I was born exactly 10 years after the launch of “ Animals” in 1977,  Pink Floid’s famous album. On its cover was a pink pig, floating in the air between the two smokestacks of one of the most pulsing engines of the London of the last century: the battersea Power station, the famous thermostatic station located along the south shore of the Thames which fully showcases british architectural style of the early 90s. Its characteristic red bricks give the structure that special charm and, at times, mystery. From victoria station in one of those gray and gloomy days when the rain accompanies each step and runs down the southwest train windows, while the train leaves the station’s platform heading towards clapham junction. Astonishment took over at the sight of that enormous monument made of the most simple structure yet sturdy and deeply connected to the roots of  psychedelic rock after the media success of London’s most popular music band.  The station was closed at the beginning of the 80s and has not operated since then.
Nonetheless, london’s magic can keep that memory alive and enlarges the memory of the ones who look at those times with nostalgia. After 20 years from the last Pink Floyd’s album, the division Bell, it all came to full circle in 2014, after the launch of The endless river, a collection of unpublished and unplugged songs. David Gilmour’s spectral riffs captivates you while the soft sound of guitar bridges the gap between that era which has ended  a while ago, an era to which unfortunately I never belonged, and the uncertain present. I decided to go back to those places, trying to capture a moment that may hold this entire time frame. I get on the tube towards victoria station and from there I head to Vayxhall, while the chiming of the Time echoes in my ears to witness the returning of the past leading my way towards the battersea station during an afternoon in November.

From victoria station in one of those gray and gloomy days when the rain accompanies each step and runs down the southwest train windows, while the train leaves the station’s platform heading towards clapham junction.

Differently from the first time the sun mirrors along the Thames, and I get lost amongst the lights of the dusk while the moon, on the other side, makes its way into the sky at night. I enjoy this view and let the words of the song “Comfortably numb” take over.  It’s the effect of the music along with the magic of this city to make it possible for you to re-live the glorious and long gone past, to immerge in that perfect mixture of art, music and the raging voices of protest and evasion from the schemes.
The wind becomes frozen, in the electric air the notes of Shine on you crazy diamond resonate, while the sun fades away behind the horizon, beyond the running  of the “infinite lake”, in presence of the towers of the buttersea station, unquestioned symbol of that rock nostalgia.   I was born exactly 10 years after the launch of “ Animals” in 1977,  Pink Floid’s famous album. On its cover was a pink pig, floating in the air between the two smokestacks of one of the most pulsing engines of the London of the last century: the battersea Power station, the famous thermostatic station located along the south shore of the Thames which fully showcases british architectural style of the early 90s. Its characteristic red bricks give the structure that special charm and, at times, mystery.
From victoria station in one of those gray and gloomy days when the rain accompanies each step and runs down the southwest train windows, while the train leaves the station’s platform heading towards clapham junction. Astonishment took over at the sight of that enormous monument made of the most simple structure yet sturdy and deeply connected to the roots of  psychedelic rock after the media success of London’s most popular music band.  The station was closed at the beginning of the 80s and has not operated since then.
Nonetheless, london’s magic can keep that memory alive and enlarges the memory of the ones who look at those times with nostalgia. After 20 years from the last Pink Floyd’s album, the division Bell, it all came to full circle in 2014, after the launch of The endless river, a collection of unpublished and unplugged songs. David Gilmour’s spectral riffs captivates you while the soft sound of guitar bridges the gap between that era which has ended  a while ago, an era to which unfortunately I never belonged, and the uncertain present. I decided to go back to those places, trying to capture a moment that may hold this entire time frame. I get on the tube towards victoria station and from there I head to Vayxhall, while the chiming of the Time echoes in my ears to witness the returning of the past leading my way towards the battersea station during an afternoon in November. Differently from the first time the sun mirrors along the Thames, and I get lost amongst the lights of the dusk while the moon, on the other side, makes its way into the sky at night. I enjoy this view and let the words of the song “Comfortably numb” take over.  It’s the effect of the music along with the magic of this city to make it possible for you to re-live the glorious and long gone past, to immerge in that perfect mixture of art, music and the raging voices of protest and evasion from the schemes. The wind becomes frozen, in the electric air the notes of Shine on you crazy diamond resonate, while the sun fades away behind the horizon, beyond the running  of the “infinite lake”, in presence of the towers of the buttersea station, unquestioned symbol of that rock nostalgia.


Sarei nato esattamente 10 anni dopo l’uscita di Animals, celebre album dei Pink Floyd del 1977 la cui copertina raffigurava un maiale rosa, sospeso in aria tra le due ciminiere di uno dei motori pulsanti della Londra del secolo scorso: la Battersea Power Station,  la famosa centrale termoelettrica situata lungo la riva sud del tamigi che riflette in pieno  lo stile British del primo Novecento,  con I classici mattoncini rossi a definire l’intera struttura e a renderla ancora piu affascinante e talvolta anche misteriosa.  E cosi, da Victoria Station, in una di quelle tipiche giornate grige e uggiose, dove la pioggia accompagna I tuoi passi e riga I vetri del treno  della Southwest che si allontana dalla banchina in direzione Clapham Junction, lo stupore prevalse nel vedere per la prima volta questo enorme monumento di semplicissima fattura produttiva  ma ben saldo nelle radici del rock psichedelico dopo il grande successo mediatico del gruppo Londinese.  La centrale fu dismessa agli inizi degli anni 80 e da allora e’ rimasta inattiva.
Tuttavia, la magia di Londra tiene sempre vivo il ricordo e allunga la memoria dei nostalgici, e cosi, a vent’anni dall ultimo album dei Pink Floyd, the Division Bell, la chiusura del cerchio avviene nel 2014, con l’uscita di The Endless River, raccolta di inediti a base strumentale dove e’ facile farsi avvolgere dai riff spettrali di David Gilmour e abbandonarsi a quel suono morbido della chitarra  che fa da ponte tra un’epoca chiusasi ormai da tempo e della quale, ahime, non ne ho fatto direttamente parte, e il presente ancora piu incerto. 

E cosi, da Victoria Station, in una di quelle tipiche giornate grige e uggiose, dove la pioggia accompagna I tuoi passi e riga I vetri del treno  della Southwest che si allontana dalla banchina in direzione Clapham Junction...


Decido cosi di tornare su quei luoghi, cercando di catturare un momento che possa racchiudere questo arco temporale; salto nella tube in direzione Victoria Station e da li riparto per Vauxhall, mentre nelle orecchie risuoano I rintocchi di Time come a testimoniare un ritorno al passato che segna il mio cammino sul walk verso la Battersea Station in un pomeriggio di novembre. 
A differenza della prima volta, il sole si riflette lungo il Tamigi e mi perdo nelle luci del tramonto mentre la luna, dall’altro lato, si fa largo nel cielo della notte. Mi godo lo spettacolo e mi faccio trasportare dalle parole di Confortably numb.  E’ l’effetto della musica unito alla magia della city, riuscire a rivivere epoche lontane e immergersi in quel mix fatto di arte, musica, voci di protesta e evasione dagli schemi. 
Il vento diventa gelido, nell’aria elettrica echeggiano le note di “Shine on you Crazy Diamond”, mentre il sole sta per perdersi dietro l’orizzonte, oltre lo scorrere del “il fiume infinito” , al cospetto delle torri della Battersea Station, simbolo indiscusso dei nostalgici del rock.