Amedeo Minghi
Studio Collection

THE REVIEW

Amedeo Minghi, the most romantic of Italian singer-songwriters, retraces 30 years of his life and career in this collection. Reviewing him as I have done with others is not possible, as the melodic structure is a simple base of violin, four percussion instruments, and some choir and keyboard, and from here it does not deviate for all 30 tracks of the 2 discs, all of which are slow. Nevertheless, otherwise I wouldn't review it, this collection is wonderful, in my opinion.

He is a refined poet, whose voice resembles a viola that reverberates in the chest. The slow melodies are an echo of a shell smoothed by the sea, solemn, like his voice; the words come from memories, maritime landscapes, love, and I don't know what else; but the greatness also lies in the melody which, while always remaining slow, proposes many variations, obviously slight, but constant in the songs, and especially strung together in a logical thread, not only reserved for the text but also melodic, the work of a great talent. To know that he is a poet, I do not need to quote his lyrics, which are of course available on various sites; however, to seal the review, I will include a few verses from "Cantare È D'Amore", which I think expresses his great talent, the others are too intertwined in the melody, which of course I cannot reproduce.

Like a pretense
not of blood but of red
water and salt and not the tears I tasted.
Burns like battle,
of appearances fire and straw
and the hearts are horses unbridled in us.
Loving is like going on the run
it's what I did,
what I never said..
It's not the truth...
that the more you say it, the more you never say it.
It's my illusion that is true.
And that flows proudly
through the fingers of life.
The sound passes and beautiful images of us.
Marvelous confusion
between dialogues and poses,
and every passionate weight is
a breath but not the truth,
which is always another story but not Her,
Her who
among my kisses is of Love.
It's improvisation
it's not wind nor sun,
atrocious rain
better it is
that it is not there.
Loving is like climbing
on a screen of illusion
and then believing that ivy to be reality.
It's the lies, my girl
the long nose and the taste of goodbye
It's not the truth,
that the more you say it, the fewer kisses you'll have...