Here it is Thanksgiving Day, and I found a few extra minutes, so I thought, why not share them with my Il Volo Family! These last few months while I’ve been busy writing, I’ve been following Daniela Perani’s stories. I am so thankful to her for keeping us all up to date with the goings on of the guys.

When I read the article that Daniela translated this week about Piero by Irene Carmina in La Repubblica I got to thinking it’s been quite sometime since I wrote the early stories of the guys. So, I went back to Through the Fields of My Mind and found a beautiful story which talks a lot about what Piero is talking about in the article.

Piero is a great storyteller! In his stories he recalls every detail. He makes you feel like you’re a part of his story. When the story is over you know the event as it happened and there is nothing more for you to know. He’s told it all. He is very sensitive and very emotional when he speaks about his childhood and his family.

So, without further ado, let us begin with Episode One of Piero’s Story in the courtyard of the town square of Naro….

The heat of the day has passed, and the time of rest is over and it’s time for people to come out into the square. On the bench nearby are old men. Piero is playing soccer with his friends. They are playing with his SUPER TELE (a plastic football). The ball flies off in the direction of the old men and they shout, “Slow with the ball or we will cut it.” The old men frighten Piero with their threat.

 

My name is Piero Barone. I was born on June 24, 1993, in the Sicilian city of Naro. What can I tell you about Naro? For me, it is the most beautiful city in the world! There are dozens of baroque churches and above the city the Chiaramonte castle. Below the castle is the beautiful Valle del Paradiso with its green pastures and the green sea that separates Naro from the real sea… and there’s the Spring Festival Narese!

Piero would gather with his friends in the afternoon and usually they played until ten in the evening but there was always the fear that the old men would pierce the ball. Piero said, Five or six years have passed since the old men scared me. The old men are still on the bench but now when they see me, they come to meet me, to greet me. Before, they scared me, and now they hug me and have that look of being proud and moved. It’s too strong for me! Yet, I still can’t explain why I become ‘weak inside’ when I see them.

The truth is, I’m still that kid with his SUPER TELE.

I think it is an effort to remember when we were young. We were young the day before yesterday. In fact, all three of us, feel that time has run too fast. Yesterday we were children, and, in a moment, we found ourselves grown up with a great job to carry on. Its’ the most beautiful job in the world, what we dreamed and desired, but the truth is that none of us really imagined what would happen.

I remember in detail the years from one to fourteen. Details like how many euros of gasoline I put in my motorbike. That would be 10. Or how much gasoline I consumed each day.

I recall for a few months, during the summer, when I was nine years old, I went to work in my father’s body shop but because I had bad allergies and asthma I was not able to deal with the paints and powders so the decision was made that I would go to work in my uncle Angelo’s (my mother’s brother) mechanic shop which was just in front of my father’s shop. I clearly recall, at half past ten, on time, my uncle gave me two euros and I went to buy a sandwich at the supermarket. The sandwich was ham and provolone. How good was that sandwich!

To Piero, these are things that have remained in his head and will not go away. Piero recalls a morning in 2001 when….

At eight o’clock, as I was getting ready to go to school, a phone call arrived, my grandfather Francesco, my paternal grandfather, died. I was small, but the pain was great because I always had a wonderful relationship with my paternal grandparents. These are the sad things that remain in my head and will not go away.

Piero’s grandmother Graziella was always proud of what Piero’s father had done in life and she is so proud of what her grandchildren do today. In moments of happiness Piero’s thoughts go to his grandfather Ciccio. He recalls his father saying, “What a disappointment that his grandfather did not get to enjoy all the beautiful things that have happened to him.”

What does Piero say about all of this …when you love a person, that good remains inside you, you cannot forget it anymore.

What I’ve done in the last five or six years, I tend to forget. Not because I’m not happy to have done it, contrary, I am, very, happy. It’s to have the life I have and have a dream come true: living with music was all I wanted.

Piero recalls a very sweet memory….

When I was a child, I visited my father’s body shop. The shop was very big and was full of cars and lots of noise. This was my ‘first stage.’ I was not yet four years old, and I was starting to sing. My father lifted me up and placed me on the hood of a car that was jacked up and I immediately began to sing. The people in front of the shop looked out. Slowly one after another, they came out. I remember them, they stood there listening to me, their heads popping out of the door and, I sang and, it was the most natural thing in the world for me!

But what remains in Piero’s heart is what he calls the “campaign” of his grandparents.

How do I explain this campaign? I think ‘Campaign’ and I think ‘family’ a couple that cannot be divided.

Piero compares this campaign to his mother, Elenora, and his father, Gaetano. He sees their marriage as an example of love that he hopes to one day share with someone. Piero says, I want someone with whom I can carry on that love that is so great even in times of difficulty. But he is not naïve about love. He knows that in most families there are obstacles. He recalls, I happened to see some quarrels between my parents and, I did not understand. However, all things worked out and the two returned to be more united than before.

Perhaps the worse moment was when my mother had serious health problems. My parents left me and my brother with my grandparents and my father took my mother to Milan for treatment. They were always united and always facing difficulties together. A ‘campaign!’

My brother and sister and I are three pieces that cannot be divided. The oldest is Francesco he is 17 months older than me. I am very proud of my brother. Francesco graduated cum laude in Literature in 2015. I am very proud that he is working hard for his future. If he wanted to, he could travel the world with me, work with me. But, no, he wants to be known as Francesco Barone and not Piero’s brother and that’s why I respect him so much. I have realized my dream and he wants to make his own.

Piero and Francesco resemble each other and when they were young their mother dressed them as twins. Piero say, I tell you the same: same shoes, same pants, same shirt, we looked like twins. Everyone thought we were twins.

And then there is Mariagrazia. She is six years younger than Piero and he says, I love her endlessly. While she was in high school, she lived at home with her parents. Piero regrets he doesn’t see her very often and he says, I am sorry because I miss her very much. Although the three do not see each other often, Piero says, Francesco and Mariagrazia are my friends, the people I trust and with whom I confess, me.

I am proud to say mine is a real Sicilian family, one of those that on Sundays reunites at the grand house, the grandparent’s house. There are great lunches from the first to the sweets, things so good that you cannot even imagine them. And the saga continues, when summer arrives and, everyone moves to the countryside.

From the time I was one until I was thirteen, I spent every summer at my grandparent’s house. And who was there with me, my grandparents and my great-grandmother Lina (my grandmother’s mother). I swear, they were perhaps the most beautiful days of my life, and I will never forget them.

Piero’s grandfather Pietro, his mother’s father, had made a campaign with his hands. He built it all, the house, the plants, the land, everything.

I could not wait for it to be Saturday morning when we lit the wood burning oven. I went to collect wood around the ground, I helped to light the fire, and I helped to take out the pizza. In addition to pizza, we did ‘u pani impurnatu’, which is bread baked in the oven. How good it was! It kept that good taste all week. The week passed and the next Saturday we started over again. The bread was beautiful, warm and fragrant. We also made the ‘impanate’ which are rolls of pizza dough with vegetables inside, a typical dish of my area. In short, I ate a lot of good things and it was visible. (I was really fat.)

The ‘campaign’ was also the kingdom of my minicross. I always had a passion for motorcycles and cars. And at age six or seven my father gave me a minicross. It is a cross-country minimoto, but without the gears. Why did I tell you that I spent the best time of my life in the country because I was there with my minicross!

I have lived the most beautiful adventures in the garden of the Riolo family?

The neighbors in the countryside were the Riolo family. They were the owners of the villa that was right next to Piero’s grandfather’s house. They were the richest family in the country. They lived in Agrigento and since they only came to the villa once a month, the marvelous orchard that surrounded it was practically abandoned.

What was I doing then? I took the minicross, my grandmother would sit back, and we would get into what we called ‘a stradella pi ‘Riola’, the road of the Riolo. Their gardens were full of very beautiful fruits trees. The Riolo’s knew of the raids. My grandmother, Rina, told them that we went to collect the fruit and they gave her permission to do so. My grandfather had worked for Mr. Riolo for many years and they were family friends. But for me, what was I doing I was going to ‘steal,’ it was a secret.

There were no fences, so you could enter from anywhere. The fact that we entered through the gate in the saddle of the minicross gave me the feeling of really doing something dangerous and secret.

Grandma, where are we going? I said, even before finishing the road.

“Lemon trees” she answered.

Here we go! And off we go to fill the bag of lemons.

Grandma, where are we going now?

Pear trees. And off we go to fill the pear bag.

There were peaches, plums, there were fruits of all kinds.

One day, the Riolo’s came to the countryside with us and they carried a bag of small, round, burgundy fruits. I asked Mr. Riolo, what are these things? I had never seen them before. They tasted very good, very soft, very sweet. They were jujubes.

Where did you get them? I asked.

“There are many trees like this,” Mr. Riolo said. And while Mr. Riolo explained it to me, I already saw myself under the tree picking up the jujubes

But how did we get the bags home? I put a broomstick on the handlebars of my minicross, we hung the bags on both sides and we walked.

Also, on the ground were walnuts and prickly pears. We picked up the prickly pears, and then with my great-grandmother we peeled them, she cleaned them without even putting on her gloves, at the end she scraped away the thorns from her hands with the knife, rinsed herself with water, all right.

In the countryside there were almonds. My aunt Lucia, my grandmother’s sister, had them on her land, and in the second half of August she had a ‘cugliuta di mennule’ (almond harvest). There were always two, three huge bags to be shared for the whole family.

Who peeled those almonds? My great-grandmother. Stone fingers, tac, tac, tac. And after who divided the almonds from the skins? I. So, my grandma tac, tac, tac, and I divided. An assembly line!

This was what happened to us in the countryside. They are images that I will never forget.

So, we leave Piero chopping almonds with his great-grandmother and we go back up “a stradella pi ‘Riola” and wait for Piero to arrive at Ti Lascio Una Canzone.

So that ends Piero’s Story for today.

But before I end the story, I want you to listen to this video. This was a recording session with Placido Domingo!

What I love about this video is the sweetness and sincerity of these young men. Their voices at such a young age were phenomenal! And listen to them speak. Very intelligent – intelligence beyond their years. You feel their voices because they feel their voices in their hearts, and they express that love to us in every song!  And now fifteen years later, that love, that feeling they express in songs remains and, in fact, it has become their signature. Amazing young men!

Join me next time as I go back Through the Fields of My Mind and open the door to a new adventure!

I want to wish all my Il Volo Family a very Happy and Holy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your family! Enjoy your turkey! And to our guys I wish you could share our wonderful Thanksgiving tradition! Have a happy Day!

You can read the article about Piero from La Repubblica translated by Daniela on the Il Volo Flight Crew website. http://www.ilvoloflightcrw.com

What I have written are excerpts from the book the guys wrote about their lives. “Il Volo, Un’avventura Straordinario, La Nostra Storia.” (An Extraordinary Adventure, Our Story) This is just a small piece of Piero’s story. The book is written in Italian. If you can read Italian, I would highly recommend that you read it. It’s wonderful! If not, I can only hope that someday it will be translated into English. Or you can use Google Translate to translate it.

I also recommend you read their second book “IL Volo: Quello Che Porto Nel Cuore” (What I Carry in My Heart).

And let’s not forget the new album.  On November 29th the International Edition of “Ad Astra” will be out.

Credit to owners of photos and videos.