It's late. I had a busy day and
despite the exhaustion I can not resist the temptation to write these
few lines on the latest arrivals. A picture taken in a
rush (it's late, I already said), an installation which combines
urgency, excitement and fury, a pair of Super Maxitrans cables recovered
at Mr. Tornior's place this afternoon, noon between 2 appointments and
there is the result (see photo).
But first I must tell
you about the epic arrival of the box made in "Pirates of the
Caribbean" or a "Cold War" period's James Bond . At the opening (long
opening, various protections and slabs of wood to loosen) I was
expecting for a moment to see appearing a lot of AK47s, soil air missile
or some else festive element.... but I digress.
So what to say?
First, first, are the
tones. Those
who grab you deep into the flesh. Those who melt the
eardrums. Those who tickle the
neuronal connections and give off those little electric shocks under the
skin. I'm
here in my chair, stunned, dazzled by so much beauty as the child on
the morning of December 25th, with tired eyes by waiting so long finally
opens the door of the room to see his gifts.
And suddenly I feel
that my favorite songs are too short, I wish that the end never came to
interrupt the magic of the moment. I ran to get new
disks, I put them on the truck and I have to get up again already.
In a row,
Gianmaria Testa and her "Solo dal Vivo", live recording, which takes an
unknown hitherto depth, magic of voices, tension, articulation and
low-pitched, yes I swear, and not a bodybuilder, as in some beautiful
Americans.
Maxence Cyrin and his
Modern Rhapsodies: The record is already finished .... no comments.
The Creep by
Radiohead in "acoustic" on My Iron Lug, "that's so fu... great"
I woke my wife
to share this moment timeless. What power, what
tones and over again, what sensuality, what realism (here we go again),
what music.
I continue with
Mirwais and Production, the track No.1 Disco Science just woke up the
building and I still feel ... no aggression except from my neighbors.
Take cover,
track 5 "Junkie's Prayer": "... we want drugs, we want sex, we want
exchange, we want something new ..." I tore my shirt, I am rolling on
the floor, the ambulance arrives, they take me ....
And then
there is the grand finale, the bouquet of nerves ... it comes back to my
familiar memories, of homeric listenings, sensations forever etched in
the marrow.
All this without
optimizations ...
Good Naaayyyt ...












