Le Orme
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Let's cut the superfluous chitchat.

Here we gooo...

Start: “Los Angeles”: Michi sets the tone, and moments later, Tolo kicks in with a few notes that burst in almost like Gilmour, creating a kind of anxious intro, and when everything calms down, here come Aldo's magical vocal cords: " I felt an emptiness insiiiide… I had never seen them befoooore"... guitar arpeggios with Tony weaving and weaving and weaving and then there it is, Tolo's solo explodes and the evocative keyboard notes rise...

The tempo changes, Aldo pulses with the bass and goes crazy in perfect Orme style... the atmosphere is interrupted by Tony who prods us easily then Michi rises and again Tolo, soft and then fierce, fast, fierce, moved, to delight our hearing... stop, now please silence. There, listen, the wind blows, blows the autumn wind, imbued with sand that lays its veil over the city, the desert is its cradle, but I don't know its age; it carries the memory of ancient pioneers driven by a dream of freedom, it dispersed their songs, guided them to the sea, to a new reality... What are these sensations, how does Tony cradle us so gently, and then Aldo, it's an alchemy of caresses, and the wind passes and goes...

Then there's the rush, it's almost six, now or never, and it's Michi and Tolo escaping, then a screech, the crash, the sirens... and the awakening in a wheat field somewhere in Nevada with alien visions and Floydian lasers to confuse our reason... it's the most meditative moment of the record, but no matter how much one tries, they come out confused and dazed, and Tony's notes are drops of dew that dampen our skin exposed to the air... and the stellar Tolo arrives to condense them, shivers, and reflections that the night takes away, but now it's Aldo's awakening moment, and his first steps under the new rising sun, but something blocks him: “Hello, old evening from a rightful sunset! Hello, new day with somewhat uncertain steps..”

After mustering courage, the usual sweetness returns: “You'd like to follow my distant journey, but you prefer the refuge of dreams, your mind runs, receives my steps, for me it's still today, for you it's already tomorrow... your imagination is a vast expanse...”; we imagine being suspended in the air with our shadow barely brushing the times and places we are flying over, then we return to reality, a love story made impossible by the age difference, its harshness lies entirely in Tolo’s guitar blades, but love unites us and we will never leave, even if these city loves appear as utopias, they can be realized by the willpower inherent in each of us. But there's another love, nobler, the love for music, a little man playing the small piano bringing happiness, trying to reveal whether it's dream or reality, a gentle, cheerful, and free interlude, much reminiscent of Emilio's play, and the doubtful mist becomes a certainty...

The journey ends in a canyon, Arizona or Colorado, you decide, Tolo is more southern than ever, Tony is chivalrous, Michi shakes us and Aldo on his own would like to continue the journey... but that's another story :)