A song can tell the stories of our lives. It can enlightenus. It can tell us about ourselves. A song can beinterpreted in a way that the artist takes possessionof its soul. She makes the song her own and opens upa whole new world to the listener, a world far beyondthe original.I bring you Canto, which means both Song and I Sing, ata time when I am moving far beyond my original world.I am redening myself as a musician, as a singer, as asongwriter. As I do this, I have been helped by thecarefully chosen songs of Canto. Hours and days ofsearching, exploring listening, learning brought me tothe new but old world of these songs.Songs of a time past and of a time present. Songs bysome grand Maestri of the Cantautori (singer/songwriter)tradition. Songs by maestri in the making. Songs whichhonour a past, a tradition, but which also look to thefuture. Songs of Italy and its diaspora. Songs of NOW.Canto is not an exercise in nostalgia. It is meant toshow how transcendent a great song can be despitetimelines and language. It is meant to show the songsof my Italian culture, history, future. It is meant toshow the songs of my identity as an artist.We need to know where we have been in order toknow where we are going. Canto.

Musicians:Daniela Nardi - voice, piano (track 7)Ron Davis - piano (tracks 4, 11), organ (tracks 5, 6)Mike Downes - bassRoger Travassos - drums, percussionKevin Barrett - guitarsGabriele Mirabassi - clarinetFabrizio Bosso - trumpet, flugelhornRoberto Natullo - fluteAntonio Fresa - wurlitzer, rhodes, organ (tracks 3, 5), piano (tracks 1, 5, 6)Pino Tafuto - piano (track 3)Robertiñho Bastos - percussionMarco Pacassoni - vibes and marimbaLouis Simao - vocals (tracks 3, 7)

Horns:Gianfranco Campagnoli - trumpetAlessandro Tedesco - tromboneGaetano Campagnoli - alto saxAnnibale Guarino - tenor sax

String Ensemble: Violins: Armand Priftuli, Gennaro Cappabianca, Salvatore Lombardo, Erika Jyartas, Pasquale Murino, Giovanna Maggio, Domenico MancinoViolas: Giuseppe Navelli, Luciano BarbieriCellos: Fusco Silvano, Aurelio BertucciStrings arranged, orchestrated and conducted by Antonio FresaAssistant to Producer: Pino TafutoAll arrangements by Antonio Fresa, except Track 10 by Mike Downes

Recorded at: Revolution Recording (Toronto), MAD Entertainment (Naples), SPLASH Studios (Naples)

Engineers: Dennis Patterson (Toronto), Andrea “Andy” Cutillo (Naples), Massimo Aluzzi (Naples)

Mix: Massimo Aluzzi and Andrea Cutillo at MAD Entertainment (Naples)

Mastering: Gianluca Vaccaro at Terminal 2 (Rome)

Language coaching: Luca Marchetti, Viviana Laperchia, Pierre Ruiz Francesco Pellegrino, Annalisa Madonna, Ron Davis

Translations: Una Storia Sbagliata/A Story Gone Wrong (Daniela Nardi & Viviana Laperchia) Punto (Daniela Nardi, Gianna Patriarca, Viviana Laperchia) Dimentichiamoci/Oublions Nous (Pierre Ruiz)

Art Direction/Graphic Design: Fabio Nagarano (Toronto)

Photography: Emma-Lee (Toronto)

01. Punto L. Cherubini 4:31

02. Giovanni Telegra�sta E. Jannacci, Ricardo e Iaccobi 4:32

03. Senza Paura V. DeMoraes, Toquinho, S. Bardotti 5:35

04. Tout L’Amour P. Botkin Jr, G. A Gar�eld, P. Murtagh 3:20

05. A Story Gone Wrong (Una Storia Sbagliata) F. DeAndre, M. Bubola 8:08

06. Giudizi Universali E. Ruggeri 5:24

07. Gira e Rigira J. Barbieri 4:05

08. Beautiful That Way N. Achinoam, G. Dor, N. Piovani 4:22

09. Oublions Nous (Dimentichiamoci) T. Bungaro, Pilar, G. Romanelli, T. Canto 4:19

10. Amami Ancora D. Nardi, M. Downes, I. Patassini, A. Fresa, G. Patriarca 4:33

11. Canzone Per Te S. Endrigo, S. Bardotti 4:40

Producer: Antonio Fresa Executive Producer: Daniela Nardi

Dedicated to amore mio Ron “Ronaldino” Davis; sei il Canto dentro la mia anima

Executive Producer: Daniela Nardi

Producer: Antonio Fresa

Additional Assistance, Direction & Production: Ron Davis

Espresso Manifesto and Canto Conceived and Created by: Daniela Nardi

For more info visit: www.espresssomanifesto.com

PUNTO L. Cherubini

I’d like to give you everything I think is missingI’d like to give you everything I still don’t knowI’d like a fresh blank page in which to writeIn which to write Ti Amo, Punto

Blessed is the light that shines upon usAs you’re covered by the sheets as we make loveBlessed is this highway especially at nightWith music in my ears as I drive aloneI think of you and only you but we’ll be together soonThe pleasure that it brings when I find you thereI will wake you and kiss you then you’ll go back to sleepBut not so quickly though, not so quickly though

Blessed is that moment on that day I met youThat moment on that day when time was not on sideThe day I made the world stop its spinning‘Cause you came into my life so I changed my plansAs we slow slow quick quick slow, as our eyes meet up againThis restless tango of ours, this restless melody

Blessed is the rose, especially its thornsThat keep the fingers in a gentle holdBecause beauty is found in all that is balancedLike our story, like the story of you and meWe are the scent, we are the thorns in this fine balance that we holdThat never hurts, unless we want it toAs we slow slow quick quick slow, our eyes meet up againThis restless dance of ours, this restless melody

Jovanotti to me is the consummate pop artist. Thoughtful, prolific writer, energetic entertainer and mindful of his place in this business of music. Translating his lyrics for “Punto” into English demonstrate just how this artist’s talents transcends all language and culture boundaries, showing us just what kind of timeless masterpiece he had created.

GIOVANNI TELEGRAFISTAE. Jannacci, Ricardo, Iaccobi

Giovanni telegrafista e nulla più, stazioncina povera c’erano piu’ alberi e uccelli che persone ma aveva il cuore urgente anche senza nessuna promozione battendo, battendo su un tasto solo. Elittico da buon telegrafista, tagliando fiori, preposizioni per accorciar parole, per essere piu’ breve , nella necessita’, nella necessita’. Conobbe Alba, un Alba poco alba, neppure mattiniera, anzi mulatta che un giorno fuggi unico giorno in cui fu mattutina per andare abitare citta’ grande piena luci gioielli. Storia viva e urgente. Ah, inutili tanto alfabeto morse in mano Giovanni telegrafista, cercare cercare Alba ogni luogo provvisto telegrafo. Ah, quando l’invecchia cum est morosa urgenza Giovanni telegrafista e nulla piu’... urgente. Per le sue mani passo mondo, mondo che lo rese urgente, Crittografico, rapido, cifrato, passo’ prezzo caffe’ passo’ matrimonio Edoardo ottavo oggi duca di Windsor, passarono cavallette in Cina, passo’ sensazione di una bomba volante, passarono molte cose ma tra l’altro passo notizia matrimonio Alba con altro. Giovanni telegrafista, quello dal cuore urgente, non disse parola, solo le rondini nere senza la minima intenzione simbolica, si fermarono sul singhiozzo telegrafico Alba e’ urgente.

Enzo Jannacci was one of Italy’s most important artists, a unique interpreter and writer in the cabaret tradition. Ironic, surreal yet full of emotion, Giovanni Telegrafista is a heart breaking Coen brothers like lament of Giovanni, a telegrapher and his solitary pursuit for his love, Alba.

SENZA PAURAV. DeMoraes, Toquinho, S. Bardotti

Ma come fai quando tu sei bambino a prendere coraggio e fede nel destino se papa’ ti mette per castigo al buio poi di notte a letto “zitto che c’è il lupo, zitto che c’è il lupo, zitto che c’è il lupo” E la mamma dice “chiamo l’uomo nero chiamo il babau ti mangia tutto intero nella notte scura ti fa la puntura ti fa la puntura ti fa la puntura”

Ma passa per il buio senza paura

Poi all’improvviso ti arriva l’età di amare follemente l’uomo che non va non c’è via d’uscita né di qua né di là tuo padre griderà tua madre pregherà tua madre pregherà tua madre pregheràL’amante poi si butta giù dal fabbricato perché quello che è facile diventa complicatodato che la vita è dura che la vita è dura che la vita è dura

Ma passa per l’amore senza paura

Il pericolo c’è fa parte del gioco tu non farci caso se no vivi poco tieni sempre duro comincia di nuovo comincia di nuovo comincia di nuovoAnche per la strada tu stai rischiando stai soprappensiero stai rimuginando passa la vettura della spazzatura ed il conducente aumenta l’andatura aumenta l’andatura aumenta l’andatura

Ma va per la tua strada senza paura

Ed un bel giorno di qualunque settimana ed un bel giorno di qualunque settimana battono alla porta battono alla porta è un telegramma lei ti sta chiamando è un telegramma lei ti sta chiamandoPer uno viene presto per l’altro tardi comunque presto o tardi tranquilla e sicura viene senza avviso viene e ti cattura viene e ti cattura viene e ti cattura

Ornella Vanoni had collaborated with many writers over her career, from the great Italian writers to the Brazilians Vinicius DeMoraes and Toquinho. Together, the 3 of them put out an album in the 70’s called “La Voglia, La Pazzia, L’Incoscienza, L’Allegria” where La Vanoni selected some tracks written by DeMoraes and Toquinho, then translated them into Italian.

“Senza Paura” was translated by the incomparable

Sergio Bardotti.

TOUT L’AMOURP. Botkin Jr., G.A. Garfield, P. Murtagh

Tout l’amour que j’ai pour toiEst brulant, comme un feuIl est grand et plein d’eclatC’est si bon d’etre heureuxMes cris de joieJe te les doisCar rien pour moiN’est plus que toiMeme quand to n’es pas laTu es present, bien present

Tout l’amour que j’ai pour toiEst plus fort Je crois bien qu’il dureraPour la vie pour toujoursQuelle obsession que ma passionJe dis ton non, tout bas, tout basAu moindre bruit de tes pasMon coeur bat, mon coeur bat

Je veux crier au monde entierQue rien ne peut nous separerTout l’amour que j’ai pour toiC’est vraiment tout pour moi

Caterina Valente is a powerhouse in the Italian popular music scene. Singer, musician, songwriter, she has performed and recorded in many languages including German, Portuguese, French, English and of course Italian. This song Tout L’Amour was recorded and performed by her. It is one of those rare gems that when you find it, you want to share it with the world.

A STORY GONE WRONG (Una Storia Sbagliata)F. DeAndre, M. Bubola

It’s a story you best forgetIt’s a story you best not tellIt’s a story too hard to explainit’s a story gone wrong

It all started under the moonAnd it died on a stream of wordsIt’s a story that’s always the sameIt’s a story gone wrong

A peculiar story for everyday peopleA common story for particular peopleTell me, what else do you want from these livesNow that their hearts have touched the skyAnd all that remains are darkened edges and lines

It’s a story that was born on the fringeIt’s a story of a one night standIt’s a story that makes no senseIt’s a story gone wrongThere’s a sea at the foot of your bed

Termini station that kneels to your heartIt’s a night too troubled to sleepIt’s a night gone wrong

It’s a story that’s covered in blackIt’s a story from a Roman declineIt’s as story that’s too well disguisedIt’s a story gone wrong

E’ una storia da carabinieriE’ una storia per parruchierri It’s a story somewhat disgracedIt’s a story gone wrong

For the mark that’s been left behindThere’s no need to pretend to cryThere’s no need to ask how it wentBecause you know, it’s a story gone wrongBecause you know it’s a story gone wrongTanto lo sai, e’ una storia sbagliata

There was much controversy around the death of film director Pier Paolo Pasolini. He was outspoken when it came to his political views and his lifestyle choices. DeAndre and Bubola were commissioned by RAI to write a piece about the mystery as to how and why Pasolini died. Was he murdered due to a crime of passion? Was it a “hit”? Was he framed? An uncommon talent who led an uncommon life and left such an uncommonly powerful legacy. It is a fascinating story which needed to be told - in English. The DeAndre Foundation have approved our version of this translation, stating it is profound, moving and does a tremendous amount of respect to DeAndre, to Bubola and to the memory of Pasolini.

GIUDIZI UNIVERSALIE. Ruggeri

Troppo cerebrale per capire che si può star bene senza complicare il pane, ci si spalma sopra un bel giretto di parole vuote ma doppiateMangiati le bolle di sapone intorno al mondo e quando dormo taglia bene l’aquilone, togli la ragione e lasciami sognare, lasciami sognare in pace Liberi com’eravamo ieri, dei centimetri di libri sotto i piedi per tirare la maniglia della porta e andare fuori, come Mastroianni anni fa, come la voce guida la pubblicità ci sono stati dei momenti intensi ma li ho persi già.

Troppo cerebrale per capire che si può star bene senza calpestare il cuore ci si passa sopra almeno due o tre volte i piedi come sulle aiuole Leviamo via il tappeto e poi mettiamoci dei pattini per scivolare meglio sopra l’odioTorre di controllo, aiuto, sto finendo l’aria dentro al serbatoio

Potrei ma non voglio fidarmi di teio non ti conosco e in fondo non c’èin quello che dici qualcosa che pensisei solo la copia di mille riassuntiLeggera leggera si bagna la fiammarimane la cera e non ci sei più...

Vuoti di memoria, non c’è posto per tenere insieme tutte le puntate di una storia piccolissimo particolare, ti ho perduto senza cattiveriaMangiati le bolle di sapone intorno al mondo e quando dormo taglia bene l’aquilonetogli la ragione e lasciami sognare, lasciami sognare in pace

Libero com’ero stato ieri ho dei centimetri di cielo sotto ai piedi adesso tiro la maniglia della porta e vado fuori come Mastroianni anni fa, sono una nuvola, fra poco pioverà e non c’è niente che mi sposta o vento che mi sposterà

Potrei ma non voglio fidarmi di teio non ti conosco e in fondo non c’èin quello che dici qualcosa che pensisei solo la copia di mille riassuntiLeggera leggera si bagna la fiammarimane la cera e non ci sei più, non ci sei più, non ci sei...

Listening to Samuele Bersani sing this, you can’t help but be drawn in by the mesmerizing rhythm of the lyrics, expressing the cerebral machinations of someone who is trying to forget about a love which has fallen apart but he just can’t. And he goes over it and over it around and around in his mind to justify, to convince himself that it’s done - but it’s not. He’s in his web of thoughts, the only place where perhaps he feels safe….but not for long.

GIRA E RIGIRAJ. Barbieri

Lascio che la pioggia bagni i miei panni stesilascio cassetti aperti, ferite aperte, discorsi chiusi e non sono sicuro, non sono sicuro di meSembra di averti sempre a un palmo dal naso mentre sbucci una mela e mi ronzi intornoe non sono sicuro, non sono sicuro di me

Perché gira e rigira sei sempre qua,sempre tra i piedi ma non lo vediche giro e rigiro intorno a te:un punto debole, un punto debole per me

Ti perdi sempre in un bicchiere d’acqua,riconosco il tuo viso che, che mi toccae non sono sicuro, non sono sicuro di me

Perché gira e rigira sei sempre qua,sempre tra i piedi ma non lo vedi che giro e rigiro intorno a te,un punto debole, un punto debole per me

What originally brought me to work with my producer Antonio Fresa was the work of cantautore Joe Barbieri. His works are so romantic, with a hint of an old world charm rooted in the modern world. I wanted to do a song of Joe’s and he chose this one for me.

Beautiful That WayN. Achinoam, G. Dor, N. Piovani

Smile, without a reason why Love, as if you were a child, Smile, no matter what they tell you Don’t listen to a word they say ‘Cause life is beautiful that way

Tears, a tidal wave of tears Light, that slowly disappears Wait, before you close the curtain There is still another game to play And life is beautiful that way

Here with his eyes forevermore I will always be as close as you remember from before Now that you’re out there on your own Remember what is real and what we dream is love alone

Keep the laughter in your eyes Soon your long awaited prize We’ll forget about our sorrows And think about a brighter day Cause life is beautiful that way.

We’ll forget about our sorrows And think about a brighter day, Cause life is beautiful that way There’s still another game to play And life is beautiful that way.

Music of course was a big force in Italian Cinema. The greats as Fellini had Nino Rota or even the great works of Ennio Morricone. Film and music go hand and hand. I felt it was necessary to pay homage to the marriage of film and music with this gorgeous tune, written by the composer for “La Vita e’ Bella”, Nicola Piovani, with english lyrics by Israeli artist Noa. This is our nod to the contemporary genius, Roberto Benigni.

OUBLIONS NOUS (Dimentichiamoci)T. Bungaro, Pilar, G. Romanelli, T. Canto)

J’ai décidé de reprendre ma vieEt je dois te le direComme une feuille que le vent porte au cielFinalement je respirePirouette et glissade pour te rester fidèleJe me sens ballerineMais la distance est la meilleure amieDes amours clandestinesJ’ai parfumé les saisons de nos rêves Pour qu’un jour tu reviennesMais dans mon verger tous les fruits sont si mursQu’ils tomberont si tu trainesVoudrais-tu croire que le temps va s’arrêter ?

Bella la vita, qui meurt et qui renaitra Bella la vita, la vie c’est du bonheur qui batDans tous les sourires, et dans le désir De recommencerJe t’oublierai, tu m’oublieras, oublions toi et moi

Je ferme les yeux pour gouter ton silenceLa douleur me caresseComme un rocher qui fait face à l’immenseJ’affronte tes promessesTu étais la mer moi j’étais la tempête La lune était jalouseLe présent a perdu son air de fêteEt pris le gout du blues

La pluie qui tombe est douce sur mes lèvresEt calme la fièvre du désir que j’avais de toi La pluie qui tombe est douce sur mes lèvresEt calme la fièvre du désir que j’avais de toi De toi de toi

Tony Bungaro is one of the rising songwriting stars in Italy. He chose this song for me which was originally sung by him in Italian but we decided to translate the lyrics into french.

AMAMI ANCORAD. Nardi, M. Downes, Ilaria Patssini, A. Fresa, G. Patriarca

Come sempre ho sbagliato eCome sempre l’ho fatto con teMa sbagliare in amore e’ natural e semplicePreferisco la verita’, che ci lega e mi liberaChe puo farci voltare pagina, amami

Amami, amami ancora

La paura ora non c’e’ piu’Perche sei solamente tuIl mio primo pensiero e’ l’ultimo la seraChe scompaia la vanita’ Che confonde e dimenticaChe illude la solitudine, amami

Amami, amami ancora

Sei un sapore sulle labbraChe non svanisce maiUna canzone cosi’ dolce, che ripete le paroleSei un sapore sulle labbraChe non mi lascia maiDi nuovo ti diro’, di nuovo chiedero’

This whole journey with CANTO has been to celebrate the cantautore tradition. The great voices of a time passed as well, the great voices of a time present. Being a songwriter myself, I took great motivation and inspiration from all the melodies and songs I immersed myself in, in order to find my interpretive voice but I also wanted to lend another voice - the voice of writer. This amourous lament began with the beautiful poetry of dear friend and poet Gianna Patriarca. Then as a team, both here and in Naples, we created this piece which speaks of an unforgettable love.

CANZONE PER TES. Endrigo

La festa appena cominciata È già finita Il cielo non è più con noi Il nostro amore era l’invidia di chi è solo Era il mio orgoglio la tua allegria

È stato tanto grande e ormai Non sa morire Per questo canto e canto te La solitudine che tu mi hai regalato Io la coltivo come un fiore

Chissà se finirà Se un nuovo sogno la mia mano prenderà Se a un’altra io dirò Le cose che dicevo a te

Ma oggi devo dire che Ti voglio bene Per questo canto e canto te È stato tanto grande e ormai non sa morire Per questo canto e canto te

The gorgeous haunting lament by Sergio Endrigo. The simplicity and the heart wrenching beauty. A Song for You. A true classic. A timeless classic. And the way to come full circle for an album such as this one dedicated to the great writers of the Italian cantautori tradition and the singers who brought those songs to life - of a time past and a time present.

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