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Rating: “Neon clouds veil the sky over the city
and fleeting edges of light slice through the alleys of the center.
Shadowed profiles alternate with blinding spaces;
like snapshots, they trace a seemingly random path
but, in reality, the result of a divine design.”
Perhaps this is jazz...
After just thirty years of absence, the "Italian" blue note does not pass the baton and releases this album, which I personally consider one of the best of the year. Nicola Conte draws routes for immobile travelers, and this time he takes us to the distant beaches of Bahia, where a magnificent dancer is said to vibrate in the air without ever touching the ground.
Other Directions is a ticket to unlimited mileage, to timeless places, and the travel companions are of indisputable skill, starting with Fabrizio Bosso but also including Gianluca Petrella and Pietro Lussu. To the notes of "Sea and Sand," Till Bronner opens the dances and the lungs warm the brass. The crescendo is unstoppable. Already with “Nefertiti,” the magnificent dancer risks collapse, yet no sweat appears on his brow. The interventions are clear and precise yet also imperious, as a natural flaw of those who know how to play jazz. A great tribute to Coltrane and Davis; and also a nod to the sound of Llorca and Navarre in the only track of clear nu-dance roots (Kind of Sunshine). Cristina Zavalloni’s voice has the task of sweetly closing this hour of excellent music.
As if in an Amado story, the magnificent dancer dissolves on the last notes of the trumpet (for other directions) and no trace of his passage remains on the sand... meanwhile, in the sky of Bahia, a shining, almost magnificent sun appears!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
05 A Time for Spring (03:55)
I love to sing
about all the colours of spring
When they'll come
dancing on a carpet of dreams
And there you are
soft light breeze
Scent a breeze
And I love to think
about all the poems worth saying
I love to think
about all the flowers and things
Bouquet of buzz
Your eyes will blink
I clearly see
brighter days
Wild embrace.
And I love to think
about all the poems worth saying
I love to think
about all the colours of spring
When they'll come
dancing on a carpet of dreams
And there you are
soft like breeze
Scent a breeze
And I clearly see
the brightest days
when you come to me
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