I Remember The Black Dog
Tracks
- Old Nation
- My Generation
- Chasing Her (Metro)
- Crossing
- A Kind Of Therapy
- Ricordo Di Pier Paolo
- What Is Outside There
- Absence Of What Never Was
- Heart Calling To Protest
This is a sound work about depression (“the black dog”, as Churchill used to say). Severe depression is never a really personal issue, not even intimate. Major depression is a health problem that affects the individual for various reasons. Here I'll just draw some landscapes of my personal history throughout the years with this problem. There is nothing heroic or beautiful in severe depression. Nor is there anything that causes shame or sorrow: A depressive state of mind, can not be used either as a tool (or an excuse) to try to get the sick reward that, apparently, the rest of the world owes us. Nobody has made us any kind of "injury"... Only ourselves.
The Black Dog is just a ghost of the mind, a short-circuit that prevents us from knowing the truth as it is, or should be. "It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means" (as Walter E. Kurtz said in his "Apocalypse Now" monologue).
To transform the everyday life into a type of "horror" or a too dramatic image, of something that never was, it's not at all something useful. Neither healthy.
This work is, as most of my records, just an exercise about personal afterthoughts. I do not expect anyone to understand or empathize, because it is relatively difficult and complex. The sound of these nine tracks defines exactly what I wanted to express in each of them.
