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During my conversations with Albert Hera, the phrase "photographs of the songs" was curiously released.
To the beginning I myself stopped to think about what could be the content of a possible column with this title.
Then everything seemed clear to me: the song is the photography par excellence of our emotions, our memories, our dreams and desires. An emotional snapshot that regenerates at all listening and execution.
I refer particularly to the song because with it in addition to music, alone universal communication channel, there is also the word and voice of the interpreter. Three elements and creative acts that combine different dimensions and emotional experiences, in a single product (to use a commercial term) which is nothing more than a picture of which each of us meets again in the past, in the present and, sometimes why not, in the future. Among the verses of a song we often find the words we wanted to say and that we have not had the courage to say, or the precise description of something we have experienced.
The text often exposes situations so close to us that we are doubtful to have told us to the author ourselves. Photographs of a moment or a lived feeling, the songs also become a way to understand the habits, uses and customs of society in a certain period and place. Topic on which I will return later.
However, whether to describe a lived moment or a love by framing it between the metric rules and the melody presupposes technique and sensitivity, describing emotions and music itself, can truly be a company. Absolutely abstract and impalpable, aerial and imperceptible in its essence, the music is deeply concrete and tangible in its effects.
How do you speak and describe music thanks to the songs?
In songs, it is frequently referred to it as a source of pleasure and well -being, as a means of looking at yourself or as an element of comparison to which everything tends.
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If we scroll the text of the song "Musica è" by Eros Ramazzotti it is clear that everything can become music,
The light that is reborn, the world around us, the regular dance of the breaths of a woman, the voices of the road where you were born, the cry of a mother, the dusty children of the children, the friend who speaks to you
They are all split into life imprinted in the mind as clear and well -defined images within which music is placed as a supreme element of comparison to aspirate and inspire. At the same time, music relies on the possibility of changing things. Elisa says so
I wrote on the notebook I will make the world dream with music
And again Brunori Sas
Songs that save your life, who make you say “No, fuck, it's not over yet! That give you the strength to start again, who keep you standing when you feel collapsed ", the songs are like a miracle that" remind you who you are.
Music permeates our existence and contributes to giving it a sense, diluting or reducing the expectations, restoring who you are or on the contrary, as Marco Masini writes in "A little Chopin"
The music is like this, it takes you away with you "," it is a scream between the stars and the infinite ", solitude and sharing.
Scrolling through the texts in which the word "music" appears it is easy to see its cathartic value, its ability to bring man to be something else, to detach himself from reality and then rediscover it, returning that beauty often clouded by doing and acting . Music makes thought pure and free man from suffering, from fears, from that solitude that often generated it.
Music is transformed by reason of life and becomes a reason for life itself.
Andrea Mingardi tells us in "is music":
I could be a lawyer, the worker and the employee, I could be a journalist, the hairdresser and the stylist, make up the machines and be a mechanic, perhaps to become plumber, but it is the music that makes me die, it is the music that It makes me dream, it is the music that makes me sing, who saves me when I can't say love.
And again the famous song "I live for her" in which music is entrusted with the feeling of feeling alive, of feeling "vibrating the soul" to the point of removing death. Music repays from any sacrifice.
Those who work or aspire to do it, know very well what I am referring to, it is not easy to live in music, but it is easy to live for music. A flame always on that never becomes a weight, a firm point that "distrust" you, questioned you to make you find your balance.
Music is a door always open to enter and get out of the world of things to that of the soul, it takes shape between the noise of the silence of thoughts, it acquires sense when it emerges between your fingers and lips.
In addition to time and space, with its universal language, it also makes those fragments of life that the mind itself tends to forget also clear and indelible. Music and songs allow you to entrust our stories to others, making eternal what is fatal.
