harp? electric piano claudio fabi: piano - electric piano claudio pascoli: sax gigi mucciolo: trumpet johnny capriuolo: trombone gianni ziglioli: accordion-marimba... practically among the best session musicians of the period gravitating in the musical Milan of that time.

An album blessed by the Muse of inspiration that he rarely managed to repeat in the following years, although here and there he always scraped together a few songs worthy heirs of this beautiful yet fragile work that over the years has kept intact the magic that saw its birth. Listen to believe.