"Chi sente un suono intonato al suo temperamento
non può sottrarsi al suo influsso"
Ibu Arabi,mistico andaluso 1165-1240
Non I know which routes events and Eric Wrixon, first mate of the musical adventures of Van Morrison, has chosen to live in Pontremoli, preferring the hills of Arzel to those of its green Ireland. I take note of a lucky and fruitful engagement. At least for us on the evening of August 13 we shook in San Geminiano square for the concert of his Them. Quest'irlandese with long hair and faded features overloaded for two hours of blues squeezed by the keyboards and voice. Not a music creased memory from my youth but a smooth blend of vitality and passion is not dormant. From "It's all over now baby blue" to "Mistic Eyes" to "Baby Please Do not Go" and ending with an intense version of "Gloria." Blues romantic, vaguely alcoholic and nicotinic but not reducible to remember back. The public is gray-haired, white and white has regained its membership. The few in a very early age, they measured its surprise at a small event that was worth one summer. I will stop here because, as Frank Zappa said "writing about music is a bit like dancing about architecture." Words can not return the power and emotion of the music. 
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