Gigi Masin on Fascinoma (1999)

I don't know why, but it’s that feeling of wind and sand in my hands that his music always reminds me of, traces of the infinite and eternal, surprising but so unexpected. Exploring worlds painted in a pentagram, it has always filled me with poetry and wisdom, cheeky but respectful, in love with the worlds he is sharing. But Fascinoma is much beyond that... it’s a silence of souls, as if to tell you ‘Hey guy, you know I’m tired of running around after you, it's time to sit down and listen carefully to what I have to say about you.” Fascinoma is a mirror, the home of a globetrotter where there are only a few things, not trophies but memories collected with respect and love, a request to stop, breath and listen, and let the music spill all its magic. Fusion? Cool jazz? What? The language that is spoken here is the sigh of time and life, no trick and no deception. Every second here is a particle of infinity, no way out…