Zanna Records Spaghetti Western Music

 An Italian Kid, a Desert, and a Debt to the Maestro. I was born in Italy, where the western was never really about America. It was about silence. About a man walking into an empty frame while the music told you everything the dialogue would not. Ennio Morricone taught an entire generation of Italians that a landscape could sing. He scored deserts he had barely seen — most of those films were shot in Almería, Spain, standing in for Arizona and Texas. The dust was Spanish. The myth was American. The music was Italian. 

 I moved to the United States in 1998. Today I write from an off-grid ranch in eastern Arizona — solar panels, a well, twenty-odd acres of juniper, and a horizon that goes on until it stops meaning anything. 

 The landscape Morricone imagined is the one outside my window. These tracks are what came out of that.