Fabio Concato
Storie di sempre

THE REVIEW

"Storie di sempre" is the first work of Fabio Concato. When it came out, I was just one year old, and I can't think of a better soundtrack for those super-8 films that crinkle along with my early stumbles, in the arms of my parents. Small frames, precise, jerky, sometimes disconnected, of heterogeneous situations, united with tape. Sometimes burned yet fascinating and with a universal flavor. Everyday stories: of mom staying home for the kids and dad with a double job. The first day of school and my brother's mumps. And the sleepless "Santa Lucia".

I discovered this moving album very late, only a few years ago, since the super8 films were lost.

And then it's enough for me to listen to "Breve sogno" to see my father returning from the factory and going to earn extra at the workshop. My mother is the "little butterfly" of "A dean martin" but also "La nina" waiting with us. And homemade pasta is being prepared, with the appropriate proportions of flour and rolling pins. That life, which is no more, I find here. Not in lost films, not in evanescent polaroids. A life aged. This album is as well. You can feel all its thirty-plus years: in the music, in the atmospheres, in the sound quality. But one must age to be able to remember! So applause to Fabio Concato for having written an album that has aged with me, and also for himself, for allowing himself to age, not like many of his ridiculous latex-clad peers. And then for a song like "Misto di poesia" that manages to make even an anonymous town like Cormano poetic.

Subjectively essential album.