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Rating: Writing about music
or: floating over Milan at the end of October
What does it mean to write about music? Through associations of ideas, various expressions come to mind, including listening, being inspired, informing oneself, informing others, explaining, being moved, involving, playing, venting, describing, forgiving, getting angry, demanding, elaborating, being encyclopedic, communicating, typing, pretending to be, talking about sensations.
Tonight, I choose to write about music according to the last meaning listed and the present atmosphere of Milan, but I will not describe an album song by song: I will simply use it as a soundtrack. The soundtrack I choose is "All Saints", because it is the music of my gray and white late October in Milan, it is the soundtrack of waking up at six-thirty in the cold and warmth of my home, it is the music stuck with me in the metro with millions of different people, it is the note of when in the office I cut myself with the pages of the files, it is the sound that dances dark and silent in my room while I write these words, it is the confused and soothing perception of my black and white dreams.
The music that accompanies and whispers to me creeps along the avenues, peeks between the immobile cars lined up on the asphalt, sneaks through half-closed shutters as the news jingle plays, makes glasses clink on set tables, flips the pages of the book on my bedside table.
What does it mean to write about music? Talking about sounds is also traveling, then my stereo becomes a train, my keyboard its wheels, my imagination the windows, beyond which mysterious French castles, Berlin's undergrounds, New York's buildings, and boats on the Thames pass by, and finally, stopping at the Central Station, I lift my eyes from the window and rest them on the screen, the page of my imagination, and I see words, and I realize I have written about music. Perhaps.
If I look back, I see glances, people, expressions, silences, words, too many words. If I listen to the present, I forget the next alarm at six-thirty, I forget the screeching brakes of the metro, I forget the piles of files, I forget communicating with absent eyes and stern sneers, I even forget the music. If I look up to the future, I notice that the pure sound remains, my calm floating in the gray darkness and white-orange light of this frantic city, serenity and restlessness... I become pure perception and I glide silently into the night, if I look down, I see the rooftops of Milan, its little lights, its October soul, and I feel dizzy, and I no longer know how to write about music, but at least I fly away.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
14 Subterraneans (05:41)
Share bride failing star
Care-line
Care-line
Care-line
Care-line driving me
Shirley, Shirley, Shirley own
Share bride failing star
15 Warszawa (06:22)
Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm
Sula vie dilejo
Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm
Sula vie milejo
Mmm-omm
Cheli venco deho
Cheli venco deho
Malio
Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm
Helibo seyoman
Cheli venco raero
Malio
Malio
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