In German language the words Geschichte - Gedicht - Gesicht, even with a similar assonance, have three different meanings: history, poem and face. Allowing myself the privilege to play with these words, I assume that history is a poem written on man's face.
The music I created follows the steps of this man, becomes his shadow and gives us a glimpse of his history, blending it with the stories of others. Watermouth is the soundtrack of this journey, the meeting of a man with the poem which his life is composed by: no matter where he comes from or where he goes to: just like a blow or a river.
Watermouth has been created and produced by Louis DeCicco during the year 2016 between Berlin and the countryside of Benevento. The atmospheres reflect the environment of these two places and create a trait-d'union between two different solitudes.
From the field recordings to the daily-life objects, passing through noisy drums, slide guitars, old flutes from the Balcans, african mbira, chinese Kou Xiang, samplers, synthesizers etc... each instrument is played in order to disclose his hypnotic and ancestral sense and stimulate the hidden imagination of people.
Louis DeCicco (real name Luigi De Cicco), born on 5th May many years ago, still alive. I 've played blues since the first time my hand picked up a guitar: since then I got only problems, even increased after my Bachelor degree in literature. This time was characterized by the discovery of jazz-music, pizza-fritta and menage-a-trois.
I began to attend several masterclasses held by the so-called maestro:(I gotta say, nobody knows its plural : maestri...) they gave me some knowledgement about the music, but no one told me about earning money WITH music, that's a pity. Anyway, I was in Napoli at that time and I loved the city so much, my friends were generous with me, every day was a God's blessing, so I decided immediately to move to another city.
In Berlin I achieved success in the following things:
- Forgot all the things I learned from the previous life
- Quit smoking
- Have enrolled on a physical-theater course
changed name and... no, I don't have that shitty photo of me in front of Berlin wall where Breznev kisses Honecker.