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IAIO - T.I.E. (Take It Easy) |
IAIO - T.I.E. (Take It Easy)
"This is the substance, this is the truth, the tarantella is the reality: because we are the tradition, it is not just water under the bridge, it is clear and strong like you who are breathing in this moment."
These are some of the words of the text of that "strange" song sung by Iaio, which so metaphorically stitches together the meaning of life in the popular tradition dictated by the tarantella which, not surprisingly, is understood, and rightly so, pertaining only to Neapolitanness.
So that in a world of neo-melodic "scrambled" people outclassed by rappers and trappers without a precise identity and lost in search of chimeras full of who knows what success and too many falsehoods,
we return, because we must and we can (hurray! ), to the Naples of jazz which, mind you, has always had jazz in its creative DNA, since the days of "Funiculì Funiculà"..., jazz. Except they didn't call it that and thought it was another variant of the tarantella. We will then have to go through Carosone and then "jump" again up to Pino Daniele and James Senese to fully understand the most valid and correct change precisely because it is full of what has always been in true Neapolitan music, yesterday as today: Tarantella and/ or jazz. IAIO is this (on his first jazz album sung and played): a young man who puts a point and finds a bar and thus ties together the thread of a tradition which is also made of poetry and rhythm, like blood, like heart. The ironic poetics are noteworthy, also precisely because of the rhythm that accompanies "those words" of "Canto per niente (The Song of the Kings"). Listening to this album determines, as must happen for jazz, that after a while you don't stop rhythmizing with the foot or with the hands... or to dance, as has always happened, after all, for the tarantella.
In IAIO's album there is the scent of the songs like "Napule è'", of "A tazzulella e cafè" but also of "Je sto vicino a Te" in the eight lines of text of "La ballata del mare" (true poetry), all that Naples is there: in the "silent voice that the sea gives".
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