songs
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Introduction
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The Water Catcher
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Orbetello
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Orbetello Wings and Names
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The Half-Dream Room
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Valterchiari
7.Wedding March
8.The Boys' Choir
9.Simone
10.The Diver
11.Conga School
12.Concert Night
When a love story ends, it brings us into a state of melancholy or despair or negativity, which in some of us can sometimes lead to a moment of creativity that we otherwise don't have in the presumed normality.
This is what happens to Flavio Giurato in 1982 when he writes an album centered on his love for a girl and especially on the end of that story.
You are in my heart from the Orbetello tournament,
when it was stormy and there was no match played
Flavio Giurato is on his second recording experience when he releases Il Tuffatore and is a perfect unknown to everyone. However, Carlo Massarini notices him, who at that time was presenting Mister Fantasy, a TV program he had created himself and that had become a reference point for every young person who wanted to stay informed about musical news.
And never before has his good intuition been more accurate. The album is really liked. Many shout "masterpiece," and I myself am captivated by the poetic atmospheres that come to find us from the first notes of "Introduzione" Love love, girl, don't go with the singer-songwriters or you'll end up in the songs.
But Giurato wakes us from the enchantment and immediately accelerates the rhythm with "The Water Catcher," sung half in English and half in Italian, where Mel Collins' horns wonderfully insert themselves. We have definitely understood that this is a varied and very inspired album already with the third track "Orbetello," splendidly accompanied by the blind pianist Toto Torquati as well as by Collins’ sax. The atmospheres created by the lyrics are incredibly engaging. The two Orbetello pieces are among the most successful moments of the entire album, starting slowly and then gradually becoming more rhythmic, culminating in a long piano solo. A very brief dreamy piece for solo guitar follows, the only instrumental moment of the album "the half-dream room." But immediately the dramatic sound of the piano rekindles the passion of feelings with "valterchiari," a story of quarrels and difficulties that a couple goes through. And then comes "wedding march"
And if I don't know you and even if it was true that you leave me forever and you really get married
Wedding March is one of the most successful and colorful moments of Il Tuffatore, still the bitterness for the woman who left with someone else, the regrets of such a sad ending, but it doesn't matter, life goes on, perhaps with friends cheerfully singing "the boys' choir"
The disappointments are connected by the railway
and you never saw and loved me...
and you can't tell yourself that you're good and kind.
And after the sad cheerfulness comes "Simone." The love story is no longer there, in its place we find the story of a drugged boy (perhaps Giurato himself?) and reflections on his bitter fate. A truly sublime minute and thirty-seven seconds follow. It is the title track, performed only for guitar and voice with a text of few fantastic words: I wanted to be a diver with the height below the nose and the bulge of the swimsuit I wanted to be a diver who adjusts and prepares himself with uncommon beauty And now I want to be a diver to be reborn every time from water to air.
The sound of an electric guitar begins the poignant "conga school" A rhythmic song that brings to the forefront the everyday reality of things while a choir keeps repeating enough, finish it!
The album concludes with the beautiful "Concert Night," a track with an autobiographical flavor, the life choices of a boy who decides to leave his family to become a musician.
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By AR (Anonima Recensori)
If I may be bold, this is one of the best works of the Italian scene ever.
An album of this kind... has fallen into oblivion to the point that today it is impossible to find it on CD and even less on vinyl.
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The diver prepares, even if the arena is made only of words and music, but the dive is in the heart.
Songs like snippets of life, attached to bones, muscles. Tense, made of flesh and words — and atmospheric, lashing like winds, pouring suddenly.