This year I celebrate 10 years as a street musician. My partner in crime has always been (and will always be) the mississippi saxophone. There is nothing more efficient than throwing down with a harmonica and singing your
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This year I celebrate 10 years as a street musician.
My partner in crime has always been (and will always be) the mississippi saxophone. There is nothing more efficient than throwing down with a harmonica and singing your heart out. And that’s been my act, my persona, my main source of income for the last decade. Through the salt and glory of the years I played with piano players, loop stations, guitar players, beat computers, a capella, with backing tracks… you name it, I wailed it.
The downside to being a harmonica player is that you can’t accompany yourself and sing at the same time. That’s why, after a successful busking stint in northern Italy, I bought a cigar box guitar, and I learned how to make it talk. What came out was not blues, but country music.
‘After Hours’ is what I have to say after 30 years of living through, with and because of the music: it’s been my partner, my mistress, my anchor, my salvation, my identity, my medium… It's my best addiction and my worst friend, a thirst that can never be quenched.
When you listen to this record, pour yourself a lil’ poison and think about how your mistakes made you a better person. Because that’s what country music is about, in my humble opinion: the memory of Saturday night, in the forgiving light of a Sunday morning.
I hope listening to these songs is as wholesome for you as writing them was for me.
