Probably someone will ask: yet another recording of funeral marches of Molfetta? I think it's not just another one, but instead, the natural consequence of...

Probably someone will ask: yet another recording of funeral marches of Molfetta? I think it's not just another one, but instead, the natural consequence of a strange recording project expanded over time, which, taking the ranks from vinyl, makes this musical “town” language evermore alive and fresh. The musical language of the funeral marches of Molfetta is an integral part of the vernacular; it has the power, in sound and word, to rejoin the past to the present, it helps us not to lose, in a time of noise and disruption of all kinds, our roots, allowing us to live in full awareness of the present. ''There are certain moments in life that, talking place in the prestige of the most varied poetry, connect so tenaciously to the soul, that with the passing of time, it is in futile to erase''. With these words Giacinto Poli was beginning 'Una processione del Venerdì Santo', published in Naples in 1851 and written with a poetic and passionate prose. The narrative, almost like a wavering and sad processional stride, oscillates between introspection and the description and allows the reader to experience the frame of mind of the writer and the emotions of marred events.