In 1982 I created a free improvised music duo with the guitar player Roberto ‘Zoo’ Zorzi. The iconoclastic group activity last for some years, cutting down and destroying all melodic & harmonic structures and developing a more sound oriented music. We mainly worked by processing simple sounds and creating an […]
That Goodbye è una elaborazione del primo verso tratto dalla poesia “Do not go gently into that goodnight” di Dylan Thomas, letto dall’autore e tratto da una registrazione d’epoca. L’idea di questo brano è di mettere a punto delle tecniche tali per cui la parola via via si “consumi” diventando […]
L’altra sera mi sono ritrovato in mezzo a una di quelle strane pseudo-riunioni di famiglia in cui si parla e ci si vede via skype (potenza della tecnologia) con gente che non vedevi da 30 anni e che magari adesso sta a Londra o a Bruxelles e ha 3 figli. […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
Note for non-italian readers: here in Italy, August 15 is traditionally vacation. Cities turn into void bubbles of silence and peace. No people call. Even phones are silent. Floating in the silent bubble of August 15 in a city that seems to be totally still. Swinging in my hammock in […]
