Close your eyes (Oblivion)

There are nights where something magical happens, and you hear from the first, I felt good today, I had a great desire to play to close his eyes and let everything go away. The concert tonight in some ways at least in the central part of a duo with harmonica has allowed me to do it. What song do, do from Oblivion, I love this song, melancholy sweetness, sensuality ', are all things I have inside I feel so' this my song, I can play without fear.

And if you've never tried it, it lowered the lights, close my eyes I see through closed eyelids sull'armonicista a beam of red light and green / blue over me, I let the music start up and lead us to be bait, I follow obediently , closed eyes bent on the piano, listening to the notes of the harmonic and try to give to that sound all that I can, I accompany him gently, aggressively, I guess the sea, memories, nostalgia, I get lost, get lost sometimes just close eyes to see know how to fly. The music runs deep and spontaneous as that phrase Moon and sand that is inexplicably and 'made in my introduction Deep is the midnight sea, the night my beloved returns forever. and I thank that piano, docile, meek, and that 'getting closer left immediately in tune with me, because I have cherished the end' and 'even to her that I could close my eyes.

(The plane tonight Yamaha)

Come to me and treated in
deposits the black powder
restless restless pulse of heat,
and where you are losing blood
who loved music more 'do not exist

Fields, light, waves of wind
the long grass at dawn broken,
black road and do not take
pain which he won in spite of everything:
feel like the air waves away the sea
deep profondo.Fine

(Andrea Gibellini from Felicity 'Sudden)

(On Air Oblivion recorded tonight Livorno Theatre Comedy March 30, 2006 Freddy Quoyle Piano Harmonica)

Weekend

Musical Weekend interesting and at least two of the three occasions I will have 'hands in a real and beautiful piano, already' this one thing fills me with joy.

Tonight At 21:30 Livorno Theatre of Comedy :

Concert of my quintet. South American Jazz. (Piano, Harmonica, Congas, Timbales, Bass)

Saturday 21:30 am Acquaviva di Montepulciano (Siena) Arrange Theatre:

Concert of Cuban Quartet, the great popular music of Cuba boleros (Piano, Percussion / Vocals, Bass, Sax)

Sunday 22:30 am Leningrad Cafe Pisa in Pisa:

If I survive to the movement, the alcohol, the lost sleep, the joy of playing there will be 'something to say ...

(On Air Gonzalo Rubalcaba Sin el Mar Lenedio from The Blessing with Haden / Dejohnette)

Interlude

The controversy and exploitation in art are always deleterious. Music critics, film, and I dare say the journalists in general, are often not aware of the weapons in their hands. Last night I saw the movie Moretti 'The Caiman', demonized by the right and the left, I heard about boomerangs, Moore's manipulation of the film for electoral purposes, the people of Cayman and the usual repertoire of folklore which we now caravan information has unfortunately become accustomed.

Here's an example of a real distortion of reality ', this' a really nice film, not exaggerated in tone, calm, which describes a situation and a series of dangers, the Italy of today is the eve of elections, and in the position to MRB and 'absolutely objective, almost documentary with a detached gaze, asks sincere and honest criticism even to the left, a film of a civic sense and respect for institutions as we are no longer' used to seeing, accustomed to the daily drip of violence Minutes Berlusconismo which has condemned. It 's not a movie exasperated, not' a film that ridicules or overestimates the phenomenon of Berlusconismo not looking for answers or recipes, photographing what we are, and what 'brilliant success at times with links to facts and events that have appeared underestimated Printing from the usual culprit. Seeing the film really, one wonders if fascism in Italy has not already 're-presented in new ways, if the Berlusconismo is nothing but a form of fascism new economy, attention going beyond the usual categories from which they can not leave it to the right nor the Italian left.
An intelligent point of view, not a drop of style like some friendly critic said. Silvio Orlando talented, skilled use of the soundtrack (as often happens in Moretti's film), many references to film history and his personal history and do not forget that this is' a movie, a good script, a love story told with great delicacy, and the background that reality 'which we have become so accustomed social almost be unaware of its violence and its lack of perspective, optimistic in some points, gothic and dramatic in its ending. The usual irony (even more 'sober) Moretti and the final choice to use himself for the part of Berlusconi make it appear even more' disturbing final scenes in front of a courthouse gothic, blacks, the music and words detached pronounced with eyes cold Moretti acquire a meaning even more 'deep. A reflection film that manages to say something new about what apparently (and I stress apparently) and everything is' said.

A very nice review in-depth

(On Air Esbjorn Svensson From Gagarin's Point of View ....)

'Round Midnight

For years I go around this track, I know him well, a difficulty 'awesome,' cause there 'Monk,' cause there are too many, many versions bulky, difficult to approach and leave out what you really have inside. The title of this blog, Round About Midnight, my fears about that and the desire to play this song.

One evening at a concert recently Toots Thielemans has played before and told him that it 'always an adventure path between these notes, the execution makes it clear that you can' do and what you can not 'do, 60 years he plays this song every time and has a thermometer in his state of creativity 'music. It 's nice to feel this humility' in a musician who has played with most of the history of jazz, and it 'was good to hear yourself playing the harmonica theme, just the theme, as you can' improvise without being wicked The theme of this song and 'the most' beautiful harmony line as possible on this progression. Perhaps only Coltrane and 'succeeded in impress with one of these chord progressions.

So I never had the courage to listen to and record, the crime two days ago, I tried to play and record, eyes closed, think of the text, and fabio, just try to be myself for better or for worse, leave from everything I've heard and all that this passage is far from Monk, Miles away from, away from all the notes heard on this issue. With all the simplicity 'and the sweetness that I have inside, which will inevitably try to bring out at least when I play, because in everyday life often can not really be what they are. For better or for worse, with the limitations of the technique and the power of passion, with the enormous power of love I feel about this little masterpiece of composition. With the certainty of where I came to understand, because there is more to do, to scrape, to internalize and how far, however, was flown to a clean and clear feeling of what is moving inside.

This song represents something very personal and deep for me, not 'a case that the blog is so named, is in many ways really my ideal vision of music. At night, a slightly melancholic mood yet in this text the infinite sweetness and sense of loss and nostalgia, missing something obsessively and this must be missing something in the music, and a hint of anger, lightweight, concrete does not anger, but anger of impotence ... it begins to tell, and that space which is of the very special night in my life, a citizen of the night, memories, thoughts acquire a completely different flavor, I wrote some time ago that we must pay attention to the night thoughts, come and take you by surprise in regions strange, yet I will serve to metabolize, acquire, store the elements of the experience during the day. And that phrase "Have not got the heart to stand Those memories," not having the courage to stop the memory, the thought even if we realize the devastating power and that 'inherent in thought itself. And still in silence, in the eerie silence of the night that thoughts take a strange texture, the smell that you feel walking at night and 'most' intense and more 'sweet, coming back late yesterday, I walked alone and felt my feet, the crisp air, slightly cold, clear night and the smell that awakens the thoughts and slightly induced forgetting to let go of the nostalgia night thoughts, yet it begins to tell, round midnight, round about midnight.

It begins to tell,
'Round midnight, midnight.
I do pretty well, till after sundown,
Suppertime I'm feelin 'sad;
But it really gets bad,
'Round midnight.

Memories always start 'round midnight
Have not got the heart to stand Those memories,
When my heart is still with you,
And ol 'midnight knows it, too.
When a quarrel We had needs mending,
Does it mean That our love is ending.
Darlin 'I need you, Lately I find
You're out of my heart,
And I'm out of my mind.

Let our hearts take wings'
'Round midnight, midnight
Let the angels sing,
for your returning.
Till our love is safe and sound.
And old midnight comes around.
Feelin 'sad,
gets really bad
Round, Round, Round Midnight

(On Air Round About Midnight Quoyle)

(On Air Round About Midnight At 4 Quoyle Morning Take 5)

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The musical evening tonight can be summed up in a small episode.

Marriage crowded at Villa Sonnino (former villa of the Minister of Finance of the Government Crispi), musicians and photographers housed in a table called ... the table of jesters. Titian by making threats with a strange smile that comes close to this table

Titian: "We preaprato this ad, not 'some of you might read it?"

Quoyle: "But we've got to Zelig? We are musicians not comedians ..."

Titian: "From just a annuncioooo, vai indeed from the floor and make the sound that is from one of the airports .."

Quoyle: "What sound of the airports, I do not understand ..."

Titian: "But as you understand them and make vai do re me (sings the tune)"

Quoyle: "But really .... I do only do you sing, but 'if it makes you happy I will do re mi sound like you do ..." (I know I know acidoooo, but I could not resist)

So I'm listening for the weather to predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
No It Does not really matter what it is he has to say
'Cause Tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere

All the people That I know in the apartments down below
Busy With Their starring roles in Their Own Tragedies

Sunlight sends you on your way
And Those That restless thoughts cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today

And this busy inner city
Has got nothing much to say
And I know how much you're hanging round the letterbox
That and I'm sure as I'm writing
You'll be on your way somewhere
In a supermarket checkout or the restaurant

I've been doing what I'm Told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And Those That restless thoughts cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today
Yes I'm coming home today

I've been doing what I'm Told
I've been busy growing old
And the days are getting cold but that's alright with me

Sunlight sends you on your way
And Those That restless thoughts cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change

(On Air Bic Runga Listening For The Weather)

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