Il sorprendente esordio dei Cani

You've got to consider, we're not music reviewer.
But there is music we listen to, anyway, always looking for something old or new that could eventually represent us for who we are here and now.
So what could be better then the Musica Importante A Milano festival.
Or even better, why not go to talk with someone so fresh, new, easy that it consumes you.


I Cani are from Rome. They could be from Milan for what I care. Or any other big Italian city.
I Cani have been around for something like an year, on the web, when they started off with "Wes Anderson".
And like me and you, a lot of people commented, shared and criticized.

We got there early, time needed, prepare questions, organize with the staff, get right under the stage. We've written our interview on a tiny notebook, while the mosquitos would devour ur legs.

I Cani were anonymous. At least since a couple of months ago, during Miami, the first concert that got the hill crowded, a secondary stage in the Independent Italian Music festival, even before the nameless band before them ended. Everybody was looking up for this, impatiently.

So they started preparing the stage, with paper bags on their heads, keeping the anonymity.
Paper bags drop off at the end of the introduction.

During the show, fabulous all around. Stuff as heavy-weighted groupies and pogo in the mud worthy of Woodstock.
And everybody would sing. Everybody.


After the concert, we track them down. They told us to wait backstage, they would have been there, but "right now we have to clean up the stage". We were about to stop them in front of the entrance, but other interviews had to be made. At the end of that they were running but we got them. every single one of them. We didn't had a lot of time, Verdena were already setting up.


Niccolò, the band's leader:
- I'm really not getting all this need to get ut of the stereotype. It's not lik you quit dressing up a certain way only because everybody does it, or you stop watching Wes Anderson movies, only because a lot of assholes watch them too. I find that really hideous. It's actually an effect we're risking too, if we go on with those interviews, people will get bored.
I don't think there is nothing bad in doing something other people does too, the only thing that counts is understand if we're doing that because we like it, because we believe in this, or not.

I tried to get out of the music stereotype, compared to the last entries in the italian scene, the "sleepy lyric songwriter" who talks about his stuff with a suffering note, victim almost, so I look around an frankly there is not that much people only suffering.
There is a moment when you suffer, but there is a moment when it gets better, and I feel like no one is singing about that. As a narrative voice I tried to be diversified, talking about when you're cynical, intolerant, happy.


more and italian after the jump

Riccardo, 16

met in Milan, Stazione Centrale

project: "enjoy vacation"

masterpiece: t-shirt - Analog

Summer sways

Sabrina: hat and tank top - H&M, skirt - zara
Greta: top - Bershka, shorts - Topshop, necklace - H&M

Sabrina: top - pull&bear, necklaces - custom made, belt and skirt - H&M

Sento il profumo di un calore che continua a rimandare l’entrata in scena. Stanno arrivando i giorni della spensieratezza sublime, della spiaggia affollata, dei bambini che giocano, del sole cocente sulle guance, del tuo bacio che fa danzare ogni monade del mio corpo.. su e giù. Sta arrivando.
“Quest’estate.. speravo non arrivasse quest’estate.. E ora che è quasi alle porte… che sento il suo fiato sul collo.. spero non finisca mai.”
E come se le foglie di quell’albero che ho costruito in questo lungo inverno stessero cadendo una ad una, lentamente.. il tempo passa. Lo scardinare dei minuti, il ticchettio dell’orologio.. i pensieri si infittiscono, le note di Keepsake di Andrey Nailer si avvicinano minacciose.
“Tutto è vanità, tutto finisce.” Sento il profumo della pioggia, vedo i raggi del sole.
“Bisogna sacrificare i rami per la salvezza del tronco.” Bisogna, si ripeté Sophia.

more photo after the jump
continua dopo il salto

Enzo, 23

met in Milan, Stazione Centrale

project: "four months in Singapore. Soon."

masterpiece: boxer briefs - H&M

watch your back - teaser

kids

After writing about it, the “list of stuff to do” has been hunting us. Determined to appear in every conversation, even just to be mentioned, it has been bouncing between the two of us for days, in need to be vented, butchered and revolted in real life, just like a dream keeps coming back until you face it in reality.

So we decided to incorporate, every now and then, some space for it, defining the voices, those fatidic things, the stuff to do before the years pass by leaving no notice.

So this time we will talk about

- skating

Not that we never actually got on a plank. I guess we could say we wanted to go deeper, we wanted to be one of these kids who grinds and does tricks but we were lazy. 

We still are.

Plus, you need to get over the fear of falling. Because if you want to be good at it, you will leave elbows and knees on the ground, or at least the skin upon them. The asphalt dig trough your flesh aiming for the joints if you're determined to become a pro. You know you are one when the crusts get better.

But most of the people doesn't put enough effort and gives up, just for the fear of falling. Of being hurt, even if it's only superficial.

In fact, we've been sitting on the ground all afternoon, taking picture of those who are willing to be hurt, in front of the central station. We are perfectly aware of the fact that we're not gonna pursuit skating, not today, not tomorrow.

So we're just gonna draw a line on this voice.

in Italian after the jump:

Luca, 19

met in Milan, near Duomo

master piece: underwear - Bjorn Borg

project: "become Supreme Emperor of the World"

KILT!

LIKELY LADS !

"Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go

They're ready to go now they got their surfboards

And they're going to the discotheque Au Go Go

Limbo

in abeyance / Sospesi

Livio ( shades - Rayban, top - F.R.A.V., trousers - Diesel, boots - Zara)

Sonia (jacket - Zara, necklace - Flamingo, t-shirt - F.R.A.V., skirt - H&M, tights - Calzedonia, boots - Fornarina)

Caro falegname d’ERA,
Te lo grida stridente la croce di esistere,
Te lo grida scivolosa la croce di due pavimenti,
Te lo grida strisciando la croce d’aedi andati,
Te lo grida IO.

Amico, Fratello, Soldato,
te la culla l’alfiere d’arpa l’oscena fretta dei padri,
Frigna dolore.

Sei la croce vera delle aspettative di una generazione venduta,
Sei la croce vanagloriosa di sistema e amore,
Sei la croce viva di velocità e ferita,
TU sei le tue croci.

Te lo sgrida la croce di Nanto

Pier ( knitwear - Stylist's own, trousers - 55dsl, shoes - Doctor Martens )

Tea, 23

met in Milan, near Duomo

master piece: jacket - vintage Max Mara

project: "Get drunk, 'cause I'm on my period. Write about Milan's shit"

Yulia, 20

Met in Milan, near Duomo

master piece: Coat - vintage

project: "open a gallery in NY for young photographers"

We Are The Gang

The Sun Goes Down

you might need skins and shirts

project

Being young equals being bored.
It's algebraic.


You don't ever have enough money or drive or fucus to actually do anything in the long list of "stuff you wanna do".
I't in between the twelve and the thirty-something years old, and after that you realize those which should have been your best years just passed by, without any attempt to draw a line on whatever on that damn list.


T H E   L I S T   O F   S T U F F   T O   D O


- Like, food fight.
- Like, mad trips toward no clear destination.
- Like,  bungee jumping.


we chose to draw a line on:
- pass more time in front of the computer (cause it just wasn't enough)


and also:
- stop judging if you can't prove all your being like "I would have done it a lot better"


and actually show the world that maybe it's not all that better, but at least it's interesting.


Or, we hope so.


in italian after the jump.

limbo - teaser

Is where you're going but you are not quite there yet.

È dove stai andando ma non ancora.

{LIMBO}