Ghemon
Qualcosa Cambierà Mixtape

Already getting up and thinking "today is such a shitty day." And indeed it is. Now I can even predict the future; but screw that because if I were a seer, I'd have known, but I didn't, I don't know, and I won’t know. Actually, I do know, but knowledge is relative, so it could be that I know nothing. I could get all the verb tenses wrong and who would care. Okay, I need to shake off the last remnants of a monstrously epic hangover (a classic for me by now) that I’m rambling here.

Then they say it's not a country for old men: what the heck, screw the Coen brothers! I mean, have you ever seen Italy? There are zombies running the show (Napolitano we love you, but how much do we love you?), Juve winning, and Inter fans crying. Old stuff.

Yes, yes, it really is a shitty day: oh, the sun came out, but wait a second....ah no, look it's cloudy now....it's raining. No, please not the rain, because then I get melancholic. Sundays should be abolished, except, can you imagine Italians abolishing Sunday now: it would mean making a change, but making a change would involve experiencing something new, and novelty is not a concept present in the vocabulary of those who are old; and this is a country for old men (right Coen brothers?). Long live the Italians, long live the old.

Old music, but the older it gets, the better it sounds (just like wine! No, wine doesn't make sound, but the older it gets, the better it becomes, right?). Many years have passed, but the record is breaking, even more than before. Ghemon was undoubtedly a novelty at the time, given his incredibly original approach to the microphone, his way of writing lyrics (his strong point), and his ability to create excellent rhymes. Tired of living a stable situation, which had become old, he decides to let himself go to feelings and writes on impulse, creating what is perhaps his most impactful work.

Something Will Change encompasses all the fears, paranoias, and doubts of a man, but also great hopes, reflecting consequently what many of us think. The whole thing is cleverly flavored with a sonic backdrop of soul, funk, and a little touch of jazz. Sounds that look at the 90s with great respect (especially that J-Dilla inspired sound), but made more contemporary. A record that will make you reflect and hope again; a record that will envelop you in a warm embrace, when everything and everyone has turned their back on you. 

Really a shitty day and maybe even I, deep down, would like to scream at the top of my lungs "something will change." But maybe it's just an impression and I no longer feel like hoping. I must have tied myself too much to the Italian mindset: old, but gold. Yes, I think I'm a lost cause. The rain pounding on the asphalt and me inevitably thinking of you, those are things that aren't really good; they feel old. Truly a shitty day, but at least music helps make it a bit more bearable. Damn, that thing about music being a palliative too, it's old stuff.