THE RAGE AND THE FOG - How it was born

It starts again from the work trip in Genoa about which I told you in HOW FACCIA A TERRA WAS BORN. The day after I woke up with an even bigger steady spot in the central part of my left eye and with an even foggier vision than the day before.

As soon as I could, I informed the Guardian Angels that deal with my travel buddy about the "news" and I organized an urgent appointment with an ophthalmologist.

The day passed by under Genoa’s sun befogged by my thoughts and by the spot in my left eye that was slowly growing. I decided to go on not saying anything to anybody, I can't share anything with anybody else until I know exactly what it is about.

In the evening, as it happened the day before, I found myself in the hotel room writing my thoughts.

It was clear to me that I was going to take a new road, a road that I didn't know where it was bringing me but, for sure, somehow somewhere. This is how the verses of THE RAGE AND THE FOG were born. I wrote all the lyrics that evening except for the last verse, added a couple of months later when I had become used to seeing the world in a new way and with only one eye.