Dino Saluzzi: Cite de la Musique (1997)
It seems pointless writing a review for this album. It's almost as if you will either come across it in the journey of your life or you will not. If the timing isn't right it will just waft past you like the scent of a beautiful flower that you pass walking along a darkened path that you can never find again.
I was lucky enough to come across this album in late 1999 and I have a funny feeling that it will remain on my top-five-most-beautiful-albums list for a long time to come.
It's not as if there's a particular person or event in my life that this album reminds me of, it's a sort of a collage of everything beautiful and tragic that has ever happened in my 42 years of living. It's a medium to a whole collection of memory-feelings all bundled up together.
More than once I have dozed off (stone cold sober) while listening to this album and have "come to" sensing the most vivid yet indescribable feelings, particularly during the last two tracks.
I agree with the other reviews of this album - each of which is personal. Unlike other reviewers I can't put any visual images to the music on this album. I can't even tell my closest friends what I feel some times when I listen to this album. I just feel it.
This beautifully dark and sensual album is mood altering if you can allow it to get in.
Marc Johnson Double Bass
Dino Saluzzi Bandoneon
José Maria Saluzzi Guitar (Acoustic)
01. Cité de la Musique
02. Introducción y Milonga del Ausente
03. El Rio y el Abuelo
04. Zurdo
05. Romance
06. Winter
07. How My Heart Sings
08. Gorrión
09. Coral Para Mi Pequeño y Lejano Pueblo
