Circles and returns
Bring along empty avenues,
tell me about some nonsense,
pronounce a name vaguely.
The street lights mourn the summer.
Two lampposts mourn the summer.
Bushes of rowan. A wet bench.
My love stays with me till dawn
Then let me.
Remained as a shadow blurred
I will roam 'here a little,' I'll remember 'everything
the blinding light, the darkness of hell,
myself in five minutes I'll get lost '.
(Boris Ryzyj)
Part I Preludio segni of Weather Lead Skies
Color metal, glimpses of a strange blue, the sky in Puglia always makes me a certain effect, I do not feel like I'm not no heaven, but to mock the time of my house, it always amazed me my sense of not belonging to any land, a gypsy, my house could be anywhere, closed the door, the warmth and 'inside. Night of times painted blue, dreams of rubble, sometimes the same torn, running up the stairs, at the bottom to get anywhere and find yourself back to starting point on the top floor with frescoed ceilings of blue that you rip and leave see the gray. It starts every time and how I hate the ritual of departure, the sense of leaving my parents, every time I come down 'to see the passage of time,' cause if you do not live the newspaper, and every return 'a plunge forward in time , which shows how quickly you mercilessly run.
(Bjornstad Floating On Air Ketjl Prelude)
Part II Escape The art of improvisation Blue Skies
Colore blue, near Rome, for a sky that does not really have anything of mine, a phone tells me that because of snow, and the evening in Garfagnana 'skipped. Choices are endless, do a few calls and I decide to go to lunch with a friend in Rome, improvisation n1, we are far away, our eyes meet but do not communicate, the words have no meaning, after lunch I decided to go in the music store Auditorium, autoregalino to buy something, and something I am not 'too hard, my new passion Russian poets and a couple of CDs, an especially wonderful that accompany' the third part of Wagner and Venice UriCaine, and Tristan Isolde.
(On Air Uri Caine Tristan and Isolde)
Part III Canon Return The Storm
White, white to me to Florence, abundant snow, the magic of Florence stands out even more 'in the snow, the road and' covered with snow, strong wind on the road, Â I've never seen so much snow in Tuscany, also in Pisa, and snow 'strong return home, I open the door there is' a strange cold, the boiler is off, the strong cold, fatigue, certain of having another circle path, my time and 'circular, I flatter myself to go straight, but may take months, years, days, and closed circles. I live in a circular two-dimensional universe, I move on small circles parallel more 'or less large, and still not be able to jump into the third dimension. Or rather, as the voices in a canon riconorrono indefinitely without ever achievement, so 'and I can not continue to pursue more' goddamn you hear my voice on my development.
(ON Aira Mon Coeur s'ouvre a ta voix from Samson and Delilah Danilo Rea)
Adagio Part IV The Awakening The calm after the storm
Slow Awakening, the silence of the snow around, I open the windows, the trees snowy silence soft and unreal, I find the strength to get up in the warmth of the bed, only recently, I came to the point of departure.
(On Air Surrender Alan Pasqua Trio)
And 'the booze gone and the world is not' changed.
It 's got the music, the words are finished.
One reason is, and 'merged with another reason.
(Here's a very ambitious verse ..)
Perhaps ... but the words do not serve at all
for these poor fools .....
I'm under the clouds of blue-gray
obtuse and widen their hands,
filled music anywhere
(Boris Ryzyj)
El toro y the moon
In jazz, improvised on a property in flamenco improvisation and 'part of the structure. In flamenco, solea in 'or bulería, the guitarist does not know what the singer will do' till 'does not, and the singer does not know which falseta (variation or melodic phrase, between successions of chords) will play the guitar' for him. A deadly encounter between flamenco and jazz, an American rhythm section, a Spanish pianist, a traditional song El toro y the moon, a small wonder, and wonder of poetry, Chano Dominguez Con Alma together with Jeff Ballard and Gerge Mraz respectively drums and the bass.
El toro y the moon (Sarmiento / Castellano)
The moon is está peinando
Espejos en los del río.
Y a bull está aiming
hile jara escondido.
Cuando Enclose the alegre mañana
y the moon if Escapa del río
el torito en el agua if goals
embistiendo to ver que se has ido.
Ese toro enamorado de la luna
por la noche que abandona the Mana '
pintado y es de amapola aceituna
y puso Campanero and the corporal.
Remeros de los los montes
the besan the frente,
las estrellas de los cielos
Banan the de plata
y que es el torito Bravio
de caste valiente
Abanicos de colores
parecen sus patas.
The moon is esta noche
with a bata de cola
y está el toro the esperando
hile jara y las sombras.
En la dear del agua del río
whence the moon Duerme Lunera
el torito celoso By God
supervises the como un centinela.
(On AIR El Toro y La Luna Chano Dominguez Piano)
Let it snow, let it snow
At the start, with your home as they say, a long journey awaits me, I leave a little thought here, a non-famous song, Let it snow, 1945 Sammy Chan and Jule Styne, well in fact that you can try all the sense of warmth that about this song, if only for a moment.
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!It does not show signs of Pauseping,
And I've bought some corn for popping,
The lights are turned way down low,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I'll hate going out in the storm!
But if you'll really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bying,
But as long as you love me I know,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
(On Air Dave McKenna Let it snow)
And 'fled the summer, nothing remains ....
And 'fled the summer,
nothing remains.
It is well in the sun.
And yet this is not enough.
What could be
a leaf from five points
I was resting on his hand.
And yet this is not enough.
It 'good will' evil
passed in vain,
everything was clear and bright.
And yet this is not enough.
The life I took,
under the wings protecting me,
saved me, I was really lucky.
And yet this is not enough.
The leaves are not burned,
there were no broken branches ...
The day is clear as crystal.
And yet this is not enough.
Arseny Tarkovsky
(On Air Over The Rainbow)
The 'I' bar
Mario and 'a grumpy type, and' the owner of the bar near my house, a bar that I attend at least 13 years. Old-fashioned mustache, apparently grumpy, actually 'a paste of man. In his bar, background music and 'always been casual, the radio or pop of the worst.
Some time ago, while I take the coffee 'look at me quizzically, I actually just the tip, and I do not understand, we never talked so much, greetings, time, parties etc ... but this time I read in his eyes that wants to talk something ... ouch.
Mario - you sound is not 'it?
Quoyle - Well you piano
Mario - And you like jazz?
Quoyle - Well you
Mario - you know I'm impassioning Uhm, not 'I recommend some records, but you know' of that jazz that does not mess short ... you know you understand
Quoyle - Uhm jazz that makes casino, vabbe 'is the advice you give me a small piece of some hard
I started to think of some hard to advise, recommend this important task to depend on the fate of my coffee ', my pauses, then some decent music in the background, then I start mumble mumble jazz that does not .... casino At that time Miles Davis Kind of Blue, Stormy Weather Ben Webster, Stan Getz, People Time, John Coltrane Ballads, Dexter Gordon Ballads, if I caught the mood of Mario music lover should have made the center. I write these titles and I forget the matter. For several days now, entering the bar I feel more and more 'often jazz in the background, but I had not linked the package to change my advice, in short, I feel that there is' something new and more' comfortable entering the bar , but not crossing Mario for a while.
Lunch break today, I see smiles at me with a mustache, pointed upwards ... and comes with a stack of CDs all festive and makes me see that good and that 'was, showing me all that I had recommended, and all a number of its initiatives. And he hands me another piece of paper where I am asked to write 10 other titles .... I created a monster, well. I said you know that since I changed the music, so many people tell me that it 's nice that I put in the background, and that' more 'pleasant stay here in the bar? And I'm proud of my new creation, I created a jazz employee, buys 10 discs a month, attacked the shops, ask me about Amazon, buying online, I have a place close to home that puts jazz in the background and I think that the next step and 'get him to do the jazz evenings, so if it keeps' will definitely' the next step .. I write another ten titles this time inserting something less immediate (A disk of jarrett I would have to put it ...) and I am going to pay, and Mario with a solemn tone .... 'No, no, I'm offering, the disks that you suggested was beautiful, especially Ben Webster' (with a look of complicity Carbonaro ...) well and I'm glad I guessed her taste and thinking that now that bar a bit and 'also My ...
(On AiR Ben Webster, NH Londonderry Air At Low Pedersen .. 17 years)
