If I say POP, what images are you thinking about? Is it a crosswalk in the London’s 60ties? If you free up your mind for a moment you will realize that it’s impossible to think about pop music without reporting to pictures, to the icons/melancholies that the word “Pop” whispers to you..
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I mean, could you think about Madonna, an undisputed emblem of temptation, without preventing that the image of a pointed bra that you will never wear comes to your mind?
I did. I dressed it. I tried to play a pop icon role, to understand what’s for me pop music today. I did it in a dream. Do you wanna know what was its color? It was shocking rose. I glided inside a shining cylinder and I came out showing a plumed dress…But the songs that were representing that moment weren’t Like a Virgin or simply Who’s That Girl, they were metallic notes, played by a piano, imperceptible at times.
I fused a genre. I multiplied the possibilities. The warm rhythm of the notes became incandescent, fluorescent, ELECTRIC.
You should try.
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