Patty Pravo
Ideogrammi

“The city full of perfumes is filled, come with desire to the crossroads”

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Baccara music hall, Lugo di Romagna, summer 1984...

The step just grazes the snow, a kind of “almost absolute” is in every gesture. The atmosphere is white and unreal. Friends mad with joy...

I think back to the imprints, “The blue suitcase” which was my favorite song as a child, an old Rai footage where you sang “Like a Pierrot”. And even earlier, the advertisement for an ice cream...

I could spend a billion words tied to a billion memories. But in the end, it's all in your surname: Strambelli, meaning odd but beautiful...

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Here's the thing, if I had to think of something that sums up your being as I see it, I would make a mix of three songs...

The dudududu of “Walk on the wild side”, that song about rain by Uncle Burt and then the jaunty eternity of “Here today, gone tomorrow”...

They are not even remotely your best interpretations, but metaphysical subtleties, ethereal portraits that touch you...

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Anyway: body temperature 35, at 37 you see white elephants...

Aries with Libra rising: fire with just a drop of air. But it is that drop that makes the elixir...

Attitude: presence absence and non-thought.

Distinctive features: elusive...

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Is it true that Brel sent you roses? That ravens greet you every morning? That your voice is that of Venetian gondoliers?

Indeed, the voice? When did you realize that you don’t have to interpret at all, but just present? Not that your Piaf/Bardot style of the song of old lovers was so bad, on the contrary. But when goddesses sing, they do so with a thread of voice...

How is it that you say in “Esiste una storia”, track one of “Ideogrammi”?

“Sweet the vice of the absolute/rhythm of a fan/just a sigh/was the distance”

Clearer than that....

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“Ideogrammi is not a record”, it's a miracle...

Albums of this kind in Italy have been made only by Faust’O and Chrisma...

Pop songs for electronics and tribal singing, the fluttering haiku words, “and in the meantime it moves/and in the meantime it is constant/creating dreams on which to then rest”...

The East, China (the record is recorded there) brightness and avant-garde...

A journey on Radio Immaginaria...

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Ah, one last thing...

I would have preferred you became a little old lady with silvery hair...

But you can't have everything...