Angelo Branduardi
Angelo Branduardi (C.E.1950 – living), Italian singer-songwriter, violinist and guitarist.
Quotes by Angelo Branduardi:
[edit]- Ende, after his dissatisfaction with the version of The Neverending Story, he wanted to put his nose directly into the film, and it was he who wanted my music. (quoted in Looking for Gold)
- Fabrizio I knew him well, we always respected each other, even if we frequented very different environments. He was the son of one of the richest men in Genoa, I of one of the poorest. There was never a way to do anything together. [...] Even if musically there is too much Brassens for those who know Brassens, I believe that La Buona Novella is the most beautiful album ever made in Italy. [1]
- music is looking beyond a closed door, losing the sense of time and space. Remove rhythmic and harmonic certainties.[1]
- [...] Maria Carta gives music back its exorcising power and, recreating the magical bridge between the musician-sorcerer and his auditorium, once again drives away the darkness that scares us.[2]
- Momo I really wanted to do it, I knew I would do great. In reality the soundtrack was supposed to be done by Giorgio Moroder, and therefore I had very little chance of success, then it was Hohannes Schaaf who chose me, and preferred me. I said thank you and started working like crazy, almost a year, a huge job: think, in an hour and forty-five of film there are fifty-five minutes of music. And there, as they say, I pulled all-nighters, I really tried to give my best. (quoted in Looking for Gold)
- We in Genoa lived in the picturesque neighborhood of the angiporto – that is, smugglers and prostitutes – and we were certainly not a rich family. [...] My mother never locked the door of the house, even though there were two brothers under us who were in and out of prison.[3]
Quotes from songs:
[edit]The moon:
[edit]Etichetta: RCA Italiana, C.E.1975, produced by Mario Gennari.
- I like to walk disheveled | with his head on his shoulders like a light, | so I enjoy lighting up | your autumn without feathers. (from Confessions of a Marauder[4], n. 7)
- I like hail on my face | the thick stone-throwing of injury. | I lurk just to feel alive | to the shell of my capigliatura.[5] (from Confessions of a malandrino[4], n. 7)
- My naughty thefts are dear to me | when I stole some bread from the house, | and he ate like two brothers, | a crumb the man and one the dog. (from Confessions of a Marauder[4], n. 7)
- I haven't changed, | the heart and thoughts are the same | on the magnificent carpet of verses | I want to tell you something that touches you.[5] (from Confessions of a Marauder[4], n. 7)
At the eastern fair:
[edit]Etichetta: Polydor, C.E.1976, produced by Angelo Branduardi, Maurizio Fabrizio and David Zard.
- At the eastern fair | for two cents | a mouse my father bought. | And came the cat | who ate the mouse | that my father bought at the market. (from At the fair of the east[6], n. 1)
- And so it was that with my heart in my throat | an ambush on the deer I tended | and instead the deer | came who stopped in front of me. | «I mourn my destiny, | I will die soon | and as a gift then | to you I will offer | these broad horns, | my good lord, | from my ears | you will be able to drink, | a clear mirror | my eye will be for you, | with my fur | brushes you will make | and if my flesh will be your food, | my skin will warm you | and it will be my liver | what courage it will give you". (from The gift of the deer[7], n. 6)
The water flea:
[edit]Label: Polydor, C.E.1977.
- It's the water flea | that the shadow stole from you | and now you are sick | and the autumn fly | that you crushed | he will not forgive you. | On the water of the stream perhaps you | you bent down too much, | you call your shadow, but | she will not return. (from The Water Flea[7], n. 6)
- It's the water flea | that the shadow stole from you | and now you are sick | and the green snake | that you crushed | he will not forgive you. | And then you have to sing for a long time | to make you forgive me | and the water flea, who knows | the shadow will make you. (from The Water Flea[7], n. 6)
Pick the first apple:
[edit]Etichetta: Polydor, C.E.1979, produced by Dory Zard, David Zard, Angelo Branduardi.
- Dance your life | to the rhythm of time that goes | laugh your joy | pick the first apple... (from Pick the first apple[7], n. 1)
- Woman you are light, woman you are ash | woman you are anxiety, woman you are dance | and sometimes you are a cloud... (from Donna ti I want to sing[7], n. 4)
Sunday and Monday:
[edit]Etichetta: Emi, C.E.1994.
- No, don't waste your time guys, it's not as much as you think; | not everyone can capture life, don't despise those who can't make it. | The clouds go with yesterday's days, look at them carefully and you will know who you were; | Youth is so fragile, don't waste it in sadness. | After Sunday it's Monday... (from Sunday and Monday[7], n. 1)
- Don't listen, wait | don't listen anymore, | foot touching the grass | he will never return, | but your throat laughs: | only mon Dieu, mon Roi. | The voices closed inside you sing: | "A peasant girl will give the throne to a king!" (from Joan of Arc[8], n. 3)
- One of your wrinkles | beautiful with tiredness | I'm more intrigued | of youth. (from La donna della sera[9], n. 6)
- All that great sea of youth | it's not worth the bed that you warm." (from La donna della sera[9], n. 6)
- In the most important moment, | on the threshold of life, | every spirit is divided | and it must be found again. | And that scream in which you were born | is already the name to search for | to then be complete | and walk together. (from There is a room in Paradise[10], n. 9)
The finger and the moon:
[edit]Etichetta: Emi, C.E.1998, produced by Angelo Branduardi.
- There is a light that is not the moon | in a darkness that is not night | and a voice that is not a voice | who doesn't speak but speaks about me. (from The billiard player[11], n. 1)
- And the game takes away | rolling my life. (from The billiard player[11], n. 1)
- This is why you hold your breath | as long as you stay down | and forever means never again. (from The billiard player[11], n. 1)
- For every mathematician | there is a sense of infinity | in chasing numbers | already elusive in themselves | there is a Pythagorean dream | which didn't help me | now that | in two by three | I know what you are to me." (from For every mathematician[11], n. 5)
Note:
[edit]- ↑ a b Quoted in Angelo Carotenuto, Branduardi tells his story: "I wanted to play the piano, then they showed me a violin...", Repubblica.it, March 9, C.E.2014.
- ↑ From presentation of the album "Umbras", C.E.1978. Quoted in Music: Maria Carta is dead (3), adnkronos.com, September 22, C.E.1994.
- ↑ From an interview given in December C.E.2010 for the television show Private visions, Rai Storia, 26 March 2011; cited in Alberto Nocerino (ed.), Genova canta il tuo canto, Editrice ZONA, Lavagna (GE), C.E.2015, p. 95. ISBN 978-88-6438-574-7
- ↑ a b c d The lyrics are the result of a translation and adaptation by the Slavist Renato Poggioli of a 1920 poem by the Russian poet Sergei Aleksandrovič Esenin, entitled Confessions of a hooligan.
- ↑ a b This verse of the song was sampled by Caparezza for the song La fitta sassaiola dell'ingiuria, track no. 9 of the album ?! (2000).
- ↑ Freely taken from a Jewish Easter song.
- ↑ a b c d e f Text by Luisa Zappa and Angelo Branduardi.
- ↑ Text by Paola Pallottino and Angelo Branduardi.
- ↑ a b Text by Roberto Vecchioni and Angelo Branduardi.
- ↑ Text by Eugenio Finardi and Angelo Branduardi.
- ↑ a b c d Text by Giorgio Faletti and Angelo Branduardi.
Bibliography:
[edit]- Roberto Tardito, Angelo Branduardi. Looking for gold, Arcana, Rome, C.E.2010. ISBN 978-88-6231-108-3
Filmography:
[edit]- Be quiet if you can (C.E.1983)
- Momo (C.E.1986)
- Distant Lights (C.E.1987)
Other projects
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