"Crosswords" by Alex Cross, it’s out today

.C., known artistically as Alex Cross, is a composer, producer, and guitar performer. Born in Rome, he embarked on a musical journey that transcended borders, living in various countries across Europe and America. Along the way, he absorbed diverse cultures and musical styles enriching his creative palette.

After years of composing and performing abroad, Alex Cross recently conceived the idea to unite music masters and friends from around the world. Under his guidance, they would interpret the melodies he crafted during his travels.

Alex Cross’s musical project centers around a captivating trilogy album titled “Stories from Life”. This trilogy unfolds across three distinct chapters: “Crosswords”: In this initial chapter, Alex collaborates with international artists such as Claudio Pietronik, Loida Liuzzi, Pascal Caraballo, Rafael Suncar, and Ivanova Casimiro.

As we progress through the trilogy, more talents will join this creative journey in the following chapters called “Hearts” and “Unity”. Each album weaves a unique narrative where listeners are invited on a cyclical voyage, mirroring the ebb and flow of life itself.

Alex Cross’s compositions serve as elegies, celebrating life through the universal language of music. His craftsmanship extends to performances and recording standards, ensuring the heartfelt transmission of emotions to listeners. The prism of musical genres he explores is unified by a singular approach: storytelling.

Immerse yourself in this rich tapestry of sounds, where boundaries dissolve, and the human experience resonates deeply. But the journey doesn’t end there: visual arts also play an integral role. Talented art designers contribute to enhancing the project’s visual dimension, creating an immersive artistic encounter.

Alex Cross invites us to explore, listen, and feel a harmonious fusion of music and heartfelt expressions.

Songs description:

Old Tapes

a haunting rock ballad that echoes through the corridors of memory, pays homage to the classic rock music of yesteryears. Its notes, like faded photographs, capture the essence of vinyl records and dusty cassette tapes.

Picture a dimly lit room, adorned with posters of legendary bands. The air carries the scent of nostalgia—a blend of aged leather jackets and crackling vinyl. The guitar chords strummed with reverence, each riff a whispered secret shared across generations.

Tenderness weaves through the lyrics—the ache of lost summers, the warmth of shared mixtapes. It’s a heartfelt tribute to the anthems that shaped souls, the anthems that still echo in smoky bars and open highways.

“Old Tapes” invites us to rewind our lives, see the beauty and as the final chord lingers, we find solace in the echoes—a requiem for rock ‘n’ roll, etched forever in our souls.

CROSSWORDS – the song

“What is life but a crossword?” muses Alex Cross, unraveling the enigma. Each clue, a fragment of experience; each answer, a revelation. We traverse across, filling in the blanks, seeking coherence in the chaos. The grid expands, mirroring our journey—a dance of letters, a dance of life.

In this grand puzzle, we are both solvers and creators. We pen our stories, intersecting paths with others, weaving narratives across the black-and-white expanse. And perhaps, just perhaps, the final clue awaits.

HEAR MY VOICE

Imagine a night among friends, when you and those around you are immersed in the same waters, illuminated by the same colors. The sounds surround the stories and the speeches that follow each other. The time freeze, there is an uncommon harmony so that everyone lead and can have the pleasure of having made their voice heard.

So in the quiet of the night, when stars twinkle like secrets exchanged among friends, Alex Cross strums his guitar, weaving a tapestry of memories. The strings resonate, echoing laughter and whispered confidences. The air is thick with anticipation, as if time itself holds its breath.

For in this song, we find not just music, but the essence of being alive.

Listen to the instrumental magic of “Soulful Strut” by Young-Holt Unlimited, the soundtrack to our shared night, and let it carry you across the waters of memory.

THE ROCK AND THE SEA

In the hush of twilight, where the horizon kisses eternity, Alex Cross cradles his guitar—a vessel for unspoken stories. His fingers trace the frets, and the strings sing secrets.

The rock stands sentinel—a weathered guardian. Its rugged surface, etched by time, mirrors the scars of existence. It has witnessed storms and sunsets, whispered to the moon, and held the weight of countless dreams. The rock is steadfast—a silent confidante.

And there, beyond the shore, the sea unfurls—a liquid tapestry. Its waves weave memories—the taste of salt, the echo of seagulls, the dance of tides. The sea is both tempest and lullaby—a symphony of depths. Alex’s gaze is lost—a sailor without compass or map. The notes spill forth, bridging rock and sea. His melody is a bridge—a fragile filament connecting earth and water. The guitar hums, resonating with the pulse of existence.

And without realizing it, there is no more distance. The view is beautiful, so intimate. It is not a connection; you are one.

The rock, the sea, the music—they merge into a singular heartbeat.

In this twilight reverie, Alex Cross becomes the chord that binds—a troubadour of unity. His composition whispers to the wind, and the stars lean closer. The rock listens, the sea sways, and the universe nods in rhythm.

So let your gaze linger. Let the notes wash over you. For in this moment, you are the rock, the sea, and the melody—an exquisite convergence of being.

“The Rock and the Sea” is not merely a composition; it is an invitation—to lose yourself, to find yourself, and to become the music.

REGRETS

an instrumental rock ballad that weaves the fabric of human experience. It begins with the echo of an untraveled path—a step withheld, a word unsaid, or a chance unseized. The notes resonate with the weight of missed opportunities.

Anger and pain emerge, entwining like ivy, gripping the heart. They dance across the staves, demanding attention. The crescendo tightens, pulling you into their tempest. Finally you seek refuge in the illusion, a fragile sanctuary where alternate realities bloom.

Imagine a parallel existence: the road taken, the words spoken, the triumphs celebrated. In this imagined realm, what would life have been? The music shifts, painting this different reality with strokes of longing and possibility.

These three states—memory, anger, and imagination—interlace without judgment. They are the threads of our shared humanity, woven into the tapestry of existence. We’ve all stood at this crossroads, felt the ache of what might have been, and found solace in the melodies of acceptance.

FAREWELL

In the delicate interplay of melody and brushstroke, we find solace—a reminder that our connections with others, even when they lead to farewells, remain etched in our hearts. Our pilgrim hearts will always carry the weight of shared memories, laughter, and tears. They navigate the winding paths of existence, weaving a tapestry of love and understanding. As the song’s notes linger and the colors blend, we honor those who have walked alongside us, leaving their footprints on our souls. Farewells need not be sorrowful; they can be a celebration of what once was—a cherished chapter in the grand symphony of life. May your pilgrim heart continue to find peace in the echoes of shared experiences, knowing that what was once real will forever resonate within us.

VICTORY We all love it, in all his guise. You will hear here my preferred: joyful and unanimous, a choral victory.

THE GREATEST RUNNER

echoes the ancient tale of valor and sacrifice. Its notes, like the heartbeat of a marathon runner, mirror the footsteps of an Athenian soldier racing against time and fate.

Picture the sun-drenched plains of Marathon, where the clash of spears and shields reverberates. The soldier’s breath mingles with the dust kicked up by his sandals. His heart pounds in rhythm with each stride.

But this is no ordinary race. The city of Athens awaits, perched on the edge of hope and uncertainty. As he nears the gates, the soldier’s lungs burn, and his legs threaten to give way. But he pushes on, driven by a singular purpose: to deliver the word that will echo through history. And then, with the last reserves of strength, he gasps out the word: “Νενικήκαμεν” (“We have won”).

In that moment, victory and mortality collide.

Plutarch’s words come alive—the messenger who bore tidings of triumph, who bridged the gap between life and legend.

“The Greatest Runner” weaves this tale—an elegy to endurance, to the indomitable spirit that transcends flesh and bone. The music swells, carrying the soldier’s legacy across millennia. And as the final note fades, we remember: strength or speed are nothing without the most valuable tool we have been gifted, the endurance that comes from the deepest core of our being.

LANDS OF TOMORROW

unfolds like a tapestry woven by time-traveling hands. It paints a vision of a future world, where the hues of existence persist, yet with convulsive and glorious modernity.

Imagine a canvas stretched across the horizon, brushed with vibrant strokes. The sunsets bleed electric blues and neon pinks, casting shadows on skyscrapers that pierce the sky. The streets pulse with life. In this tomorrow, the color palette remains familiar: the verdant greens of nature, the cerulean blues of oceans, and the fiery reds of passion. But now, they harmonize with the pulse of innovation.

It’s a world where dreams collide with circuits, where the past dances with the future. And amid this kaleidoscope, we find our place—a brushstroke in the grand portrait of tomorrow.

IN GRACE

Have you ever felt that moment? It is the abandonment: everything continues to exist, nothing is denied but it does not cover you neither joy nor pain, it's only being.

This wordless symphony, is born from life’s very soul. Imagine a golden sunset, where sunbeams merge with the horizon. It’s an abandonment, a surrender to beauty. Abandonment is the key: there’s no resistance, only acceptance. Everything continues to exist, yet it doesn’t cloak joy or pain. It’s simply being.