Danio Manfredini
Vivi Per Niente

THE REVIEW

Voicemail messages, diaries, letters and memoirs, scattered notes on madness, pain, and the hunger for love have formed in "VIVI PER NIENTE" a series of portraits that tell of disappearing, of being forgotten and forgetting that one lives and breathes while wandering aimlessly at night, between the walls of a red-light cinema, an asylum, a prison, an ordinary house-prison, lived with the husband of a lifetime or with a drug-addicted companion.

Almost the entire emotional and investigative world of Danio Manfredini, partly already the object of theatrical transfiguration, is found here distilled in a few minutes of songs.

The work proceeds in tableaux, some more dynamic exteriors, many more relaxed interiors, which have the ambition to show how desperate and forsaken existences, if viewed with accepting eyes but never hypocritically compassionate, can exude poetry and beauty and from those uncomfortable edges speak to the solitude of all.

The album opens with a Christmas greeting from someone uprooted to the extreme, and closes on the bank of a river still in a Christmas that doesn't seem like Christmas but renews the anticipation of encountering other life. Even if one lives, perhaps, for nothing.