Meeting at 18 Casciana Spa Piazza Garibaldi, a duo for piano and harmonica, the evening seems perfect, the weather and 'mild, fresh air, a beautiful sky already' takes me to the autumn campaign. Arrive a little late in the square, the stage and 'nice, big, square sounds good, unfortunately I have to be my service and sound engineer and a porter (one man band), I assemble it all, just time for a refreshing beer after porters and set off for a small part of the first drink, which goes quiet, except for an odd riff that the bells of the church that overlooks the square reproduce without any apparent logic, 30 minutes of music just to test the sound of the square with a view of the evening concert, scheduled departure hour 21.45.
Point we go on stage, and begin the evening with Rome did not make the stupid, a rearrangement of this beautiful song in a jazz style. After a few notes, you feel like a voice from Beyond 'and a chorus who sing the songs that we can not identify, Frederick I look and do not understand, I look around and see the church door ajar,,,, but the priest has switched the external speakers and radiates psalms voice annoyed over the whole square, our miserable system of 1000 watts can not 'nothing against the archangels, and all the celestial hierarchies, and against the stadium event speakers mounted around the church, on my own, I give up, stop playing and try to understand what can be done.
As soon as I stop playing, I get attacked by a bunch of communists in the country, I wonder who told me to stop .... I say that it 'impossible to play that way, just do not feel, I can not play rome does not stupid of a psalm and a chorus of the faithful, an Israeli friend of Frederick, came up to us, removes the Star of David and puts it on display on the shirt and threatening approaches to the church along with percussionist Juan Pablo Casalini (giampaolo Casciana for friends), I feel more and more 'in the middle of a film of Don Camillo and Peppone ... the priest screams from the speakers voice more and more' shrill.
The friend of Frederick enters the church throwing open the doors (there seemed to be the degree ...), approaches the priest who celebrated at that time and says, in a very quiet stuff
"It 's not a good example of tolerance that is giving the music and' the true voice of God and something that actually 'music speaks to the hearts of most men' of his words certainly"
At these words a faithful friend to our approaches and threatens him, I already 'I see tomorrow's titles on the Tyrrhenian Sea, brawl in Casciana baths, finished injured young pianist under his piano thrown by an angry mob incited by the faithful pastor of Casciana . Thankfully the situation is calm, no fight, we tentatively resume playing, but every time we take back the likeable priest reopen the speakers distances, spreading over her voice (I want it in the choir of my group of salsa ...), until 'after a quarter of an hour in his final speech announcing a protest rally tomorrow for the city', with the faithful against this barbarism ... against the municipality that is playing in the square. Become famous, real celebrity ', the Tyrrhenian will speak' to us, certainly, I would like to organize a counter-demonstration, I know a shit like New Orleans, the streets of Casciana Terme, playing and trying to do an exorcism against what the priest made us to free us from our unhealthy passion for music.
The evening after these cute scenes lasted about half an hour again and gives us some satisfaction for the charge that the movement of exorcism against us as solidarity 'for what it' happened, under the stage, at the end of the evening now the casus belli and 'triggered, tomorrow there will Casciana Terme' to laugh, too bad we can not be to see this event ...
(On Air Pharoah Sanders Pharomba)
I can not say what I think is right about music, and I only know that '"right". I know that when I listen to it. There 'a liberation, a spontaneous overflow, a fullness in this that are not synonymous with wealth or musicality'. Can I talk like this' cause I do not feel I have created this music, but rather to have allowed the emergence of music itself. And it 'and that this emergence' unexplained and difficult to make tangible, and I feel (or have heard) that not only do not you dive into the same river twice, but you'll never be the same when you dive back into that river. The river and 'always been there, whether we dip. This is' a miracle, and these days we need it. At least I have it. -
(Keith Jarrett from the liner notes of Spirits)
Playing live and 'a great exercise in concentration, an exercise to try to let out their creative energies and emotional, trying to do in any environmental situation we are also the most' hostile.
Yesterday evening a duo, piano and harmonica, with the memory of the duo on stage in Livorno in April, positive memory of a friendly environment, a great concentration and a great feeling left out without inhibition and restraint of any kind. That 'something that happens to me often, the memory of a positive moment, often in an attempt to recreate the magic is broken in the attempt itself, as the river is not' more 'the same, you're not the same and the plunge can not 'be the same, the thing most' wrong to do and 'search for beauty in the same place and in the same way that you and' barely glimpsed in the past.
Last night I happily slapped a table of guys, when we played let go of the cell phone ringtones, listening to music these beads from these cans of tuna (I had always wondered who utilizzase these services .... now I have the answer.), A table created the waiters are very serious problems with bad manners and bad taste, the weather was inclement, gusty southwest wind fell from the microphones that amplified this funny sound of wind crashed on the membranes of the microphones, and drops of rain came to rest on the buttons pushed by the wind under coverage, cars passed noisily behind and to this we add some noise nuisance to children and other tables. The deadly cocktail and 'served in these cases is an incredible presence, a concentration that allows you to mount a protective dome to banish negativity' and let the energies flow freely between the musicians, playing for the fun of it, for the sake of do.
Unfortunately, fatigue, tension, nervousness accumulated in recent days, I was not allowed to be fully master of my energy, to be able to overcome the negativity 'that I have completely submerged, leaving out any kind of creative energy or good musical idea, too distracted by the environment, too nervous about the rudeness of the people, too disappointed by not being able to bring out the ideas that I wanted and left me a bitter taste in the mouth.
I do not know where, but
the universe is collected
Here at one point.
(On Air Veinte Anos Quoyle Plan)
"But what I cirondava now, was a world based on the logic of capitalism and the end, without rendermente account, I felt I was completely absorbed. While I was stopped at a traffic light, on an Aoyama, aboard my BMW and I listened In winter, the Journey of Shubert, I came suddenly these thoughts. This does not seem my 'life' I said. It was as if someone had prepared for me. Up to what point I was really myself? And up to I was not that the point? "
(Haruki Murakami South of the border west of the sun)
They are firm but not serene. It 's strange to find herself at a crossroads, having to make a choice, too difficult to explain and' as if one had been trained for years to win the Olympics, the race of 100 meters, then comes the moment of the race, is located in the head and 10 meters from the end when it 's just decides to sit down and' losing 'deliberately.
It 's not the first time I happen to make such choices, but this time there is' something else, the knowledge to do it for not even having to run other races, less and less understanding of why you put the blocks departure. So yes, I leave the race, I give the medal to second, but 'I can not keep running, I must seek out and invest their energies to other roads, useless to continue training for a competition that is not' compatible with my values of life. Exit from the social infrastructure, not doing what everyone expects and not 'easy thing for me at least, especially if those facilities are part and parcel. Even the word lose, not 'the right one, losing in the usual sense, but what sometimes gets lost is not' quantifiable, and tonight the sweet fresh air, the southwest wind blowing through the trees tells me about things that I do not want to lose, shows me the way out, here is perhaps the most difficult and 'that the choice puts you ahead of awareness can not lose more time looking for a street in a wrong place. And perhaps the real strength lies in being able to give up what you want even if it brings a material well-being, to try to invest their forces in the ideas you believe in the little, the idea that welfare does not pass By the laws of the market, for the benefit of shareholders, in the enrichment is purely material, but in the growth and realization of their aspirations, which remain until 'you do not have the courage to try to achieve them. The air caresses me this evening, the night and 'cool, the sky and' wonderful, I listen, and nothing and 'never the case, the decision and' go, the serenity 'arrive', the energy I'll try 'to pull it out for things I believe and feel is more 'fair.
"The illusions of the past no more I would 'help, they would have more' created dreams for me. All that remained was the void, the void that simply had accompanied me for years and whom I had tried to adapt. I was back to square one departure, and I thought I had to get used to it. Now it was up to me to create dreams for others, this would be my new task. did not know the power of these dreams, but, if my life had meaning, was to continue with all forces this. Maybe. "
(Haruki Murakami South of the border west of the sun)
(On Air You Belong To Me Keith Jarrett Macerata 09/07/05)
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