WHY SHOULDN'T QUIET BE STRONG?

 

Moving forward.

So,  it's been quite a while.

But these years passed like a few split seconds, like nothing apparently really happened. In almost total silence.

So, time for new energy, time to lay roots somewhere new, also something new.

One week ago I wouldn't even imagine setting this page up. Or publish even.

But things happen.

So here I go accordingly with everyday facts and everything that escaped or survived the 1997EV matrix which has, hereby, officially ended or, eventually, suspended at most.

I'm in the verge of re-thinking my approach to music entirely. This new mindset has proven highly educational, giving me access to always more vibrant inputs.  Eventually driven by the use of always more  inexpensive gear, as the world gets higher and higher,  I'm teaching myself how to "undress" my sound instead.

I am currently working to my new music project with some upcoming releases which are scheduled by late summer 2021 or mid 2022. 

Think of a random chronology to minimums. 

So, I'll be posting on here from my new personal puzzle every now and then focusing on the big picture.

Some of you who are a little familiar with me and loved 1997EV won't be too surprised to know how diversified are my needs of expression regarding music, ranging from experimental to pop, folk and noise. So, no big deal. For those who are not, well, I hope you do enjoy this newer version of me.

After all it's all about the music. No matter what.

Alternatively, these pages here are meant as a door thrown open to my world's diverse mutability.  So, it's not only about the music but my whole world of interests instead, coming out randomly as usual. This is a time of communication, a time to share personal stories and love. A time for growing stronger roots and letting bygones be bygones.

This need for the change started torturing me when still in Berlin in 2014 without me knowing apparently. And when in Berlin I thought I had lost enthusiasm towards change.  Finally, by 2017, I eventually smelled the end road instead and stopped giving a fuck. You get the picture.

Berlin had me on a manic depressive cycle because of what happened there. Some good and bad in the perfect tone, but it also helped me understand and move forward. Have a clearer perspective about things, needs etc.. 

I watched the people I passed by on my way to I didn't even know where, and saw them politely not watching or seeing me. 

That phase I will not talk about.

But I remember.

And I've outgrown this so definitely with change of location, change of home.

I am presently living in Macomer (Italy), which I don't really mind that much. I mean, not the best piece of cake but not the end of the world either.  I rather like to see the sun set in awesome majesty over mysterious ghost-looking factories.

So here we go in quiet mode, I've gotten tired with speed. We only work for posterity.

Maybe today I'll be forced off the cycle. Maybe I'll be back to source in a few hours.

This is my very first post on here after forever, and I feel better already.