Andrea Laszlo De Simone
Vivo

Waw, how beautiful this piece that feels so much like the sixties, who is it, I don't think I've ever heard it. This happens to someone like me who stumbles upon listening to Vivo by Andrea Laszlo De Simone on a virtual platform. Or rather, it happens that a young man like you, met on a site you've always appreciated, links you the video of a song and you, curious especially because you know that this young man has tastes similar to yours, don't hesitate twice to open it.
Suddenly, everything you've absorbed from the atmosphere of somewhat outdated music but with universal value comes back to life, that way of making music you've always loved reappears among the notes of an emerging young artist, whose existence you were unaware of, and you begin to think there is still hope. Hope to understand and appreciate certain sounds, certain lyrics, make them your own and kick off a new artistic movement.

Vivo is a piece that recalls the gentle Amore Perduto that Faber sang in the distant sixties, where that lightness and joy of existence were values before they were trends. A marvelous fresco of twenty twenty-one that pays homage, without copying, to a decade that even today fascinates twenty-somethings in love with music and freedom.

Andrea's voice, deliberately in total blend with the music, makes us rediscover the pleasure of paying attention to the words, perhaps going back and pressing play once more, a bit as it happened in Anima Latina by Battisti, a starting point for many young promises of today's pop.

In a present where skipping anything is in vogue, where people stop paying attention to detail, to the single moment, and where songs with a fixed term come out, the piece in question restores that dimension of universality, speaking to everyone and trying to remain imprinted in the collective memory.

The words end here, all that's left for you is to listen.