Getting tired is wise. It is exhausting work, regardless of the semantic background, but it is also very intelligent. Abandon what no longer serves you, try to be happy by opening new paths to expressiveness, restart and breathe the winds of change that make life a continuous surprise to surrender to. Something that can be summed up like this, the good guy must have thought. Michele Maggiulli, Italian by birth who changed his south of green areas and sound contrasts for another with a more earthly nature, but more open to the world. Curiously, from a land in which the Mediterranean inspires the creative potential of so many musicians arose the man who breathed new blood and a redeeming spirit into the pop of a city that suffered from the same thing that it tries not to suffer from now: A sense of community, with a denominator only one that involves the unification of intentions and decision-making in the right direction. Definitely, Mike Sunthat man, came to Córdoba to stay and lay down artistic roots with a project that he began to believe in from the day he decided that hardcore, punk and simpler chord sounds were not the motivation he needed. sunwardhis band at the time, went through his resume with more pain than glory until finally, in 2019, he recorded an album with a heterogeneous background and independent soul with which to present himself in a society that at that time timidly opened itself to a still undefined proposal. but with signs of solidity on all four sides.
In that It’s All About Dreamers There were songs like “Play on”, “Safety valve” or “Caravan” that tried to plant a model that was later relegated without completely abandoning it. Just for the sake of maintaining the conceptual thread, which is none other than the story of Alice, the girl who dies a thousand times in her own storm of contradictions before always resurrecting like flowers from Hiroshima. Five years ago he already warned that today he would continue playing “You were right” or “1955” live, which together with the previous ones formed the bulk of the plot and the basis of an album that today can be played just before or after, depending on how you understand it. the story, of a glorious Alice Without Friendsa treatise on psychedelic folk full of clouds of vaporous pop and contaminated by melodies as soft as the beautiful “Vaivén” with which he cradles the protagonist of his story, embodied vocally in Irene Espejo (the same one that opened the evening with her project Mirror) or the beginning and end of the most important days of summer, between “August 9th” and “August 6th”, flying from one to the other forward or backward, with the addition of the voice of Sol Prieto as the end of an intimate concert, expanded by the approaches to chamber jazz of “The haze of age” or the absent air, as if carefree in its evanescence, of “Feed the beast”. And magnified by the support of a band involved from the beginning, which on record came to consist of sixteen names, including producers, collaborators and various accomplices of a pure and meaningful album, like the life its creator wants to live.
Guitars painting more than plucking (demonstrating why Carlos Leon is currently the most versatile and sought-after musician in the city), basses and keyboards in peaceful coexistence and powerful but controlled percussion, nuanced at some point by some bongos necessary so that we know that at Mike Sun He also really likes bossanova and other tropical derivatives. at the bar Poppy An important event took place, so on these occasions it was, and will be, necessary to trust in the powers and conscientious work of the friends of The colective, without whose involvement and that of his cronies and battle companions, none of these small miracles would be possible. As I said at the beginning, we all have the right to fatigue, but only if it ends in a rebirth.
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