"Artists are born. And we remain artists, even when the voice is not really a surprise." - M. CALLAS
"Where words end, music begins." - H. HEINE
"We listen to great music and our pains are part of something beyond our comprehension, and so infinitely precious." - J. O'NEILL
"A true musician must submit to his art ... must stand above human miseries ... must find the courage in himself ... only in himself. " - E. SATIE
"The soul of a true artist should get excited in front of all that is great and beautiful, as in the moral order ' physical order. " - A. Marmontel
"Val deserve better than the suffrage of one man's taste, to inspire, means unworthy of art, to the applause of a room full of vulgar spectators." - W. SHAKESPEARE
Music is the largest and great art form. It looks terrible in front of our eyes and not all of them fully captures the true meaning.
The music wakes you up, the music gives you the strength, the music strikes you, depress you, shakes you. The music encourages you, the music gives you energy, the music gives you life. Music is life.
For those who listen only, of course, the art of the music stops ears and heart. But there is something that is born of passion and culture, between love and pain, the soul of him who represents the art.
Some people say that artists are born, not only has to have a wonderful voice. The most important thing is that not all possess what might have: art.
When words come from my heart, appear as witnesses before our eyes, melodic sound to our ears and are shaped by our voice as a "song", that is when the artist performs his "job" or rather, its passion.
Not everyone can, no one artist can improvise, to wake up one morning, throw four sentences, write a few notes and become artist. Unfortunately nowadays, especially in our Italian state, and almost everyone sees it that way. It 's really sad to think that the definition of art be so futilely neglected by younger generations. I feel in between the old and new since '89, and honestly I feel about the old. I am ashamed to be part of a generation in which there is this poor expectations and ideas have been confused by the hundreds of deviant and erroneous information that the media convey to the public or the people themselves, out of laziness and ignorance, is not interested to "adjust "or acculturate about it.
are created in my opinion, two major distinctions of music, that many years ago maybe you were accettabilissime, but in recent years and absolutely unacceptable intrascurabili: rock and pop.
My thought is fortunately shared by many people and I'm not the only one who thinks the same way. Giordano Criscuolo
Thus, a new artist / writer that I had the pleasure of knowing, exposes this distinction problematic
"For the band, the world was divided into rock and pop. The Rock was the absolute truth, pop fiction. The Rock was the old Dogs, pop the victims of their services. The Rock was them with their thoughts, their dress, their music, their lives. The pop fighettini were those snobby bitches and those of the mall with their thoughts rather than their thoughts, their ways of dressing, their music, their lives. The Rock was the 126 or Gianni Dyane Manuel and the Rock were the Gassmann film, De Sica, Tognazzi and Toto, the Rock was pissing in the company, the Rock had broken through the amplifier and the Rock were Baudelaire, Verlaine , Rimbaud, Kurt Cobain, Liverpool, Jim Morrison, Woodstock, 68, past Okkupati, professors revolutionaries. The Rock was a rock vernacular. The pop of a colored gemstone jewelry. "
reading this I had a glimmer of hope someone is able to fully express the real problem that persists to this day, exposing to the public, which seems almost impossible. Surely
books and music are the best means of communication for certain topics, since the media now focus only leave space to advertising programs and trash throughout the day, ignorant and incompetent politicians and more in educational programs or anything interesting. In short, we live in a state where the information is concealed and altered depending on how delighted the large producers and directors, and where there is no freedom of expression or belief that there are all those fools who let themselves be duped by a few words of confidence leaving many misspelled words and incorrect.
Our country is home art, art movements were born here / history, great artists and art forms expressed in a sublime way. Yet now it seems not at all. It seems a country that has recently discovered the music and trying to learn the art without success.
True artists are not what you see on TV day and night to snatch a few interviews and showing off, the real artists do not make so much ridiculous and do not participate in programs trash, the real artists do not act like clowns . Real artists do not want the luxury and comfort, do not hope in a life down and only have happened. Real artists are clever and culture to culture and culture on his shoulders. Real artists do not complain, they want only express themselves freely.
The best way to regain what was lost is a just and sound information and culture to culture among people, among the younger generation who think more and more "stoned" before movies or stupid instead of reading a good book. And I mean good book written masterpieces by artists such as D. Gray, Baudelaire, Verne, Dostoevskji, Nietzsche, etc. etc. Read poets / writers who make life less bitter or lighter, you express true feelings with a few words. Before you know it must learn the art.
must have sources, you must have culture, you use your head and heart, you have to have passion and mostly wishful thinking.
Almost all the singers or groups that you see on TV or they do not even know that such a stir that sing. E 'is unacceptable especially that there are people who like this situation, I think it is because they are so ignorant and uninformed as not to notice.
Ah, good old music .. Gone are the days of The Doors, The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Nirvana and so on .. Some "old rock" still resists corrosion of the new generations in time. And I, and who understands me, we rely on these artists, to "pass" as long as we breath in the throat and narrow streets in the hands, the true art, true music.
conclude by returning the text of Juri Camisasca, also picked up by the maestro Battiato
The music dies
"For years, nothing changes
everything is closed in a sleeping bag
with a finger as many machines as I stopped
those who stop at the borders have endured
I loved the Stones Satisfaction
and Doors come on baby light my fire
listened to Penny Lane for hours
me back the echo of concerts
me returns to the water inside the sleeping bag
around the fires have been extinguished by now
that remains is a pale
... the music dies
Lambro Park, Woodstock, the Isle of White.
strange how many people I met on the street
I turned to Europe from London to Amsterdam ...
on the road again, my generation. "
Revolution! What we need now.
Argaf.
