Ludovico Einaudi – My London Memories
My love affair with the music of Ludovico Einaudi began eleven years ago, when we moved to London. It was an artistic love at first sight when I tuned in to Classic Fm Radio and heard his musical creations for the first time. Einaudi was already a very known figure in the UK but quite unfamiliar to me, so it was easy for him to sweep me away with his marvellous piano fantasies. I absolutely adored his modern take on classical music, downright sensual and sexy at the same time.
What started out as a simple attraction soon turned into quite an obsession. I would buy all his albums, play them hour after hour, until I began to compose piano pieces myself based on his melodies. In fact, my inclination went that far that I went to see him personally backstage after a concert in the Royal Albert Hall in London, after having bribed a member of backstage staff with my blonde locks charm.
Once the composer signed an autograph, my love for him was sealed. I went home with a little piece of him in writing, from the very person I admire so much.
I think of this moment every time I play my favourite song of his Primavera on my cherished piano. And it never fails to give me goosebumps, even after such a long time.