You reach a point in life when you realize that some roads lead more to a destiny than to a destination.

You reach a point in life when you realize that some roads lead more to a destiny than to a destination.

When music kidnapped me, I was only 12 years old, I walked into a small theater that reeked of damp and cigarette smoke, on stage a jazz quartet was being illuminated by two spotlights, one on the right and one on the left; the audience was semi-deserted and some of those few people present, they didn’t even seem that interested but those four on the proscenium, I guess they didn’t give a damn.
A small man of stature with strange hair was playing a double bass, a little taller than him.
It was there that I first saw those funny expressions a musician makes while immersed in music and those winks he exchanges with his peers, almost as if whispering a secret in a low voice.
That was the day music entered my life, like a pure feeling, a secret love that you want to protect from bad intentions, that was also the day I decided to become a musician.
When I finished my studies, I started looking for a job in the music business, but in Sicily in the early 2000s, that was not a job, it was a pastime; the music business was only going around in Milan and Rome. I began to work with some music promotion companies, first as a radio promoter and then as management, I got to know up close that artistic sector that I was so passionate about but that in time, learning some of its mechanisms, disappointed some of my visions as a dreamy musician.
I knew the kindness and humility of many great artists and the arrogance and haughtiness of some meteors but in the meantime my wealth of experience was filling up.
My first state-of-the-art PC mounted a 4-gigabyte hard disk, and as the mocha brewed coffee rose, Windows 98 was already ready to connect in 56K with the world of the Web. I had the feeling, or perhaps as many say, the intuition that everything would end up there sooner or later inside that monitor; I decided to invest in that technology, preparing myself for what would happen a few years down the road.
In September 2008, I decided to open an entirely web-based record label and to go out in search of new talent. Many people discouraged my idea, saying that others in the past had tried to open a record label without big capital and had soon ended up in ruin, but I cared little;
“What name should I give to a record label? … I am an Italian born in France, with a restless character; it sounds like the description of Amedeo Modigliani … Modì … my company will be called MHODI ‘!!!”
I made the first website: mhodi.it. I placed ads and unexpectedly received hundreds of demos, many discarded but some managed to intrigue me, I decided to invest in just a few of them.
The first band I produced didn’t get much response from the public, but during the making of the video clip, the record chose a girl as the lead actress, which I wasn’t very convinced about… today that actress has become my wife.
Several years have passed since that 2008, that idea born for fun, called Mhodì, in time became a company, with its own productions and collaborations with foreign countries, new ideas and synergies were born made of successes and defeats but always had one purpose, to bring forward good music. We decided to give, where it was possible, priority to quality rather than quantity, without the hassles of going after the tastes of an increasingly less art-conscious public. This line of thinking, at times, in these years, where everything has changed, has certainly not been easy to maintain, but together with my collaborators, with our heads down, we go forward.
I owe so much to Music, it has been there for me in good times and bad, it has written my future, it has decided my profession and still manages to intrigue me and excite me, like when I take my little girl in my arms and twirling her around she says:<<More daddy, let’s dance again>>

<<Of course, Alice Melody>>

When music kidnapped me, I was only 12 years old, I walked into a small theater that reeked of damp and cigarette smoke, on stage a jazz quartet was being illuminated by two spotlights, one on the right and one on the left; the audience was semi-deserted and some of those few people present, they didn’t even seem that interested but those four on the proscenium, I guess they didn’t give a damn.
A small man of stature with strange hair was playing a double bass, a little taller than him.
It was there that I first saw those funny expressions a musician makes while immersed in music and those winks he exchanges with his peers, almost as if whispering a secret in a low voice.
That was the day music entered my life, like a pure feeling, a secret love that you want to protect from bad intentions, that was also the day I decided to become a musician.
When I finished my studies, I started looking for a job in the music business, but in Sicily in the early 2000s, that was not a job, it was a pastime; the music business was only going around in Milan and Rome. I began to work with some music promotion companies, first as a radio promoter and then as management, I got to know up close that artistic sector that I was so passionate about but that in time, learning some of its mechanisms, disappointed some of my visions as a dreamy musician.
I knew the kindness and humility of many great artists and the arrogance and haughtiness of some meteors but in the meantime my wealth of experience was filling up.
My first state-of-the-art PC mounted a 4-gigabyte hard disk, and as the mocha brewed coffee rose, Windows 98 was already ready to connect in 56K with the world of the Web. I had the feeling, or perhaps as many say, the intuition that everything would end up there sooner or later inside that monitor; I decided to invest in that technology, preparing myself for what would happen a few years down the road.
In September 2008, I decided to open an entirely web-based record label and to go out in search of new talent. Many people discouraged my idea, saying that others in the past had tried to open a record label without big capital and had soon ended up in ruin, but I cared little;
“What name should I give to a record label? … I am an Italian born in France, with a restless character; it sounds like the description of Amedeo Modigliani … Modì … my company will be called MHODI ‘!!!”
I made the first website: mhodi.it. I placed ads and unexpectedly received hundreds of demos, many discarded but some managed to intrigue me, I decided to invest in just a few of them.
The first band I produced didn’t get much response from the public, but during the making of the video clip, the record chose a girl as the lead actress, which I wasn’t very convinced about… today that actress has become my wife.
Several years have passed since that 2008, that idea born for fun, called Mhodì, in time became a company, with its own productions and collaborations with foreign countries, new ideas and synergies were born made of successes and defeats but always had one purpose, to bring forward good music. We decided to give, where it was possible, priority to quality rather than quantity, without the hassles of going after the tastes of an increasingly less art-conscious public. This line of thinking, at times, in these years, where everything has changed, has certainly not been easy to maintain, but together with my collaborators, with our heads down, we go forward.
I owe so much to Music, it has been there for me in good times and bad, it has written my future, it has decided my profession and still manages to intrigue me and excite me, like when I take my little girl in my arms and twirling her around she says:<<More daddy, let’s dance again>>

<<Of course, Alice Melody>>