Murubutu
L'uomo che viaggiava nel vento e altri racconti di brezze e correnti

Do you know that feeling of precariousness, clawed with nails and teeth to the guts, that invades you on the edge of a precipice or on the edge of a very high bridge? The lashing wind on the dry face, the voice that gets lost and you gasp because the words are eaten by the air, forceful and intrusive.
Well, this, exactly this, is the sensation that this album, or rather, this book of sound poems emanates.

The theme that unites each track, at this point, seems quite clear to me. Air, wind, warm and cold currents that play with emotions and life stories, with ancestral fears, slanders, obsessions, illnesses, and death. Death that is almost never absent seems to sew itself excellently with the sharp force of the wind, from "Dafne sa contare" to the more historical "L'armata perduta di Re Cambise", remaining a silent shadow even where it is not mentioned.

Every now and then, this wind changes, becoming sand or support, making blind eyes dance but full of life, warming lost souls, invisible yet existent. It takes away memories almost tearing them, becomes the King of the winds and Icarus of our days.

What else to say, listen to it, indeed, let yourself be carried away by the expert breath of this great Italian Storyteller.