Worse than the fictions 


This is not your storybook ending.

Hark, listen! 
How many Cinderellas have chosen final slumber because of their princes?
Do you know, darling?
Oh, there were so many of them.
It’s the truth, who hasn't fantasised about hitting the jackpot from a single ticket. 

How many Othellos might we find in contemporary gaols?
I’m certain, quite a few.
They aren't Moors. And have heard absolutely nothing of Mauretania.
But they were all equally preoccupied with whether their other half had said her evening prayers.
A shocking blunder.

Hark, listen!
You storybook characters turning up in actual life, 
How much longer will you indulge in this foolishness?
How much more of your antics are we ordered to put up with?
We are distinctly exhausted by the lot of you!

Everywhere you look – it's either a leprechaun, a dragon, or a fairy. 

And I believe O. W. Grant passed by yesterday, smoking his pipe.
They are far more troubling in reality than they ever were in the tales. 

COME ON! 

People, get closer to the truth.
You won't be able to hide away from your problems in a fictional fable. 

No one is going to ring you tomorrow to say an uncle you never met passed away and left you a million pounds.
Lift your behind and do something at long last.

Hark, listen!
You storybook characters turning up in actual life, 
How much longer will you indulge in this foolishness?
How much more of your antics are we ordered to put up with?
We are distinctly exhausted by the lot of you!

Everywhere you look – it's either a leprechaun, a dragon, or a fairy. 

And I believe O. W. Grant passed by yesterday, smoking his pipe.
They are far more troubling in reality than they ever were in the tales. 
COME ON! 


Life is, it must be said, a testing business. 
But you can turn it into a magnificent story. 
Apply a little application.
I am sure this will be successful.
Go on, you lazy creature.
Go, move forward. Get cracking.
It’s a pity I never heard this tune as a child.
Ha! 

Worse Than The Fiction.mp3

🎶 De Cimolais a Ert – Papa Boo Loo

✨ This is not a simple album. It begins with two shamanic drum pieces, BPM 176, double kick. But the structure itself is a spell:

    🔺 Triple beat (3/4): opens perception.

    🔹 Trance groove (6/8): frame drums and hand percussion.

    🔸 Powerful cycle (9/8): the door to the spirits.

The drum opens the ceremony, the door swings wide, and the dance begins. From this ritual rhythm, built on Open D tuning, we recreate the magical environment to connect with our ancestors.

🪄 The Mantra

Every track is a fractal reflection of the mantra:
 
O mama baba mama nena mama lehna
O mama baba mama nena mama lehna
O mama baba mama nena mama lehna

🌄 Baba is Ovalda, named after Mount San Osvaldo. She was my putative mother, speaking Ertano, a dialect of Ladino, very old, born in Erto, part of a magical family.

    🌿 Nena is Maddalena, her sister. We loved each other deeply, like son and mother. Tall, beautiful, green shining eyes, dark mountain skin — a woman of class and strength.

    🌙 Lehna is my daughter Lene, who died at age 11 in Milan, taken by pollution.

This album asks the world of spirits to deliver the most beautiful message to them: we never forget.
🏔️ The Place of Erto

Erto lies in Friuli Venezia Giulia, at the crossroads of three regions, yet it stands alone. Tradition says it was founded before the Roman Empire by a tribe of Cimbri women fleeing war. They found a small island in the lake and called it Eretto — “standing.”

    🔮 Refuge of prophetesses.

    🚫 Men were not welcome: violent, greedy, liars.

    🎨 Only artists were accepted: liminal beings, bridges between the realm of the dead and our world, the radio of connection.

🎤 The Production

Even though the mastering was done with Suno, we created the voices in overtuning. The producer sings with the throat technique Khoomei, perfect for this ritual sound. The result vibrates powerfully, like an ancestral call.

❤️ The Legacy

This album carries that heavy, ancient legacy. It tells my granddaughters that magic can be real — not fantasy, but memory. Memory keeps alive the magic of love.

Because at the end of the day, it is always and only a matter of love.

P.S. This work is a bridge: between Erto and America, between past and future, between the world of the living and the spirits.


Tearin' up My Heart (Radio Edit)

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