A song that sounds like…

Turn off this stuff is unlistenable.

This was always, more or less, my reaction when I first heard all the artists I love now. Music is not always easy, in fact it almost never is and that is why songs should never be judged at first listening. Music has to go through you, it has to hit your stomach hard, it has to reverberate in your head and sometimes it takes much longer than a coffee to do it.

When I moved to Milan to attend university, I was a small village girl in a city that was too big and hectic, too different from anything I knew and music helped me to calm my sense of loneliness. I had a 256 mega mp3 with 12 songs that for a long, very long time were almost my friends. With time the songs became 24, 100 and then more and I was no longer the lonenly girl who came from Friuli, I was the one who with the songs marked the soundtrack of her life and I felt happy when I listened to Morricone in De Angeli underground. Then there was the time of pain and then the songs helped me to get inside what I felt and possibly feel even worse. Knowing that there was someone out there who, in a different way, had experienced what I felt, helped me to process suffering and exorcise it.

There was a childhood music, which was the one that my parents listened to, a music of youth – cursed boy and girl band – and a music for bullshits. What you do when you have twenty years and then you will never do again. There was music to dance, to love and even to dream a little.

It has been a life in music and has not always been committed, in fact it is far from it. Because there are no right or wrong songs and those who tell you it probably only has limits to overcome. There is only the music that moves you, that remembers and that music is always right. Even if you listen to Enrique Iglesias. Okay, pretend it’s not what I said.