Mango
Inseguendo l'aquila

I am certain that Debaser is a safe place, where encounters and confrontations are justified by the anxiety each of us has to make the world outside a part of our musical microcosm while at the same time opening it up to new horizons. For the sake of this pact, currently solely established with other writers, I feel it's right to nostalgically confront my own past (childhood) and also show what, for better or worse, has contributed to creating my solid musical present.

Pino Mango, a native of Lucania like my parents (and hence the first connection), accompanied me through my adolescence and until a few years ago, when, sadly and resignedly, I decided to abandon him to his own monotonous fate.

However, despite the tedium that has gripped Mango's music for the past fifteen years, I want to defend "Inseguendo l'aquila" (1988). An album that encompasses the highest expression of a unique and very versatile vocal style as well as a Mediterranean feel to which I nostalgically cling when I want to re-feel (olfactorily speaking) the scent of the sadly bygone years.

In this sense, dedicating lines to the verbatim description of beautiful or very beautiful songs does not serve the purpose of the review. I could dwell on some ("Mia Madre", "Il mare calmissimo") and say that every time I listen to them, inside me, a small world weeps. But... no...

Here, aim doesn't matter; only the target does.

The one pierced by a very distant song inevitably played on the most unlikely local radio.

The one you couldn't care less if the one who shot the arrow hit the mark. They get the 100 points, you have... always less left.

Everyone has an album like this. This happened to be mine. Don't be harsh.