Origins

I do a completely different job since many years, but I have never stopped to play and create musics and songs actually since I was a teenager, for hobby.
Though at the moment the musical experiences I joined have ended, I have never been successful to limit a continuous emerging of music in my days.
Listening to music, a lot, playing music, still a lot, creating music or only caughting a glimpse of.
Above all, not "executed", but mostly improvised. A suggestion, an idea, a feeling, an anger, also a joy, of course, a memory, anything can cause a show in the strange mind space made of sounds, notes, harmonies, rhythms.
But the greater part of the inspiration comes simply, with no particular reason or conscious emotion: an instrumental fragment, one phrase, a refrain, an arrangment, also an entire song.

As the years passed by, material and experience accumulated, and became more and more clear also the theoretical desire, technical corollario of the inspiration, of this production:
starting from rock, my old companion, exceed the musical divisions, first of all the artificial dichotomy classic-modern music.

Is my opinion that music is a single entity, and consists in producing pleasing sounds that open the inner doors of perception of reality, than otherwise would remain closed.
Music must drag the conscience and the sensibility in existentially deep places: it must primarily move the spirit, for which the technicalities and formal typings are only useful tools, not the aim.

The path I followed as an experiment in these years does not use a process of “contamination” in which different styles is stirred or emulated, but it uses a process of “harmonic fertilization” in which the styles evolve one through the others, a process that can remember the movement thesis-antithesis-synthesis if you like, in which the final result (at least in the willings) is not the sum more or less partial of the starting parts but is something new, recognizable in its members but not completely explainable by them.