No one like Daniele Baldelli embodies the golden age of disco in Italy, meant both as a genre as much as a physical place; when Italy stood out as an absolute leader in both, when the whole concept of “discotheque” implied majestic architectures, mighty, destabilizing structures, a series of celestial clashes among Frank Lloyd Wright, Frank Gehry and Escher, places that quickly became cathedrals. At the end of the ’70s he started out at Baia degli Angeli in Gabicce, literally a stone’s throw from Cattolica, where he was born and lives to this day; then explodes at Cosmic, in Lasize, on the shores of Lago di Garda, shaping its identity as well as a whole new way of coinceiving dance music, bringing it to a level that since then, apart from the original, knows only pale attempts at imitation. A planet of which Baldelli is the only architect, where music does not know fences or divisions of any kind, time loses its joint, becomes a meaningless variable, the sound, a single flow without barriers or boundaries. With Baldelli at the controls, it’s still like this: kraut rock, world music, free form, dance, records played at the wrong speed to shape his trip, for which the definition “cosmic sound” was coined, because it sounds like anyone else, nothing else. He changed history.