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  1. The man was paralyzed and would appear on stage in his wheelchair And now what will I do, I do not know what to say it's cold just alike when I was alone I've always written the verses with the pen not Strict work orders . I always hated pigs and pimps And those who stole a salary The fakes making a career With certain services out of hours I will sing my songs along the road And will address life hard-facedly A warrior without a country and without a sword With one foot in the past And the look straight ahead and open in the future. I spent four centuries of life And I made many travels in the deserts Because I wanted to say what I think I wanted to go ahead with open eyes Now I should make songs With the exact dosages of experts Maybe then dress like a fool To look like a moron in concerts. I will sing my songs along the road And will address life hard-facedly A warrior without a country and without a sword With one foot in the past And the look straight ahead and open in the future. I do not know if I was ever poet And I do not care to know I'll fill the glasses with my wine I do not know how it tastes but I invite you to drink it And the mental masturbations I leave them to those who are mature at the right point I want to tell my songs to those Who know how to masturbate for the taste. I will sing my songs to the road And will address life hard-facedly A warrior without a country and without a sword With one foot in the past And the look straight ahead and open in the future. And I do not know if I will have friends to supply me with a chorus Or if I will only have unfamiliar faces I will sing my songs to all of them And at the end of the road I 'll be able to say that I have lived my days.
  2. Here where the sea shines and the wind is strong on an old terrace infront of the Gulf of Sorriento(province of Naples if I'm not mistaken) a man hugs a girl after he has cried Afterwards he clears his voice and begins again to sing I care too much for u(Te voglio bene assaje) but, u know, a great deal at his point it has become a chain(e' una catena ormai) that melts the blood in the * veins u know He saw the lights in the middle of the sea he thought of the nights in America** but they where only the lights from the boats*** and the white trace of a propeller He felt the pain of music got up from the piano But when he saw the moon that was coming out from behind a cloud he thought that even death was sweeter He looked into the eyes of the girl those eyes green like the sea then suddenly a tear came out and he believed he was soffocating I care too much for u(Te voglio bene assaje) but, u know, a great deal at his point it has become a chain(e' una catena ormai) that melts the blood in the veins u know Force of the lirica where**** every drama is a false(ogni drama e' un falso) which with a little bit of make-up(che con un po' di trucco) and with the art of mimic u can become someone else but 2 eyes that are watching u(ma due occhi che di guardano) so close and different(eyes of different people)(cosi' vicini e vari) they make you forget the words(ti fan scordare le parole) i get mixed up so everything becomes small even the nights there in America u turn and see your own life(ti volti e vedi la tua vita) like the trace of a propeller but its the life that ends But he didn't think that much the opposite he was feeling already happy and started again to sing I care too much for u(Te voglio bene assaje) but, u know, a great deal at his point it has become a chain(e' una catena ormai) that melts the blood in the veins u know *some words are in naples's dialect **America=USA not the continent ***lampare r boats for fishing in the evening ****lirica=something between theater and opera
  3. Take a woman,tell her you love her Write her love songs,send her roses and poems Give her heart shapes too Make her feel important Give her the best of the best you've got Try to be a tender lover Be always near her Resolve her troubles And be sure she will leave you Who is too much loved will not give back love And be sure she will leave you Who love less is always the strongest Take a woman,treat her bad Make her wait you for hours Don't show up and when you call her Act as you do her a favor Make her feel less important Balance good love and cruelty Try to be a tender lover But out of the bed show no pity And then you'll see she will love you Who less loves more love gets in return And then you'll see she will love you Who love less is the strongest one No my dear friend I do not agree,you speak a hurt man A good girl,like the bread..and she is gone And you didn't resist there are no laws in love Just be who you are Leave the door of your heart open And you'll see a woman is looking for you What's a man without love? You do agree with me on this What's a man without love? This is the only law that exists..
  4. And while running she met me down the stairs almost nothing seemed to be changed in her to me. Then sadness enveloped us like honey for the time slipped on us. The sun going down already reddened the city before of us and now foreign and incredible and cold like an instant "deja vu" shadow of youth the fog was around us. Stable cars were looking us in silence, old walls were proposing new heroes. Ten years to tell each other, but sentences remained inside us "What do you do now? Do you remember...? Our times were beautiful! I have written you... It's one year... They told me you were still away" Then dinner at her home my new courtesy flatware coloured nostalgia. And sentences, like we were two olds, were running after time behind us. For the first time I saw those mirrors I understood pictures, ornaments and her parents. Our myths dead now, the discover of Hemingway, feeling new, things dreamed and now seen. My America and hers become in the way our city so sad. Papers and wind fly away at the station cold and lights on maybe for us there and finally in short her situation like a lot of our films. Like in a bad written book he killed himself in Christmas, but the sad story seemed to be absorbed by the dark. Poor friend who was telling ten year in few sentences and I (was telling) mine in one greeting. And I was thinking swung by the wagon "Dear friend, time takes and time gives. We always run in one direction, but who knows what is and what sense has! Timeless dreams remain, impressions of a moment, the lights of homes glimpsed in the darkness from a train. We are something that don't remain empty sentences in the head and the heart full of symbols.
  5. City shown in vid is Florence (Firenze), band's hometown
  6. I think positively because i am alive, i think positively because i am alive and because i am alive, nothing and nobody in the world could make me stop thinking, nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop, stop, stop this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes, this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes. I think positively, but that doesn't mean i don't see, I think positively about what i believe, I don't believe in uniforms, and less in sacred clothes, that more than once were ready to bless massacres, I don't believe in the fraternal hugs that are confused with chains. I just think that between bad and good, good is stronger. I think positively because i am alive, because i am alive i think positively because i am alive and because i am alive nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop me from thinking, nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop, stop this wave that goes, that comes and goes, this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes. Exiting the subway, where everthing seems like it should be looked at, inside things there's an unknown reality that asks only for a way to come out and see the stars and live the experiences on my own skin, on my own skin. I think positively because i am alive, because i am alive i think positively because i am alive and because i am alive nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop me from thinking, nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop, stop this wave that goes, that comes and goes, this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes. I think in this world there's only one big church that begins with Che Guevara and ends with Mother Teresa, passing from Malcom X through Gandhi and Saint Patrignano ( biggest drug-addict rehab in Italy) , and arriving to a priest in periphery that goes ahead/on regardless the Vatican. I think positively because i am alive, because i am alive i think positively because i am alive and because i am alive nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop me from thinking, nothing and nobody in the world will be able to stop, stop this wave that goes, that comes and goes, this wave that goes, this wave that comes and goes: history, maths, Italian, geometry, music...fantasy.
  7. He sings / plays 3 diff. parts / characters ( 2 men , 1 woman) in this song It's his fault! It's his fault! Believe me! You weren't there... you weren't there to defend me! And his determination was stronger than my will. And the innocent one... and the innocent one will pay. I know you won't believe... you won't believe me, but it's his fault! It's his fault! I don't care if you are going to drink false tears. I can tell you they're salty, I already drank them, by now. Anyway, everything she says is not real. Her sweetness has been even stronger than my honesty. And now, you're gonna believe her... you're gonna believe her. Poor my fall friend, I know: you're gonna believe her. I don't know... I don't know who I'd believe to. I just know that... I just know that, one of... just one of the three of you is gonna die! She was mine... she isn't anymore. Now, none knows who she belongs to... Go away! Go away! Move!
  8. A1 Absent For This Consumed World 00:00 A2 Ora Non Ricordo Più 01:17 A3 Il Suono Del Silenzio 04:58 A4 Mi Sono Svegliato E.. Ho Chiuso Gli Occhi 08:31 A5 Lei Sei Tu: Lei 12:28 A6 La Mia Musica 14:32 B1 Johann 18:42 B2 Scotland Machine 20:05 B3 Cella 503 23:11 B4 Contaminazione 1760 26:29 B5 Alzo Un Muro Elettrico 27:34 B6 Sweet Suite 30:16 B7 La Grande Fuga xxx copyright issues https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Il_Rovescio_della_Medaglia
  9. On guitar: Alberto Radius ( band "Formula 3") Loaded trains from Albania bring so many foreigners to Siberia antique carpets, Indian merchants put on houses between Russia and China Roads of the East. Pushed by the Turks and the Iraqis here made camp Mustafa Mullah Barazani Eastern roads of vast horizons hidden cities of Persian language hence the End. They Tell stories of Princesses locked in castles for too much beauty Lotus flowers, beautiful gardens And Leningrad today ... At night you can still happen to hear the sounds of harmoniums out of breath and old Kurds for a thousand years offer their chest to Novenas ... Roads Of The East
  10. Quando la sera me ne torno a casa When I come home in the evening non ho neanche voglia di parlare I'm not even in the mood to talk tu non guardarmi con quella tenerezza Don't look at me with that tenderness come fossi un bambino che ritorna deluso like a child that comes back disappointed si lo so che questa non è certo la vita Yes, I know this surely ain't the life che hai sognato un giorno per noi you once dreamed about for us vedrai, vedrai you'll see, you'll see vedrai che cambierà you'll see it will change forse non sarà domani maybe not tomorrow ma un bel giorno cambierà but someday it will change vedrai, vedrai you'll see, you'll see non son finito sai I am not done here, you know non so dirti come e quando I don't know how or when ma vedrai che cambierà but you'll see it will change preferirei sapere che piangi I'd rather know you're crying che mi rimproveri di averti delusa than to reproach me that I've let you down e non vederti sempre così dolce and not to see you this sweet again accettare da me tutto quello che viene accepting anything coming from me mi fa disperare il pensiero di te I get crazy thinking of you e di me che non so darti di più and thinking that I don't know how to give you more vedrai, vedrai you'll see, you'll see vedrai che cambierà you'll see it will change forse non sarà domani maybe not tomorrow ma un bel giorno cambierà but someday it will change vedrai, vedrai you'll see, you'll see no, non son finito sai no, I'm not done here non so dirti come e quando I don't know how or when ma un bel giorno cambierà. but someday it will change.
  11. Franco Califano AKA "Il Califfo" (The Caliph... playing with his last name) as he was a famous womanizer ( he even wrote books about his life/love/sex experiences as a sort of how-to manual.....) Si, d'accordo l'incontro/ yeah ok, the date un'emozione che ti scoppia dentro/ a great emotion exploding inside you l'invito a cena dove c'è atmosfera/ the invite to dinner here there's a certain mood la barba fatta con maggiore cura./ the beard shaved more accurately la macchina a lavare ed era ora/ the car to wash and now hai voglia di far centro quella sera/ you really wanna make an impression on her si d'accordo ma poi../ yes, ok, but then tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom Si, lo so il primo bacio/yeah, i know, the first kiss il cuore ingenuo che ci casca ancora/ the naive heart still falling for that col lungo abbraccio l'illusione dura/ with a long embrace the illusion lasts rifiuti di pensare a un'avventura./ you refuse to think about a one-night-stand Poi dici cose giuste al tempo giusto/ then you say the right things at the right moment e pensi il gioco è fatto è tutto a posto/ and you think, "it's done, everything is perfect" si,d'accordo ma poi.../ yeah, ok, but then tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom Poi la notte d'amore/ then the night of love per sistemare casa un pomeriggio/ to tidy up the house one afternoon sul letto le lenzuola color grigio/ gray sheets on the bed funziona tutto come un orologio./ everything works as a clock La prima sera devi dimostrare/ the first night you have to prove che al mondo solo tu sai far l'amore/ to the world you're the only one who can make love si, d'accordo ma poi../ yeah, whatever but then Tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no,non ho detto noia/ i didn't say bore ma noia, noia, noia,/but bore bore bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom Si d'accordo il primo anno/yeah, ok the first year ma l'entusiasmo che ti resta ancora/ but the enthusiasm still left è brutta copia di quello che era/ is only a bad copy of the one you had cominciano i silenzi della sera/ and silences start at night inventi feste e inviti gente in casa/ you make up parties and invite people at home così non pensi almeno fai qualcosa/ so you don't think at least you have something to do si, d'accordo ma poi../Yeah, whatever, but then tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore maledetta noia./ damn boredom
  12. A dedication to his hometown ( Sung in Roman dialect which is very similar to proper Italian unlike other Italian dialects) How beautiful you are oh Rome in the evenings when the moon reflects itself inside the big fountain and the couples desert the streets How beautiful you are oh Rome when it rains How great you are oh Rome when it’s dusk and the orange turns red on top of your seven hills and the windows are like numerous eyes that seem to tell you: how beautiful you are! Today it feels like if time had stopped here I see the majesty of the Colosseum I see the sanctity of the big Dome and I am more alive and I am better no, I’ll never leave you Rome, head of this infamous world a carriage drives away two foreigners a second-hand dealer asks you if you’ve got some rags the bedraggled sparrows are nightingales I was born in Rome I discovered you this morning
  13. Look at it, Professor, how blond that is... This starry night disappearing into the dark Look at it as it runs away just the same as you look at that woman friend of mine I know way back when you made a killing with the ladies I'm not calling you "Professor" for nothing Tell me Professor about the Silence about the blue countryside, tell me about the absinth ( hallucinogeous plant and drink used in the beginning of the 20th century) tell me about those months where you were locked up in the mountains with your black basque as if it were Spain again ( talks about the civil war between supporters of fascist dictator Franco and Republicans coming from all over the world to help spanish people to re-gain freedom.. Franco won that time sadly.. around 1935-36) Just light up a fire..... when it comes to this you're the Best also for this I call you "Professor" Explain to me, Professor about a woman who knows you just like this flame they say you haven't forgotten her she then went away but never got married anyway And from that day on you got your heart knitted up Also for this I call you "Professor" But do not talk about me The emptiness you feel exists it's not to be told We got stolen everything and what did you do? In your home you'd keep giving milk to your cat I too will have the right to be the worst Please will you excuse me, "Professor"
  14. RIP Massimo Riva (vocalist) Ok yeah....Allright Tonight I'm staying with you Ok Yeah... You'll see Tonight You'll die! Take all you want Tonight we won't ever leave each other It's your lips making me cry by now Sometimes when you kiss me I believe I'd die If you weren't around I could not live My life is only yours and you know this Ok Yeah Take whatever you want Tonight we won't ever leave each other Ok Yeah Just do whatever you want to me But remember that you'll cry afterwards Ok Yeah......Allright Original Italian Lyrics Ok sì... va beh! Questa notte sto con te. Ok sì... vedrai... Questa notte morirai! Ok Ok Ok sì... Ok sì! Prendi tutto quel che vuoi! Questa notte non ci lasceremo mai! Sono le labbra tue che mi fan piangere oramai. Quando mi baci a volte credo che io morirei. Se non ci fossi tu io non potrei vivere. La mia vita è solo tua e tu lo sai. Ok sì... va beh! Ok... sì... va beh! ...va beh! ... va beh! Ok sì!! Prendi tutto ciò che vuoi! Questa notte non ci lasceremo mai!! Ok sì! Fammi tutto quel che vuoi! Ma ricordati che dopo piangerai!! Ok sì!! Ok sì!!
  15. Percussionist, drummer, composer....Has collaborated with Alan Sorrenti, Pino Daniele, Perigeo, etc. Trying to put into music the atmosphere, sounds, colors, noises, feel of Naples streets and its people..... Lato A Rosso napoletano – 18:08 (Toni Esposito, Paul Buckmaster Lato B Danza dei bottoni – 7:03 (Toni Esposito) Dance of buttons Il venditore di elastici – 5:11 (Toni Esposito, Paul Buckmaster) Elastic band vendor...Showing Toni ability as a percussionist in using everyday tools ( pots & pans, glasses, bottles, cutlery, etc.) Breakfast – 1:37 (Toni Esposito, Robert Fix) L'eroe di plastica – 3:48 (Toni Esposito) Plastic hero With Paul Buckmaster, Edoardo Bennato, etc
  16. RIP Francesco Di Giacomo - vocalist L'evoluzione - 00:00 La conquista della posizione eretta -14:02 Danza dei grandi rettili - 22:39 Cento mani e cento occhi - 26:20 750.000 anni fa...l'amore? -31:40 Miserere alla storia -37:19 Ed ora io domando tempo al tempo ed egli mi risponde... non ne ho! - 43:18 Review by Fitzcarraldo SPECIAL COLLABORATOR Honorary Collaborator This concept album is my favourite of the first three BANCO albums, but it is also the oddest (mind you, all BANCO's music is a bit odd in my opinion). Pity I understand very little Italian, because I think the lyrics for such an ambitious theme (evolution) would be interesting. The long 'L'Evoluzione' (evolution) is obviously the vehicle to introduce the album's concept. It starts off as a fairly sedate song (I even hear a little PINK FLOYD in there somewhere) but then comes some synth which makes me think of erupting volcanoes, and the song heats up, not very melodically, with BANCO's characteristic repetitive note sequences, with a piccolo mib playing over the top in places. Keeping one's mind on the theme stops the track getting tedious. 'La Conquista Della Posizione Eretta' (the conquest of the upright position) is really atmospheric, with synth used to produce animal-like sounds, and some dynamic 'echoey' synth that, given the theme and track title, make me think of apes swinging through the forest treetops at great speed (honestly!, although the band probably intended nothing of the kind). I really, really like this track. 'Danza Dei Grandi Rettili' (dance of the large reptiles) is also the business. It has a very laid-back jazzy barroom feel, starting with some piano and bass, and then adding synth. Again, bearing in mind the theme, it's not hard to picture a T. Rex clomping around looking for prey. Great synth on this one. 'Cento Mani E Cento Occhi' (a hundred hands and a hundred eyes) is the reason I bought the album in the first place. It is a frenetic track with a fair amount of unmelodic keyboard with what sounds like repetitive two-finger key bashing and 'wailing' by Francesco Di Giacomo (well, that's how it sounds to me!). When I first heard this track I thought, "What on Earth is this?" but had to listen to it again, and again and finally had to buy the album. This is probably the track to play if you want to clear a room! Knowing the title, the music makes me think of a giant millipede scuttling at high speed along the jungle floor, but I'm probably way off: wish I could understand the lyrics. Then, right at the end of the song, there is what sounds like a tribal ritual chant over some foot-tapping progressive rock. A bizarre track, but strangely compelling. '750,000 Anni Fa...L'Amore?' (750,000 Years Ago...Love?) is ballad-like, Francesco Di Giacomo singing with great feeling with the piano as the principal backing instrument, interrupted for a short while by some very electronic synth. It's pleasant enough. 'Miserere Alla Storia' starts off with staccato, repeated note sequences on the organ, then changes to a classical-sounding theme with piccolo mib and acoustic guitar, then transmogrifies into a mad-sounding Francesco Di Giacomo half speaking, half singing, then back to the staccato repeated note sequences on the organ. It becomes more interesting towards the end when piano kicks in with synth and other instruments, but in places reminds me a bit of a slightly out of tune village band. 'Ed Ora Io Domando Tempo Al Tempo Ed Egli Mi Risponde...Non Ne Ho!' (and now I ask the time to Time and he replies...I haven't got it!) is yet another bizarre track. It starts with a sound like a donkey braying, which sounds to me like the very slow dragging of a violin bow or perhaps the rocking of a very creaky rocking chair. Then the clavicembalo and piccolo mib add some background as Francesco Di Giacomo sings to backing music that sounds a bit like an umpapa umpapa village band. I hope the above whets your curiosity rather than putting you off getting this album. If you're used to melodic Progressive Rock then this is a very different beast, but should grow on you. The composition and use of instruments to convey the theme are clever, and there is so much variety and oddity in the tracks - and within tracks - that it keeps you listening intently and enjoying immensely. Get it, listen to it on headphones, imagine and enjoy. If you don't like it at first, stick with it, it's worth it. I'd like to give this 4.5 stars if such a thing were possible, but will go with 4. umb's note: Saw them twice in concert.......Very very good
  17. The sea in winter is just a movie in black and white seen on TV. And inward, some cloud from the sky going down. Wet sand, a letter that the wind is taking away, invisible points chased by dogs, tired whirls of old seagulls. And me staying here looking for a cafe.. The sea in winter is a concept thought does not consider . It 's barely modern, it's something that no one ever wants. Hotels closed, advert posters already worn out cars trace grooves on roads where rain does not fall in the summer And I can not even talk to myself. Sea .... nobody ever comes here to drag me away. Sea .... nobody ever comes here to keep us company. Sea ... I can not stand seeing you like this because this wind stirs me too, stirs me too. the cold weather will come to pass and the beach will slowly acquire color The radio and the newspapers and meaningless music will spread '. New adventures, lit-up nightclubs full of lies. But around evening, a strange concert and a beach umbrella that stays open. I dive perplexed into already lived moments. Sea .... nobody ever comes here to drag me away. Sea .... nobody ever comes here to keep us company. Sea .... I can not stand seeing you like this because this wind stirs me too, stirs me too..... This wind stirs me too.
  18. I would like to meet you outside the gates of a factory (plant), I would like to meet you along the roads leading to India I would like to meet you but I do not know what I would do: perhaps I 'd suddenly cry of joy. I would like to find you while you sleep in a sea of grass and then take you to my house on the cliff, show you the memories of what I have been, show you the statue of what I am now. I would like to know you but I do not know what to call you, I would like to follow you but the people overwhelms you: I was waiting for you when it was raining outside, and my room was filled with silence for you. I would like to meet just when I'm about to fall, among thousand faces just recognize you, sing your song, sing it to me: maybe one day I'll sing for you. I would like to know you but I do not know what to call you, I would like to follow you but the people overwhelms you: I was waiting for you when it was raining outside, and my room was filled with silence for you. I would like to meet you outside the gates of a factory, I would like to meet you along the roads leading to India I would like to meet you but I do not know what I would do: perhaps I'd suddenly cry of joy
  19. The TV remains off and I don't watch it anymore I feel a lump in my throat that is difficult to swallow I'm smoking a little, I go through the curtains Grey skies lead me, I'm not leaving because I'm overtaken by A nostalgy that rises slowly, like never before I'm thinking about you, I'm asking myself now where are you and what you do Who knows if you have ever thought about me About our fire that was burining and now became ashes But everything goes by, and even if it feels strange I'm smiling, because I know That today I won't call you up Whatever will be, will be - and I'm ok with it Whatever was, it's now gone away and it's past if you keep it And it's already raining really hard, the rain wets my skin But I'll dry myself because I know That time moves in circles, and a little time is what it takes While a good guy is warding off evil spirits Waiting for the sun Today there's no sun around to save me To shine and warm me up I want the sun I'm searching for a new light in the confusion of a good guy And today is just like yesterday But maybe it's just a sensation Invention of the good guy's mind There will be no sun It will seem that everything stays the same Whatever will be, will be I'm in a bad mood But no one calls me and I don't know who to call I'm trying to move on and think only about what I have to do Oh, Jesus, Jesus, I'm the victim of demons which are coming back for me My naughty thoughts that are waiting for me Haunting, talking and talking Where are the rays that were warming up the good guy Where are the others who choosed to be like me, now that I'm in the cyclone Later on I'll find my remedy Later on I'll mix the roots and culture, pure energy The music dedicates me these words I'll chase these rhymes and I know that sun will come back sooner or later Today there's no sun around to save me To shine and warm me up I want the sun I'm searching for a new light in the confusion of a good guy Whatever happens, happens itself I only count on myslef, and I already know that you already know that Boy does what he has to do when there's no love I must beg because there's a lack of money in my pocket It's always more and more difficult to keep yourself calm in such situation I don't want to do it anymore I'm starting from zero, I know that in this way I have to go but There's no light anymore, only a darkness that hurts There's no peace anymore, only the anger that grows every day I know very well where I'm now and I want to stay here Feel the beat, if you're listening come and pick me up Kidnap me Music strikes the heart Boom cha boom and there's no pain anymore Stretch out your healing hands to the good guy While he's waiting for the sun Today there's no sun around to save me To shine and warm me up I want the sun I'm searching for a new light in the confusion of a good guy
  20. Italian Band ( from Napoli/Naples, Campania Region) specialized in performing very old music and songs of the Naples tradition dating back to 1600 / 1700/ 1800 / 1900 using old instruments The Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare was formed in 1970 with the aim of promoting the traditions of the people of Campania (the Southern Italian region of which Naples is the capital).The extraordinary success encountered at the Spoleto Festival in 1972 and 1974 marks their launch onto the international stage. Since then the NCCP frequently participated in all the most important festivals both within and outside Europe. The group has alternated its musical activities with theatre productions, promoting and participating in several shows. umb's note: Saw them in concert like 35 years ago.......Very special
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