We came here to play some music!
We came here to sing together!
Folk music is not pop. Folk music is rock before rock. It is the soul of the people.
Festivals in the squares, celebrations in homes, in farmhouses, and near remote shrines. Tarantellas, sacred and profane, pizzica pizzica, folk songs and tammurriate. Wine, fire and drums, bagpipes and accordions. Places, but above all people and encounters.
You soon realize that within those celebrations, those sounds, those songs, and those dances lies a cultural heritage of inestimable value, waiting to be known and admired. Nothing is random. Every gesture, every dance step, and every verse sung and played carries within it the story of the community that lives it.
You only need to dive in headfirst to discover a world so rich and diverse that it leaves you amazed. A world that exists because it has been passed down for centuries through oral tradition, from generation to generation. And in the blink of an eye, you already feel part of those traditions, to the point that you can no longer help but take part in keeping that treasure alive.
