Andrea Mingardi - Datemi Della Musica – FULL ALBUM
Reaching a certain point in the career of a music enthusiast, I believe that listening to Mingardi could be one of the right indulgences for retirement. I mean in anticipation, unfortunately, I don't yet have the 115 years of age agreed upon by the unions with the government to access it. But I digress! Back to the point.
Mingardi, I was saying... Sarcastic about the inevitable misfortunes, like a real man who knows how to move forward instead of whining... there's a lot to learn on a philosophical level. He can make you laugh to the point of tears in certain Bolognese songs. Witty, deep, poetic lyrics when he stops playing around. He sings like a god on the record and, even on stage, he performs at the highest levels. A live talent. Skatch poetry, stunning improvisations. Exceptional musicians always, beautiful music blending rock, soul, and blues. Everything in uppercase.
In the Italian episodes, like this album I'm linking, I don't think it all works perfectly every time. The professor Vecchioni writes that the song is an art form in itself: it’s not poetry, it’s not music: it's a song.
Here in "Datemi della musica," there's EVERYTHING, but it's a bit disjointed. Beautiful lyrics, music, instrumental parts, arrangements, musicians, and his vocal interpretation... but perhaps it doesn't quite come together perfectly, which is why it's not a masterpiece of Italian song. Each of the musical, lyrical, and interpretive elements sometimes seems to stand a bit apart; always at high levels, but without fully blending with the rest. With exceptions, because "Il pagliaccio" and "Solo" flow almost like Dalla. He placed them at the end of the record, I wonder why.
In any case, an album like this would sit well alongside those of Alloisio or other engaged and profound '70s works, also a bit of Lolli, with the flavor of real life and the historical moment, with some edges but in full beauty and with a strong, cheeky ironic component that is not for everyone, rather a rare treasure.
These days I'm traveling across the Po Valley far and wide, at a pace that would be quite exhausting if I hadn't discovered this artist. He nourishes. He makes you think and enjoy. There’s sunshine and night, but even when it’s cold, he provides a soft blanket.
Reaching a certain point in the career of a music enthusiast, I believe that listening to Mingardi could be one of the right indulgences for retirement. I mean in anticipation, unfortunately, I don't yet have the 115 years of age agreed upon by the unions with the government to access it. But I digress! Back to the point.
Mingardi, I was saying... Sarcastic about the inevitable misfortunes, like a real man who knows how to move forward instead of whining... there's a lot to learn on a philosophical level. He can make you laugh to the point of tears in certain Bolognese songs. Witty, deep, poetic lyrics when he stops playing around. He sings like a god on the record and, even on stage, he performs at the highest levels. A live talent. Skatch poetry, stunning improvisations. Exceptional musicians always, beautiful music blending rock, soul, and blues. Everything in uppercase.
In the Italian episodes, like this album I'm linking, I don't think it all works perfectly every time. The professor Vecchioni writes that the song is an art form in itself: it’s not poetry, it’s not music: it's a song.
Here in "Datemi della musica," there's EVERYTHING, but it's a bit disjointed. Beautiful lyrics, music, instrumental parts, arrangements, musicians, and his vocal interpretation... but perhaps it doesn't quite come together perfectly, which is why it's not a masterpiece of Italian song. Each of the musical, lyrical, and interpretive elements sometimes seems to stand a bit apart; always at high levels, but without fully blending with the rest. With exceptions, because "Il pagliaccio" and "Solo" flow almost like Dalla. He placed them at the end of the record, I wonder why.
In any case, an album like this would sit well alongside those of Alloisio or other engaged and profound '70s works, also a bit of Lolli, with the flavor of real life and the historical moment, with some edges but in full beauty and with a strong, cheeky ironic component that is not for everyone, rather a rare treasure.
These days I'm traveling across the Po Valley far and wide, at a pace that would be quite exhausting if I hadn't discovered this artist. He nourishes. He makes you think and enjoy. There’s sunshine and night, but even when it’s cold, he provides a soft blanket.
Fabriguitar
12 apr 24
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