C’è la luna che chiede di restare
abbastanza a lungo da permettere
alle nuvole di farmi volare via

Forse sono solo un folle che illude se stesso. E il ricordo mi porta spesso a quello squarcio di paradiso risucchiato dalle torbide acque del Mississippi. Ho ricercato quelle emozioni nei luoghi e nei suoni più disparati, tra esaltazioni del momento e delusioni cocenti, senza mai veramente ritrovarle. Ma a volte ci sono arrivato così vicino da riuscire quasi ad afferrarle. E’ il caso di questo estraneo di passaggio, Scott Matthews, da non confondere con il quasi omonimo cantautore australiano sprovvisto della “s” finale.

Una nuda chitarra come compagna di viaggio e un timbro vocale che ha il calore di un abbraccio. Il suo canto che si agita e si arrampica su melodie inafferrabili, elusive. Composizioni sfuggenti come sogni ad occhi aperti, a rivelare il microcosmo dell’anima e a raccontare la dolcezza della sofferenza.

E’ quel placido folk rurale che ti entra sottopelle, perché vive della semplicità senza risultare mai banale. E si dibatte tra minimalismi elettro-acustici ed eleganti arrangiamenti, conditi ora dai giochi timbrici delle tabla, ora dalle delicate evoluzioni dei fiati. Armonie continuamente in bilico tra luce ed ombra, tra arpeggi celestiali e accordature non convenzionali. E’ musica che si muove al ritmo dell’animo, che sa sporcarsi del blues più melmoso per poi abbandonarsi a tentazioni orientaleggianti.

E ci ritroviamo avvolti da distese di verde, lontani dal mal di testa cittadino, a contemplare il cielo e ad interrogarci sullo scorrere del tempo. Sospesi in un equilibrio instabile di emozioni. A volte ci si sente a proprio agio solo nel ricordo del passato, dimenticando che la felicità non guarda mai indietro. Magari quello che stiamo cercando è più vicino di quel che pensiamo. E ci aspetta altrove.

Puoi dire che il sole sta splendendo se proprio vuoi
Io vedo la luna e mi sembra così chiara
Puoi prendere la strada che conduce alle stelle
Io prenderò la strada per comprendere me stesso

Elenco tracce testi e video

01   Little Man Tabla Jam Part 1 (00:40)

02   Dream Song (04:42)

03   The Fool's Fooling Himself (04:01)

04   Eyes Wider Than Before (03:36)

05   Blue in the Face Again (01:10)

06   Sweet Scented Figure (04:31)

07   Passing Stranger (04:32)

See the sign up ahead it calls out your name,
It's a meaningful sign but it makes no sense.
Saw you pass on through with only one shoe,
and a mystified mind with an angel for a guide.
There's a destination that's meant for me,
but I'm weary of the soles of my innocent feet.
Like a single sight you know it's all you've got,
so be sure to aim true with your eyes in full view.

There's nobody you can accuse,
the mirror reflects a bold truth,
and from inside I feel bruised.
The mask that I wear is unsure,
unable to find a known cure,
so I hide for evermore.

I'm a passing stranger with a name I can't remember,
I'm going blind from the dust in my eyes.
And the ground back home seems so far away,
and I'm coughing up my lungs but I know I've gotta stay.

I'm moving slow with nowhere to go,
I stumble on a sign 'one mile to dine'.
It takes a little time, and I'm barely alive,
but I make it nontheless with a shortage of breath.

The coffee you poured me is cold,
the paper I'm reading is old,
and that smile is not your own.
The clothes that I wear are soaked through,
I'm all out of luck for you,
and there's a million things I can't do (can't do, I can't do)

Something strangely familiar about the way I am,
I'm sitting next to the man with the unsteady hands.
He says 'how are you son where you been all week',
I recognise his voice even in my sleep.

Lord only knows what I got up to,
maybe it's best for me if I just found my shoes.
And confirm my suspicions for heaven's sake,
and pick up my trail from my front gate.

There's nobody you can accuse,
the mirror portrays a bold truth.
and from inside it's what you do.
Start digging around and you'll find,
missing for years your own life,
you're better off trying not to hide (not to hide, trying not to hide).

08   Prayers (03:15)

09   Musical Interval (01:11)

10   Still Fooling (00:21)

11   City Headache (04:59)

12   Nylon Instrumental (00:20)

13   Elusive (03:43)

She's a gambler spinning wheels,
A poison victim but look of steel.
The coldest hearts you've ever felt,
The coldest hands you've ever held.

Taking down, on your way.
A million miles, still no headway.
As I learn to live long,
In a mind I'm proud to roam.

She's elusive and I'm awake,
You're finally real, there's nothing fake.
A mystery now to me and you,
Open my eyes and I'm next to you.
She said my destiny lies in the hands that set me free.

A reckless night, she hears me breathe,
Cursing the sky at this company.
They lost the wisdom deep inside,
When bitterness shows it's side.

If it's true, I am doomed,
What more is there to hold on to?
A strand of her hair is all I own,
A gift to me, this sorry soul.

She's elusive and I'm awake,
You're finally real, there's nothing fake.
A mystery now to me and you,
Open my eyes and I'm next to you.
She said my destiny lies in the hands that set me free.

The sun in sails, and this ain't right.
There's more to her than meets the eye.
She comes and goes at any time,
Back in my head to another time.

She's elusive and I'm awake,
You're finally real, there's nothing fake.
A mystery now to me and you,
Open my eyes and I'm next to you.
She said my destiny lies in the hands that set me free

14   Earth to Calm (04:17)

15   White Feathered Medicine (05:48)

16   Little Man Tabla Jam Part 2 (00:44)

17   Bruno's Finale (02:19)

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