YOU LEFT ME DEALING WITH YOUR GHOSTS
IIIHIII 08/2018
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I think that you would have appreciated the black humor of the fact that your mortal remains are buried in a graveyard which is only 200 meters away from the trusted recording studio I always book for some crucial sound engineering and for mastering my COLONY albums. I can't help thinking about this weird sh*t every time I have to go there to finalize some new music: at the crossroad I can drive my car to the left and go to the studio, or turn to the right and go straight to the graveyard. It's a situation so absurd it could be easily dumped in a bad Cohen Brothers' movie, where I would be trapped in a lame Steve Buscemish version of myself. Especially if it is winter. Ha. I know you would have laughed at this movie.
This album is dedicated to you, dear MG. Thank you for having listened to my music throughout the years, but above all thank you for all the friendship, the energy and the genuine laughter you always gave me.
By the way, the Cohen Brothers don't usually do bad movies.
Sometimes rage is unstoppable, unbearable. Like a big, inner implosion triggered by some awkward words or some sudden, uncontrolled memory. A lot of energy bursts out and then goes simply nowhere. And this process leaves you a little more empty and powerless each time. This is one of the main reasons I'm still making music after thirty years. It's part of a self-healing process. It goes like this: you take some of your baddest demons from your private underworld, you smash them between the notes of the pentagram until they stop screaming or simply breaking your balls. Repeat the whole process when needed and that's it. As far as my experience is concerned, I can tell you that most people really don't understand this basic and pretty narcissistic method, but I guess that some of you out there know perfectly what I'm talking about.
Nevertheless, as time goes by, one has to get over it. Or make some room for something else. It's the old but always appropriate "Life goes on etc." story, plain and simple. One day you emerge from this engulfed dream and discover that the rage is gone and that's all. Phew. Or you never wake up and you live all your life with it.
(This is the fourth time I try to write some lines for this album. I won't go back and start again once more. So forgive me if I go full trainwreck-style).
I gave all that I can give in the making of YOU LEFT ME DEALING WITH YOUR GHOSTS. I cannot say if it was enough to pull off a good work, but I worked my *ss off as if there were no tomorrow - just like I used to for the other albums, actually - but this time was a bit different. It was really difficult to put all the things together, if you know what I mean. Something like trying to land with a parachute on a raft that is continuously moving on stormy waters. Something like "Sorry my chap, but the alarm did not function this morning and you will be late for work". Something like knowing precisely that you're not a bad person - yeah, anyone can friendly reassure you about this - but you are guilty anyway. But I really like the result. I am somewhat satisfied. I know that this strange, positive feeling will last for a pair of months only, but I hope that you - my beloved listeners and followers around this blue spot we call Earth - will like this album even if it's more beat-driven than usual and that it will stay for much longer in your headphones, leaving you wanting for more.
Friendship is a little, stubborn thing that refuse to surrender.
Even more so now that you are no longer here.
"A question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. In other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limits of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence" (Milan Kundera - The Unbearable Lightness of Being, 1984).
Always be elusive.
This album is dedicated to you, dear MG. Thank you for having listened to my music throughout the years, but above all thank you for all the friendship, the energy and the genuine laughter you always gave me.
By the way, the Cohen Brothers don't usually do bad movies.
Sometimes rage is unstoppable, unbearable. Like a big, inner implosion triggered by some awkward words or some sudden, uncontrolled memory. A lot of energy bursts out and then goes simply nowhere. And this process leaves you a little more empty and powerless each time. This is one of the main reasons I'm still making music after thirty years. It's part of a self-healing process. It goes like this: you take some of your baddest demons from your private underworld, you smash them between the notes of the pentagram until they stop screaming or simply breaking your balls. Repeat the whole process when needed and that's it. As far as my experience is concerned, I can tell you that most people really don't understand this basic and pretty narcissistic method, but I guess that some of you out there know perfectly what I'm talking about.
Nevertheless, as time goes by, one has to get over it. Or make some room for something else. It's the old but always appropriate "Life goes on etc." story, plain and simple. One day you emerge from this engulfed dream and discover that the rage is gone and that's all. Phew. Or you never wake up and you live all your life with it.
(This is the fourth time I try to write some lines for this album. I won't go back and start again once more. So forgive me if I go full trainwreck-style).
I gave all that I can give in the making of YOU LEFT ME DEALING WITH YOUR GHOSTS. I cannot say if it was enough to pull off a good work, but I worked my *ss off as if there were no tomorrow - just like I used to for the other albums, actually - but this time was a bit different. It was really difficult to put all the things together, if you know what I mean. Something like trying to land with a parachute on a raft that is continuously moving on stormy waters. Something like "Sorry my chap, but the alarm did not function this morning and you will be late for work". Something like knowing precisely that you're not a bad person - yeah, anyone can friendly reassure you about this - but you are guilty anyway. But I really like the result. I am somewhat satisfied. I know that this strange, positive feeling will last for a pair of months only, but I hope that you - my beloved listeners and followers around this blue spot we call Earth - will like this album even if it's more beat-driven than usual and that it will stay for much longer in your headphones, leaving you wanting for more.
Friendship is a little, stubborn thing that refuse to surrender.
Even more so now that you are no longer here.
"A question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. In other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limits of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence" (Milan Kundera - The Unbearable Lightness of Being, 1984).
Always be elusive.
S.
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