PAY ATTENTION - SICK 4 MILK

PAY INTENTION - SICK 4 MILK (CVLD249)

Available on: HD Files, CD

01 - Jennifer Lewis (J.Morroni) 4:34
02 - Saltwater (J.Morroni) 2:51
03 - Appetite (J.Morroni - L.Caputo) 4:21
04 - Set Me Free (J.Morroni) 3:10
05 - Stand In Awe (J.Morroni) 3:47
06 - Waking Dreams (J.Morroni) 4:22
07 - All Of These Things (J.Morroni) 2:36
08 - Swing Life Away (J.Morroni - M.Aprile) 3:10
09 - So Now (J.Morroni) 3:11
10 - Canadian Wood (J.Morroni) 2:35
11 - Searching (Umberto Morroni) 2:57

Total time: 37:39

All arrangements by Sick 4 Milk

SICK 4 MILK:
Jacopo Morroni, voice and guitar
Gael Cascioli, guitars and percussions
Andrea Falcone, electric bass
Riccardo Finili, percussions
Michele Aprile, alto sax

special guest: Lilian, voice on tracks 3, 5, 7



88.2kHz / 24bit original recording made strictly live-in-studio at Magister Area Studios, Preganziol, Italy on December 28 - 29, 2013

Production: VELUT LUNA
Musical producer and artistic direction: Bebo Moroni
Recording, mix and mastering engineer: Marco Lincetto
Cover and inside photos: Marco Lincetto
Design: L'Image
Marketing and Sales Manager: Patrizia Pagiaro

Sick For Milk Presentation

It's always difficult to talk about something that directly involves you. Like, for example, an album you're artistically producing. And an album, if you've decided to dedicate yourself to it, to offer it your time, your skills, your commitment, is like a child. Even if you haven't written or performed it yourself, you still end up being a part of it. I've produced about twenty albums; I could have produced more, perhaps, but I've always chosen to work on quality and for quality. Presenting this particular album is even more difficult than all the others, because here there are two children plus some "adopted" ones. It's no secret, Jacopo, the leader of Sick for Milk, is my son. I've known some of his companions since they were just little boys in long trousers, some since I still had a timid hope of retaining at least some of my hair. Did I artistically produce my son's album? No, although there would be absolutely nothing wrong with that: I produced the first album by Sick for Milk, a group I've been a fan of since their first concerts in Roman pubs. I'm hypercritical of my children, both legitimate and adopted. I've been so for all these years (not many, but quite a few compared to the age of the band members), until, as an enthusiast, as well as a professional in the "music and related fields" sector, I realized that this talent, which was largely discernible, had deeply penetrated the souls of these young people, bringing them to an artistic maturity that certain bands, more my age than theirs, have not yet achieved.
I didn't decide to make an album: one evening, chatting via email with Marco Lincetto, I asked him to listen to a track, the first one by Sick in an "unplugged" version, which was on YouTube, just to get an opinion. A few minutes later, Marco wrote back with a concise phrase: "Excellent, I want to make this album." I didn't have to work hard or convince anyone. That took a huge weight off my shoulders. And it comforted me in my vainglorious belief that I know and understand music well, that I can recognize talent. In short, that I know how to do my beautiful job.
I knew, of course, that the Velut Luna recording would be of the highest quality, so everything would be perfect.
Then whatever comes will come; these young people are talented not only in music, and their being talented in things so different from music is, in my opinion, the reason why, at their age, they already seem like a mature and established band. Because I have never believed in talent distinct from intelligence and knowledge, or at least from the desire to know. And forgive me if I've badly quoted Miles Davis.
If I may, I'll conclude this very brief presentation with a genetic-affective-animistic note: the acoustic Ovation that Jacopo plays is the one that belonged to his uncle Danilo and was prematurely bequeathed by him to this unworthy brother who passed it (a very long loan) to his son. It is number 1037, the first one to arrive in Italy. And in the last 35-plus years, it has performed its task very, very well, gracing stages throughout Italy and a good part of the world, without ever missing a beat.

Bebo Moroni