Showing posts with label Dorotea Pace. Show all posts
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Thursday, 22 January 2015

More December Sketches

Playing with colour for new artworks, random sketching, random writing out of my mind and memories… Or not so random perhaps…

Here some other sketches from my current carnet, they all from December.

The first three are from a very cool musical gig at ACU, on the 12th. The definition from the website of the artist, from Poland, does fit:

Bajzel [meaning: mess] is the purest definition of "one man show" and "one man band". He is a band. He is a musical chameleon tap dancing on pedals, live-looping guitar, bass and beats into virtuosic alternative art-rock exhilaration.






The followings are stolen from a very warm and free party in Den Haag (The Hague) at my sweet friend Dorotea's new place.

Dorotea taking a picture
Dorotea, Johannes, Marilù, Stefano (who incredibly resembles a schoolmate I had in my art academy and who now lives in Australia (oh ciao Peter!))

Dimitris


On my way to portrait Dorotea, for some reasons something very challenging to me: I gotta do it with colours, she's too shining to add a black unreal outline to her skin…

Random, from my fantasy

Lovely Lynn

Random strip coming back home on the train…
And again…
And then a portrait made during a video call with my dear friend John, Gianvito, or however you want to call him. I'm very glad of this one. He said "Eta, by now you see everything in your way, did you realize that?"
He's usually very right about me. :)


There is also a digital variation of the colours…



Enough for now.
Much to do, here – I want to keep updated my post by showing some glimpses of what's going on around my nails, but not much time to tell and write. Soon I'll scan also my sketches from the Cremonapalloza Rock Fest, the X edition!

Little Eta's musical gift if you made it till the end of the post: check out this band, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, related to Jefferson Airplane.
Stay positive, folks. Even this January. Especially this January.


"You must do beautiful dreams, Grandma!"


Eta




#EmilioResisti!
[E se siete in Italia e per caso leggete il mio post, considerate di unirvi al corteo nazionale, sabato! O di crearne uno nella vostra città, ci sono vari presidi contemporanei già in altri luoghi. Mai come ora vorrei essere in Italia. Mando tonnellate di sostegno virtuale. Trasformiamo le lacrime in nuova energia.]

Saturday, 15 March 2014

{Odes to the light} ::: Photographs from A White Summer, plus three things connected to it




I'm finally finding my time to talk some more about A White Summer, the performance I and Natalja Heybroek made in Amsterdam, at the Vondelpark, the past June. But don't worry, while I rumble you can enjoy some of the photographs taken by Marilù Pace and edited by Dorotea Pace. More of the pictures are also on the Natalja's Facebook page and on my Behance.







Me, Natalja and Marilù, during the preparation


First thing
THE MUSIC

If you watched the video of the performance, you, who knows, may had doubts and wonders, but I bet you were feeling a perfectly harmonic match with the music, didn't you? Yes, I know.

Well, there is a story to tell.



The night after the performance, I opened my editing software with all the video footage.
About the audio, I and Natalja didn't have straight plans, we improvised most of the performance, but the idea was to use the original audio from the park and to maybe add a bit of music, but keeping it more like a documentary than like a music video. Something like that. And we didn't know which music to use, although I pictured before that Heidi Harris' atmosphere could easily fit ours. And I knew Heidi were happy with that, she told me many times when we were working at her music video Animal Insect that I had to feel free about her music. But nothing was sure and even still had to let her know about I was doing.
Anyway, that night I was feeling inspired to edit, so I started to browse Heidi's songs, looking for the right one. I started to select some tracks and I sent her an e-mail to have the original files, because I had only some on my computer. In those hours, though, Heidi wasn't online and I was too inspired to wait. Furthermore, I already had the one that I was probably liking better, Carved In.
So I tried to put that song in the timeline of the software. First I putted the whole track there with a whole uncut videoclip, just as starting point, thinking to move them soon – as often one does when edits video without a storyboard. Let's see how the audio and video tracks go together. So, random, I played the timeline as it was. And how was it? Man. How was it.


(When I noticed the framed portrait in the Helena Sanders' atelier where we got ready, I think I screamed for joy.
If you also recognise that asshole, you win a kiss-thought.)

That's how it was: already totally synchronised. Yep.
When Heidi watched it, afterwards, she said that it looks like the video is made for the song – or vice versa.
Thing is: of course there are cuts that we decided to put to show many moments of our long performance, since the beginning till the end in a few minutes, but that first clip looked like it was already cut on the audio track.
That fuckin' inspired night, when I watched all that harmony shaped chaos, I was sincerely shocked and moved, I couldn't really believe my eyes.
I would you to understand at least the strongest instants (apart of all the sweet shades which lovely create this match)…
On the bridge, at 03:01 a growing far sound reaches us and the song has a sudden and charming turning point into an experimental parenthesis without refrains or anything which you can predict. If you opened the previous link, you see how the camera follows those strings because it's following that dog, who suddenly left. And then the camera turns again on me: each its movement, the zoom, each movement of my neck and of my gaze, are just perfectly reacting to the music. I swear: when this happened on my monitor without any editing, I had goosebumps, maybe I cried. I had this huge sensation all that was designed. But not by us, not by anyone of us.
At that point, of course I let the video go, to see what was next.
Please, I want to make it clear: I know you now see some cuts: again, that's because we had much more footage and much more performance to show, so we added further parts on this main clip I'm telling played so specially. But we didn't move it, we just putted other moments "on" it in the timeline, so what was on a certain timing before by itself, from that clip, still it's there. With just some extra glimpses from other moments (which also fit it marvellously, I must say). If you are a little confident with editing software or the concept of the layers, this is very easy to understand.
From 04:13 I shake Natalja's knees and from the song a sort of waterfall just dresses the scene.
Everything is happening in those minutes looks synchronised by magic to me.
How at 05:05 the Heidi's voice finally comes back like by the awakening after a trance and the camera looks disorientated as well.
She says "and you can go". While the camera goes, clearly hold by someone (who is Dorotea, Dorotea, thank you, Dorotea…). You can go, and the that someone responses…
At 05:37.
At 05:37.
Well, this is the only moment Natalja and I moved a little further, editing during the following weeks, but in the beginning… in the beginning I was hugging the tree exactly when Heidi sings "my friend". Still the two things coincide, she sings that when we hug the tree.
When this "happened" that my first editing night, I was liking very much this sweet idea that this way looked like the friend from Heidi's voice was that tree. But that's just because we are damned tree huggers, of course.
I didn't know there was much more, pretty hot to handle…
We discovered it only when, the following day, Heidi watched the preview that I sent her and goosebumps and tears went on her skin too…
This is something very personal from Heidi's life, so, please, read it with all your kindness.

This song, Carved In, is dedicated to a Heidi's friend. A friend who she lost – that's what she felt.
All the album Cut the Line is about a loss and I knew this before by Heidi, working on its artwork, but I didn't know anything about this loss. No clue about which kind of loss this was. Never asked.
But when I sent the video preview to Heidi, she had to tell me this story, about the friend she lost.
When she was watching this totally unexpected performance from us, she was very impressed already because of how the Friendship idea shines so much, in this video. That's no surprise, I and and Natalja have a wonderful connection, but it's funny because the friendship itself wasn't among the concepts we wanted to explore; we wanted more to explore the freedom, the nature. But, yeah, what we have done was possible because we were playing within the kingdom of the love, of the friendship. And that's what was first powerful to Heidi's eyes: a friendship of two women, on her song about a friendship of two women.
And this could be enough. Instead it is not all.
That friend, that friend she called while we hug the tree, that friend, during their break point, that friend had a tree as avatar.
Trees were already symbolising that specific friend, to Heidi.


A while after our performance, after years, Heidi told me that she found that friend again.




(You know, sometimes you can go through very hard troubles even with your loved ones. Remember all you have to do is to communicate, to share…)





Second thing
THE BODIES


…We are free, we don't care, we are open minded, we are true, we may walk totally naked among strangers. That's more or less how we felt.
When we watched the video footage, though, both of us were somehow ashamed. How much skin! Bums! Bums! Bums!
The first time I watched I was alone and I have to admit I got a very extreme reaction of pain: pain watching my body and, frame by frame, noticing imperfections, maybe those dear feminine shadows somewhere. Yay. I was understanding that it was stupid and I was twice ashamed of myself because I should not have such a mentality, but so it was. I remember some moments feeling all my blood coming to my face and feeling liquid eyes because of how strong was the shame and the pain, the doubt about what I had done, going around that way – plus that ironic awareness of having all these thought on a video which should instead be a hymn to the freedom.
I was feeling like an inappropriate sack of potatoes. And contemplating how Natalja is lucky instead, with a body that allows her to do no matters what, always being so greatly elegant.
So, while editing that night, I left more shots with her perfect shapes and I cut some which didn't make me feel comfortable at all.



Then the video was in Natalja's hands, she kept editing it as well on her own.
When I went to her place to see together her changes, she told me she putted some more shots with my body instead of hers, because she was a little ashamed of her that nudity around.
How ironic is this?
So I told her my feelings and we had to laugh loud as we know how to do. And she also blamed me a bit, because, of course, my feelings were way far from the concepts we celebrated ourselves.



I'm very happy I went through this little experience, because I could actually realise better and better where this society brings and improve my awareness, therefore now I'm telling this with much lightness and smiles – and it's pretty cool, thinking to those stupid hours of fears: fear of being judged, for sure, fear of not being liked. I know it's ridiculous, that's why I'm telling it.
I'm lucky, in the end, and I have my ways to love my body as it is, thanks to myself, plus thanks to who loves me, but I know many women (and men) keep missing their beauty: that's horrible.
If you don't like yourself, please, do try to get rid of all the layers of bullshits collected in our minds.
Maybe you're beautiful and you don't know it.
And, by the way, the point is this that, ok, I really believe light and love can make beautiful everyone, but still someone is, well, way less beautiful than others, probably… Right? Well, if this is true, the point is that we should not be ashamed of our bodies, anyway. FUCK!
How much this society is fucked up. How much. Even in all these stupid fuckin' details. How much.
But, please, keep fighting and hoping and loving.
We can change it.
Things are changing.
Really.









…And here the third thing is, finally. The third thing is definitely the most important.




Third thing
THE PUPPIES!!!
(Do you remember the dog?)


These little too-cute too-tender too-soft white thingies run towards us crossing a meadow fast as hell as soon as they saw us; like a call, like they were just looking for us, like they saw their far beloved twins, the two white thingies reached the other two biggest two white thingies, when our performance was just done and we were laughing the emotions away. It was really too funny, the jumped on us like brothers and sisters, like they recognised us.


Furthermore, after some months, I noticed a curious detail in a picture of the moments before our preparation…




Question is: …is that dog behind one of the puppies?




(Oh, what an interesting question!!! Isn't it?)










Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Tell Me We Can Make It ,;, (a prayer to myself)

"Si adagia, distratto e colpevole, il peso inerte delle
occasioni già venute […]"
Federico Fronterrè*





So I said, fake it till you make it.
"Your body language shapes who you are", Amy Cuddy on TED

I got this special power of wasting my opportunities and the skill of stumbling way too much on the way. So I had to stare at myself for a while, telling straight to myself that now is different and, c'mon, we can make it.


I wanted to update more my blog with all my new stuff, but this period I have been working a bunch. I hope to find the time to share more soon.


(And if by any chance some of you, likely among the Italian readers, are finding some influences of Gipi in this my self portrait, well, that's the consequence of yesterday night, finally reading his last graphic novel, unastoria. His art totally changed my artistic path when I was about 17; now I feel different calls and my inspiration has other ways; still, going through his work impresses my attitude and my moods. Of course.)



* Misterismo ritrovato rileggendo la mia tesi, Altrove, roba che capita quando mi suona il postino con il regalo di compleanno che mi ha mandato mia mamma e scoppio a piangere come se fossero morti tutti e mi faccio di nuovo piovere addosso Il cantico dei drogati di De André che è il brano più drammatico che un figlio o una madre possano ascoltare, ma voglio finire ascoltando Altrove (quello di Morgan) e decidere di perdermi di nuovo -- ma per bene.

Sfogare fino in fondo rapida, op op op, e non perdere tempo, op op op!
Op op op!
Facciamoci un caffè.
Su, eh! Dai. DAI!
'Caputtana…
Tutta questa emotività è proprio necessaria? Una fettina di meno? Eh, mi sa che a gentaccia tipo, che ne so, me e Calzino, o quell'altra sciagurata di Dorotea, ce tocca. Maledette fimmene.

Monday, 13 January 2014

“Abbi cura di te.”



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a una sognante sedicenne

and

to all the people who connected with me during this powerful first half of the first month of this year.

















Saturday, 26 October 2013

A White Summer






So. Here we are. Me and my thoughtmate Natalja Heybroek.

There is a story I desire to tell about this performance.

But now I feel it's time to only kindly watering you with our Whiteness without whispering anything else (here where Natalja does it her way).



Please, open your lungs and come in.










Thanks again to Marilù and Dorotea Pace, for the upcoming photographs and the shots.

Thanks to Helena Sanders, for giving us her lovely atelier as our base.

Thanks to Heidi Harris, for her song Carved In.

Thanks to Carved In itself.




Thanks to life, for letting me create with these beautiful people.



Come again, if you like to peek some magic more.



Love,
Eleonora

Friday, 25 October 2013

Mediterranean Migrant Sisterhoods


Dorotea and Marilù Pace
while talking about life changes and hopes
23rd of June, Amsterdam




Simple like that, I wish you just the king of the wishes.
I wish you your dreams come true.



Marilù



(E buona Londra, mie care)

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

[[[ Special Anniversary! ]]] Jente Seria /// Your Daily Vision

The 9th of October 2013:
 • nine years ago I kissed my first boyfriend (hey, that's a holy memory I share, respect!),
 • forty-three years ago a lady who helped me a lot was born (happy birthday, Polly Jane)

and

 • already FIVE YEARS ago this my sweet friend, my blog Eta dorme sui pesci volanti, started its run.

Thank you my little blog…
and thank you everybody who likes it :)

(I specially thank who asked me to keep it when I was gonna delete it, during some old crisis… (Ciao Do, ciao Jul, ciao Calzi'! E va be', ciao pure alla nanerottola, ciao Rib. Ciao Chockie. Ciao Testadiclaudio, ho scritto il pos pensando di annuire tutto il tempo, vinco qualcosa? Ciao Antonio, come va? Scusa se non ti ho chiamato quando sono scesa, comunque è stato bello beccarti per caso in Piazza XXIV Maggio; so che non leggi mai il mio blog perché sei un pezzo di merda, però è bello insultarti alle tue spalle, magari un giorno leggerai. Sì, ciao Chockie, ciao. Ciao. Stai buono, vai di là. Ah, non sei qua? Ah già, io sono a Utrecht, tu sei a Cremona. Probabilmente ora starai andando sotto al letto e lasciando un sacco di peli ovunque. Cane scemo. Ciao anche a Sonica, che ogni tanto passa di qua. Ciao anche alla panettiera vicino casa mia qui a Utrecht, anche se non aveva accettato il ruolo che speravo facesse per il mio video per Heidi (hi, Heidi!). Ciao Masha, пока! Ciao anche al mio primo fidanzatino delle elementari che quando entrava in classe, la mattina, prima di lezione, prendeva sempre la rincorsa e andava a dare una testata al muro – e credo di averlo amato soprattutto per questo. E ciao Fede, che anche il tuo blog ha fatto gli anni di recente! Ciao Chockie, ciao, sì, ciao, vai di là.)


Ok, the romantic break between me, this blog, the flying fish and anyone there behind the monitor (historical readers (ciao Abi) or just a random visitors) now is finished: time for celebrate everything with a very very nice, stupid, weird, idiot, ugly, awkward and holy traditional stuff:
our new air album!!!

If you don't know what I'm talking about, shame on you, brother.
Of course I mean the great spectacular project JENTE SERIA, which you can browse by its tag on my blog: we went through hip hop, heavy metal, dream pop, psych folk, disco punk, Italian indie rock, dark wave and an unknown bootleg…

Cheers, this is our third year of activity (after our longest break, finally our fans will be happy again, get ready to the huge hype I can already feel around, our last album sex 'n' confusion has been released more then one year ago, the 5th of October, but now your waiting is over, folks!).
And cheers again, ladies and gentlmen, this is our tenth album!!!

Now that hopefully you're updated about the best air music collection on the planet, please enjoy our new air cover, Your Daily Vision, our unique and unexpected saucerful of psy trance:





Long live to Jente Seria!
Long live to my sweet psychedelic blog!
Long live to Mr. Chockie!
Long live to the silliness!!


PS: Fully respecting the Jente Seria tradition, which started as outlet during our Academic exams and loved to waste this way our time instead of studying, also now, actually, I'm really overloaded of things to do: and here we go, that's Jente Seria's spirit. There is nothing I can do. Love it.

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Un gonzo report solo per McA


Regola numero uno del dover passare una notte a zonzo da sola:
non dare l’idea di essere una che deve passare una notte a zonzo da sola.


Regola numero due:
infilarsi gli occhialini narrativi e, tornata a casa, scrivere un gonzo report per McA.


Poi capita che a McA piaccia un bel po' e mi proponga di condividerlo di più; se volete leggere anche voi dove sono finita lunedì notte, dopo aver dato un bacino di saluto a Dorotea, andate su Cremonapalloza.




Rock'n'roll! Cremonapalloza! Narrazione! Esclamitività! Maletismo!

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Heidi Harris – Animal Insect /// THE MUSIC VIDEO



quando ti chiedono cos'hai fatto, non dire che hai fatto un video. perché sarebbe come se a uno scalatore chiedessero: "cos'hai fatto?"
e lui rispondesse "ho fatto un buco e ho spinto la bandiera più in giù che potevo".



when they ask you what did you make, don't say you made a video. because it would be as if a climber were asked: "what did you make?" and he answered "I made a hole and I pushed the flag down as deep as I could".

*



Working on this project, I often smiled thinking about how it was sweet that a song from the other side of the Ocean was making me discover so much more Utrecht, the town where I moved around one year ago and that I'm loving so intensely each istant.



Two nights ago, when Animal Insect was already going online, I was a bit contemplating on the Internet the place in which the inspiration found Heidi Harris when she wrote Animal Insect: Brooklyn. She lived on its roofs till some weeks ago (now she's in another zone of New York City). I already knew that first New York was New Amsterdam, well, this something commonly pretty known, as the Dutch people was among who started the city of the current New York, but I found out only that night that the etymology of Brooklyn is "Breukelen". I guess that for a lot of you "Breukelen" doesn't mean anything, but Breukelen is a small place right in the province of Utrecht.


So one day I'll go in Breukelen with the fish made of shells that found me some weeks ago in my favourite magic antiek, De Oude Pijpenlade. And with some white yarn. It could be useful.


Meanwhile, I'm glad to finally let run around our creature…







••••



Animal Insect is part of the new album by Heidi Harris, Cut the Line, available here.

Our deep collaboration has a lot to do also with the vinyl, for which I have the honour of seeing my artworks going around on such a lovely musical object.






••••



I would to thank once again here each energy that brought us here.


Thanks to Erica Lanzoni, that shared with me some of her visions, months ago.

Thanks to Vere Van de Meerendonk, for all the unbelievable intensity with which went into this idea, since the first time that I mentioned it to her. 

Thanks to Jul Jackalope, the custodian that guides my consciousness between all the different levels of reality.

Thanks to Dorotea Pace, that importantly fed the story and sweetly, patiently listened my brainstorming, even if it went like a psychiatrical examination («Doctor, doctor, I saw a strange creature and some yards and and and [endless mysterious vague gesticulate] and and I don't know maybe something else but I swear I see something more just over there keep letting me talk perhaps I'm gonna have I'm gonna have it I'm gonna see it wait wait wait Doctor here we go it's coming it's coming it's coming, Doctor Dò, I really some maybe mumble tomorrow a day and an eye and uh, a "rocket", did you say?»).

Thanks to Cornelis Plet, for the object number 890431, that I payed with the sticker of a Unicorn.

Thanks to my chabbiCarolina Farina, that came directly from Paris, taking many photographs (that will be around soon) and helped me with any kind of fuckin' bothering problem, also when I was losing a little little bit my focusing and I was probably sounding as a very annoying silly troublemaker. And letting me repeat all the time to everybody that we were basically celebrating our great meaningful 10th anniversary of friendship, tolerating my violent joy overdose. (No, unless that you met me, you probably cannot imagine how I can turn exactly in this kind of phenomena; I can be tiring for real.)

Thanks to Pema Tigelaar, that opened herself to all my requests and also helped me a lot – above all realising the old hope that I had when many months ago I secretly written her name on my ideas notebook.

Thanks to Dirk van de Veek, for respectfully letting me interpretate.

Thanks to Rudi Bonfiglioli, for that absurd moment in which I saw him so shocked contemplating the shootings with himself with Masha.


Thanks to Masha Rozhnova, that after fitting so perfectly the picture that I drawn for her, turned in one of the best art-mate of my whole life.

Thanks to Elodie Clemence Romero, for all her interior process and for that question for which I deeply wish a proper conversation together, one day… in Montpellier.

Thanks to Wilma Kun, for the rare calm seriousness with which she worked and, of course, for letting me freely film her artworks at her home. (And for the tasty launch!)

Thanks to Siggy De La Blues, because when I explained to him his role, he said «I knew».

Thanks to Iggy Antoine Fornerino, for his enthusiasm, his suggestions and his spontaneous reaction when I saw him watching the video still in the timeline.

Thanks to Patricia Elders, because after my tale to the phone about the concept, when I was still a complete stranger, she then just said «It's like my life». And, in the end, she loved our strange experience so much, anyway.

Thanks to Mechelien, even if in the end she missed the shootings. For her sparkling eyes in the basement of her shop, that unique afternoon.

Thanks to the best special guest ever, the random dog in the park! And thanks to Simone Franceschini, that tried first to finding a-not-so-randome-one.

Thanks to a kind of "reluctant messiah" with which certain concepts started.

Thanks to Cory Zaradur and to Inner Ocean Records – how couldn't I love a music label with such an evoking name?


A special thanks to the Municipality of Utrecht and to the artists Jan Hein Daniëls and Willem Hoebink, authors of the artwork that I filmed at the Pausdam, an installation part of the project Trajectum Lumen, that makes even more psychedelic and magic walking through Utrecht, enlightening some meaningful spots of this historical city.

 – The etymology of Utrecht, indeed, is the Latin word for "trajectory". And I smile again every time that I think about this, because totally looks like that this place is exactly supposed to be on the way, also the way of the bunch of people that comes from elsewhere and will go somewhere else again. –

So, in the end, thanks to Utrecht, this intense place where I'm finding so many inspiring homes.



And thanks to Heidi,
 for all her whole harmonically behave into an idea of creative process so nicely closed to mine, in which the art itself comes first;
 for deciding to share so much with me;
 for being able to see I what I see too.


Thanks to the magic;
thanks to the synchronicity.


And thanks to all of you, if you will enjoy the wave or if you won't at all, if you'll keep what it will generate for your inner world or if you'll creating a new sharing with it.





*



This was what Enda told me a few moments after watching the music video for Animal Insect.

This post isn't supposed to be my perception of the hole and the flag.
This would be eventually up to you, to let me see how they look from your point of view – because the art keeps to work and grow in the eyes of the watcher, to hopefully turn in something new.
Here I just wanted to whisper a few things about all the long tripping on the mountain and the friends that came with me – even if not the whole tale neither.
The whole tale is called "Life"
and I'm exactly wishing you enjoy it.




Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Where are you floating down?


Something strange is just happened.

This night I'm finally replying a long e-mail to my friend Dorotea. Meanwhile, I have an open folder with some pictures of her last time with me in Utrecht, i picked up my developed roll just today and I was gonna publish them.

Writing to her, suddenly the title for the post came in mind – Where are you floating down? Already in my e-mail to her, I mentioned Dumbo, when he's still that cute bundle of the post-stork. Dumbo that flow down through the clouds.


Well, having the title, my fingers automatically googled "floating down".
In the time between the short typing, a line from Pink Floyd clearly appeared in my thoughts: Floating down the sound resounds. I had written this quote of Astronomy Domine hugely on my old bookcase, when I was a teenager. It's something engraved in my memory end even if "floating down" are just a pair of words, my brain has his maniacal duty to respect. Still typing my title on Google (yes, this is a story of two seconds), I smiled back to myself and my obsession, but then an unexpected result made me really surprised: the first suggestion was The Gunner's Dream, another song from Pink Floyd! I was almost disappointed because instead I had completely forgotten that line. Shame on me, I ever kept inside The Gunner's Dream as well as a holy track (I have a personal particular affection for all the album The Final Cut, that, in comparison with the rest of the discography, is not so loved.)
But the real coincidence was listen again to the song and read the lyrics, discovering that the first line says exactly Floating down through the clouds: right as my image of Dorotea as Dumbo! And if you know those such wonderful bastards that Pink Floyd were, you already see the assonance between the two songs:
Floating down the sound resounds
Floating down through the clouds
And if you know them and you're maniac enough, you are already conscious that this could be the umpteenth tribute from Waters to Barrett (Astronomy Domine was in their first album and the lyrics are by Syd Barrett, instead Final Cut belongs to the last period and it's by Roger Waters).
Ok, I have no idea about how all this can be already famous, but such a coincidence with such a "discovering" was already something to share. 



Furthermore, I could tell that opening the tab with the song and seeing that youtube wasn't loading, I was wondering about from what I had heard that sound and why it seemed The Wall in place of The Gunner's Dream. Obviously there was another song still going in streaming (that classic stupid mistake that happens if you use too many tabs at the same time). This suggestive song that I was hearing now for the first time is Byss & Abyss, by Espers, and it doesn't sound as Pink Floyd, it was a sensation of two seconds, but I'm still trying to understand which song reminded me. Who knows, perhaps someone else feels the same and can help me.


Anyway, Dorotea, now you can feed you with three songs just for you.
I guess that Byss & Abyss, actually, will become the one more tuned on your vibrations.


But I didn't forgot my original question.
Where are you floating down, Dorotea?

Or rather: please, don't.







(No, non so cosa cacchio significa "figo" in contesto nederlandese. Sì, sto indagando. Poi aggiorno la didascalia  a dovere.)