Flavio Giurato
Il Manuale Del Cantautore

I would like to talk to you about this album.

However, there is already a wonderful review to which I could add little and which I refer you to.

But I will try to add a little piece of my heart too.

Maybe because I'm listening to it while I write.

Or because I've had a bit too much to drink.

Or maybe because when you talk about Flavio, this is what you talk about.

You talk about heart.

And anyone who has seen him live, this big man hunched over with only his guitar to defend and fight against fierce enemy mills, knows what I am talking about.

Someone who has produced one of the best Italian albums ever ("Il tuffatore", CGD 1982), and I'm not joking when I say it and I'm willing to challenge you to a duel as well (as long as it's not at dawn), leaving you the choice of weapon if you say otherwise.  

Someone who has produced one of the best Italian albums ever, I was saying, victim of such reprehensible oblivion that, in comparison, the Piper, is a gentleman!

Leaving aside the ice cream and going back to music, Flavio in this return of his, now dated 2007, gave his best. Powerful lyrics, those that with each listen you discover new lines to idolize (They give the "Gospel" in black and white in a suburban parish hall). Divine arrangements, a voice more than powerful.

The tracks are all worth mentioning, but I'll limit myself to "Praga" and "Mi-Lang", dig them up on YouTube. It's worth it, it's really worth it.

And if even one of you gets passionate about it, as I have been since 1982, you will have made me happy.