A hand touches mine. Her eyes are red but she is smiling: “Put on the song. I want to listen.” The song replaces her mother. It gives shelter, hope and protection.
You are at the American War Museum with your daughter. Same age as your brother was back then. No life and death decisions in her life.
Then, in a most respectful and mournful voice they started singing. It was a song based on a true event from the Easter Uprising of 1916 which marries the personal to the political, the blood of resistance to the marrow of love.
In the blue cloudless sky something caught my eye. At a really high altitude was something - metallic silver. It was glinting in the morning sun and moving very slowly.
Le mie memorie in relazione alla musica di mio padre, ebbe inizio quando avevo circa tre anni. Abitiamo in una casa in affitto durante il periodo del dopoguerra, scarsamente ammobiliata, ma allo stesso tempo dava un senso d’abbondanza.
Lucia Nardo A recording studio in Altona North. March 2007 I spend the session at the mixing desk, watching Dad in the recording booth, reflecting on the importance of his music to our family’s identity. It’s been the soundtrack to my entire life.