I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
trav’ling through this world of woe.
there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go.
I’m going there to meet my father
I’m going there no more to roam;
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o’er me
I know my pathway’s rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

On Air: Charlie Haden Wayfaring Stranger (The art of the song)

Me la godo per qualche ora, il senso di liberta’, l’adrenalina che circola di un concerto bellissimo, suonare cosi’ liberi e sentire la gente e’ un dono, sono pieno delle sensazioni positive che la musica che usciva dalle mia dita inspiegabilmente sprigionava. Io incredulo mi lasciavo attraversare, e’ tutto presente, e’ tutto in un limbo, pronto ad uscire, quando apriamo le porte dell’anima. Il senso di pensiero ed azione che rispondono a causa ed effetto, non sentire il proprio corpo come un limite, anzi non sentirlo piu’, essere persi nell’iperspazio, occhi chiusi e dolore profondo che si libera ruggisce ed esplode nei ritardi di quelle note, nelle melodie che si costruiscono in maniera imprevista, nell alchimie di intesa, nel suono di una serata come ne capitano 1 ogni 5 anni… forse. Mi ritengo fortunato nella mia vita di aver suonato almeno una volta in questo modo, con liberta’ dimenticandomi me stesso, ma essendo posseduto completamente in ogni atomo dalla dea della musica. Se esiste una forma di amore e’ quella che provo per i musicisti che hanno condiviso con me questa migrazione extracorporea e per quelle bellissime anime che sentivo in mezzo al pubblico. Mi sento felice di aver provato questa cosa e mi sento finalmente vivo, forse il tempo sta facendo il suo dovere.

On Air: Chick Corea, Steve Gadd, Bob Berg , Eddie Gomez Live Monaco 1992 Sicily

Meu Catavento tem dentro o que há do lado de fora do teu Girassol…

Armonie cicliche, chiuse ed introverse a tratti, aperte ed estrosoverse in altri, un capolavoro di sinergia, melodia, armonia ,liriche.

On Air: Fabio Catavento e Girassol (Guinga/Aldair Blanc)

“ Amare è soffrire. Se non si vuol soffrire non si deve amare. Però allora si soffre di non amare, pertanto amare è soffrire, non amare è soffrire e soffrire è soffrire. Essere felici è amare, allora essere felici è soffrire, ma soffrire ci rende infelici, pertanto per essere infelici si deve amare o amare e soffrire o soffrire per troppa felicità… io spero che TU stia prendendo appunti… ” – Amore e Guerra – Woody Allen

You don’t know what love is
Until you’ve learned the meaning of the blues
Until you’ve loved a love you’ve had to lose
You don’t know what love is

You don’t know how lips hurt
Until you’ve kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you’ve flipped your heart and you have lost
You don’t know what love is

Do you know how a lost heart feels
The thought of reminiscing
And how lips that taste of tears
Lose their taste for kissing

You don’t know how hearts burn
For love that can not live yet never dies
Until you’ve faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
You don’t know what love is

You don’t know how hearts burn
For love that can not live yet never dies
Until you’ve faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
You don’t know what love is…..what love is….

*Ableton Live 7 Massive, Pianoteq3.5, Firepod Presonus, MacBook Pro, Trumpet

On Air: Fabio & Giovanni You don’t know what love is 2 Gennaio 2010

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

On Air: Richie Beirach Adagio from Piano Concert KV488 Mozart in A minor

It’s a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling “No”
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks
through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she’s hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she’s lived it
ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It’s on Amerika’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse
has grown up a cow
Now the workers
have struck for fame
‘Cause Lennon’s on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause I wrote it
ten times or more
It’s about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
(David Bowie)

(Reason Piano + Akoustic Piano Ableton Live on MAC)

On Air: Quoyle Life on Mars

My Wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow’r that grows,
You may search ev’rywhere,
But none can compare
With My Wild Irish Rose.
My Wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow’r that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from My Wild Irish Rose.
(Traditional Irish Song)

(Pianoteq 3.5 Erald Player on MacBook Pro)

On Air: Quoyle My Wild Irish Rose

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the pipes , the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side