Amalia Grè is on her first album with the label EMI MUSIC, which, according to an anecdote, gave her very little time, maybe 15 days, to create it. So I imagine her in the recording studio, I close my eyes and listen to her.
I find that there is a subtle charm in this album, an intriguing way of Grè to draw a boundary, the line of a "where."
Where her provincial origins end and the fluctuating life of an artist begins, arm in arm with names like Betty Carter and Bobby McFerrin and performances at the Blue Note in New York.
Where the sound begins and the day starts: tracks with silver notes like SOGNO, an elegant piano bar, ORCHIDEE, or the splendid cover ESTATE. The smile doesn't fade even in the afternoon atmosphere of BARONESSA, NA SUPPA DE STELLE, a courageous and beautiful piece, nor in the dragged and tired FILM A 8 COLORI and so on until...I NEED A CROWN, and it could be night.
In the silence, this invisible track I like is called sweetness naivety...
Where her debut ends and a promise begins.
...AND I DON'T HAVE THE END PA'PA'RIIEIEAHAH AAH AAH.