I had a bit of a lie in on the Sunday morning. Stefano's flat is south facing directly over the Mediteranean .. or The Tireno Sea, as this area of the Mediteranean is called.
After coffee we got ready for our rehearsal which was to be in a recording studio in the old port district of Genoa. We went to the railway station (a very short walk), had a coffee and took the 14.30 train for Genoa centre. Erika also boarded the train at one of the stations en route. In the city we walked slowly down to the old port, there we met Guido and wandered on to the studio. A lot of old warehouses in Porto Antico have been converted to shops, studios, a conference centre, restaurants etc. At the studio we met the fifth member of the group, Marco Tindiglia. Marco, guitarist, is also Artistic Director of the studio "GEZMATAZ" in Porto Antico.
So, the line up for the concert on Wednesday, 4 November at 'Palazzo Rosso' will be:
Stefano violin; Guido viola; Marco guitar, Erika (Dagnino) voice and myself on baritone sax and tarogato. We had a good rehearsal till about 7.00pm; the music, by Stefano, is six pieces based on the works of 17th century Genovese composers. The concert is entitled ' Improviso Barocco'. The poems which this music accompanies will be composed and read by Erika.
After rehearsal we tried out the Genovese subway - quite impressive, back to mainline station and train to Cogoleto. A couple of negronis in the American Bar and the Fifth Element then back to flat to enjoy Stefano's home made minestone and some nice wines.
On Monday it rained all day. We visited the local vinateka where the manager, Christian, suggested we should taste all the red wines he had .. so we did. We selected 3 bottles for home, he would not accept payment .. nice guy, must go there again! A bit more shopping for the essentials, then a couple of negronis in The Fig Tree - Stefano asked them to make the second one a bit stronger .. it was! Home again for a great chicken curry by Erika and Stefano.
Back to hot and sunny on Tuesday; S & E up early, Erika teaching and Stefano going to Genoa to collect a speaker for Thursday. He called me to say he had found some fresh fish and did I fancy it for dinner .. why not? His call got me out of bed - it was almost noon anyway. I went for a long walk along the coast.
The coast looking west into the afternoon sun.
After concert supper in the old cotton warehouse in Porto Antico.
Thursday we had our last gig, at The Fifth Element. A trio of Stefano, electric bassist Andrea Rossi Andrea from Vicenza and myself.
I think it went well - I remember having some drinks and then getting out of bed on Friday - a bit fragile, staggered around drinking coffee and packing the baritone in time to take the taxi we had booked.

MANAGERESS ANTONIA


ANDREA'S GIRLFRIEND FRANCESCA

So, I made it for the taxi, left Stefano's apartment at noon, arrived Abingdon 11 hours later - delays at Rome and at Heathrow, waiting for my sax that never arrived.
On Monday it rained all day. We visited the local vinateka where the manager, Christian, suggested we should taste all the red wines he had .. so we did. We selected 3 bottles for home, he would not accept payment .. nice guy, must go there again! A bit more shopping for the essentials, then a couple of negronis in The Fig Tree - Stefano asked them to make the second one a bit stronger .. it was! Home again for a great chicken curry by Erika and Stefano.
Back to hot and sunny on Tuesday; S & E up early, Erika teaching and Stefano going to Genoa to collect a speaker for Thursday. He called me to say he had found some fresh fish and did I fancy it for dinner .. why not? His call got me out of bed - it was almost noon anyway. I went for a long walk along the coast.
The coast looking west into the afternoon sun.The fish turned out to be seppia = cuttlefish, cooked Genovese style with potatoes and garlic.
Thursday we had our last gig, at The Fifth Element. A trio of Stefano, electric bassist Andrea Rossi Andrea from Vicenza and myself.
I think it went well - I remember having some drinks and then getting out of bed on Friday - a bit fragile, staggered around drinking coffee and packing the baritone in time to take the taxi we had booked.

So, I made it for the taxi, left Stefano's apartment at noon, arrived Abingdon 11 hours later - delays at Rome and at Heathrow, waiting for my sax that never arrived.







































