“Trailblazing… World Music did not exist when Antoni O’ began his musical journey. He was the first to combine Flamenco, Basque, Arabic and Irish elements…
“Si è rimasti con il fiato sospeso nel sentire con quale maestria questo pianista riuscisse a plasmare ed a possedere generi musicali appartenenti…Reviews
“Trailblazing… World Music did not exist when Antoni O’ began his musical journey. He was the first to combine Flamenco, Basque, Arabic and Irish elements, his virtuoso jazz-style piano uniting these traditions in remarkably original compositions …he gave the key structures to the show Riverdance”
“A genius.One of the most innovative composers working in any contemporary music”
“His music is a caress that obliges us to feel human at least for a few moments”
“Long predates Riverdance”
“Poet of the Music”
“Against the uniformity and stupidity of most of today’s music without memory, as Milan Kundera defines it, the flag of Antoni O’ is raised: the hopeful witness of a personal and meaningful work”
“Ahead of his time…in 1979 Antoni O’ released a track called Sunrise, some of wich sounds almost exactly like Riverdance”
“That extraordinary Italian pianist Antoni O’Breskey was playing the kind of jazz/traditional mix popularised by Micheal O’ Suilleabhain before must of us had even begun to try to spell the Corkman’s name!”
“One of the most exciting sounds we have heard in years”
“A living monument to ethnic music”
“The last druid after the fall of Atlantis”
“He is able to gather in his poetic imagination a glimpse of what the future may hold”
“He vanishes each morning
at the first rays of dawn
and re-emerges at night
amid the myriad worlds
that emanate from his piano.
Antonio Breschi
is back in Madrid.
This Italian who loves
to be Etruscan,
this Etruscan
who sees himself
in the Irish countryside
distilling his whisky at
sunset,
this Irishman who aspires
to be a shepherd singing
on the rocks
of Mount Txindoki,
this Basque
intoxicated with
the heartfelt lustre of gypsy
song…The Crusoe of every
desert island, in search
of impossible Edens following
the trail of lone seagulls.
A visionary musician who
reconstructs the remnants of
distant shipwrecks
and transforms
them into music,
shouts,
silences.
A messenger from
impossible battles,
a Florentine without a
homeland, his voyaging
ship runs
aground in a city
without seas and here
amid the
smoke and beer
of the pubs,
seas and sirens
are created, magic stones
and ancestral vision pass
through his piano…
to us inland
urban dwellers
infinite adventures
open up
for a moment,
the unbounded ocean, the
tumults of the soul.
Antonio Breschi is back
in this city that we have
navigated to its
darkest dives;
in this city full
of life ‘til dawn, of love on
the metro, of song in the
frail light of daybreak,
of shadow and the dark
glances of girls…
He is back in Madrid
to enchant us
with the unthinkable
dreams of a
sublime dreamer.
Beneath his beard
is hidden the
full-bodied
voice of distance;
beneath his
Basque
peasant cap
there are
Mediterranean
nymphs
and the
depth of
his eyes hides
the ritual
dances
of the Celts…
The delirious
sailing of
Antonio
Breschi,
a sailor of the
earth for those
who still
believe in
buried
treasure.”