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One of our last productions. Method is always the same, free and non planned improvisation of voice and piano, on a poetic text. We have chosen a lyric by E. Montale, italian poet, Nobel prize winner. This time we tried also to have different takes on the same text. This was the second take, listen also to the first take for comparison.Lyrics:
Meriggiare pallido e assorto presso un rovente muro d’orto, ascoltare tra i pruni e gli sterpi schiocchi di merli, frusci di serpi. Nelle crepe del suolo o su la veccia spiar le file di rosse formiche ch’ora si rompono ed ora s’intrecciano a sommo di minuscole biche. Osservare tra frondi il palpitare lontano di scaglie di mare m entre si levano tremuli scricchi di cicale dai calvi picchi. E andando nel sole che abbaglia sentire con triste meraviglia com’è tutta la vita e il suo travaglio in questo seguitare una muraglia che ha in cima cocci aguzzi di bottiglia. ----------- Noon thought-sick and pale under the scorching garden wall, to hear a snake scrape past, the blackbirds creak in the dry thorn thicket, the brushwood brake. Between tufts of vetch, in the cracks of the ground to spy out the ants’ long lines of march; now they reach the top of a crumb-sized mound, the lines break, they stumble into a ditch. To observe between the leaves the pulse beneath the sea’s scaly skin, while from the dry cliffs the cicada calls like a knife on the grinder’s stone. And going into the sun’s blaze once more, to feel, with sad surprise how all life and its battles is in this walk alongside a wall topped with sharp bits of glass from broken bottles. Hardware:
UA-25, various mics, mixerSoftware:
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This version 'moves' more...like someone walking briskly amidst brooding
thoughts, while the other version is more tranquil and floating.
This one captures nicely the anxious uncertainty of "life and its battles"
and "sharp bits of glass" in the staccato of the accompaniment.
Once again...a very cool way to improvise.
Thanks for sharing this.
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