The road to

Urgent need to start from a hot space, I'm lost. An area populated with positive energy, that are able to bring me back to where I started, sometimes only after you understand that the path was all wrong, the road was not the right one, and must be wrong, painfully wrong to understand. Music, and that 'came from this place, and not even know existed somewhere inside me. A music that you and 'lost, and that' was swallowed from my stupidity ', from my stupidity', from my frailty '.

I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my little darlin 'The Night They Were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz.

For the harmony that I lost, for all that I've wasted, for as I have wasted, as I have for dejected and canceled. Groundhog Day this fund, plodding, are tired, aching, wearing a confusion difficult to tell.

In love in vain from one of the first standards that I mentioned in here, sadly and angrily from in love in vain.

It's only human for anyone to want to be in love,
But who wants to be in love in vain?

You get used to everything, you get used to the worst of others and of themselves, you get used to playing on the downside, you get used to not consider their feelings. And heaven comes down on me today, waking up to this gray and it sucks in, stuck on words, words thrown back inside, the worst thing you can 'make a living being,' denying the possibility 'to talk to express themselves, tell, there are always two ways of seeing things. And I need all the positivity 'that each of the people I asked in this space has been able to give of myself in various ways, sometimes small exchanges, little details seemingly unimportant, or with passages of real life, through specific actions and lived at times dense that I sometimes seem unreal to the density 'and the thickness of the neighborhood. To try to return to myself, the way myself, I walk the streets as usual blue, tortuous, difficult, and 'my destiny, and my desire for interiority' that brings me there.

And get back to Tennessee winding streets, 'cause I realized that I lost everything, and I hope to catch him in the street, with patience, knowing that it will not be' an easy path, regain the beauty that I've thrown off the cliff with violence in pursuit of my interiority 'voracious and fragile, the discs that I never sent, to those we have heard together for concerts visas, for those missed. For the only thing that makes me feel really alive, and makes me talk and tell me and can make me overcome my immobility '.

(On Air In love in vain + Tennessee Waltz Quoyle Plan)

The ghost

Saturday night, it rained, I had to go to the wedding of my bass player (the famous peacock of a few posts ago), the drummer arrives on time and under the water with him a strange little ghost white all wet and follows him to the stairs.

Drummer: "It 's your cat?"

Quoyle: "Nnno .." (sleek and shiny eyes for tenderness)

This is from Monday 'the cat lives in my house, all white as a ghost, adorably lazy in the morning I wake him so, that's the ideal cat the ghost of the house that now lies next to me purring amiably as we listen to a song dedicated to him Cat Walk Coltrane. How can you deny hospitality 'from the muzzle of a creature so' sweet. Undecided whether to call Fyodor (like the library to hide) or simply Casper the ghost.

(John Coltrane Cat Walk On Air)

Kenny Barron Live at Maybeck Vol 10 Piano Solo

Flying only challenges a pianist, I like this expression of the liner notes of this disc. The series' the series of solo piano recorded at Maybeck Hall, a room designed for the piano, only thirty seats in a house designed for a piano teacher in a wealthy family in Berkeley, in 1937, and many pianists defined " minor "in the sense of lesser-known, and that 'even more' difficult to perform in solo piano. The collection and 'almost' encyclopedia of piano solo, which lets you listen to so many hands to play the standards most 'beautiful, many of these discs are out of print, I found some in the U.S. and if you want to hear some advice Emusic and that ' MP3 registering a legal service you are entitled as a trial and pay nothing to download 25 pieces, almost 6-disc in a legal high quality ', in this website are at least thirty Series Live at Maybeck.

Kenny Barron and 'one of my favorite pianists, lyricism, technical granite, gifts perfect companion, a delightful touch of old style in his notes. Yet it difficult for him to perform in solo piano, finding spaces to fly alone on the piano. This Maybeck and the 'third solo album of his plan, and the lobby Maybeck and' magical plays divinely, and is able to accommodate the pianists in an exemplary manner, the warmth of those lucky few who can attend the performance and 'unique. Kenny Barron faces the repertoire of this all just visiting some of the great piano, Art Tatum, Thelonious Monk, Bud Powell, passing through, and that vein Bop Latin flavors that often looks not too prominent in its sound. Some steps hypnotize, his way of staying on time and 'in constant balance between tension and relaxation.

Barron's lyricism and 'intense and poignant and it' impossible to hear standards such as Spring is here and Skylark without being fascinated by the sweetness of those notes, by touch, by the sound of the piano, Maybeck did a great job with that room making the sound archetypal the piano, though in each performance mastering the piano and the taste of the change, the plan Barron and 'very bright as I like the Americans, Europe, the piano is usually' more 'dark and mellow (the sound of the Bosendorfer and 'an example of the European heat).

Of this experience at Maybeck Barron says in the liner notes: "It's a great place to play, a great space. Comfortable and intimate. The audience was very receptive, I 'd met many of Them When I' d visit San Francisco with Ron and Yusef. " And this feeling of intimacy ', family warmth Kenny Barron conveys all the notes in its spontaneous and dry. A good opportunity 'to understand the core of the piano of Kenny Barron.

(On Air Spring is here Kenny Barron Live at Maybeck Vol.10)

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Imperfections and crackles

"Today is back on my tuner, it is as a caring doctor who goes every day to see if all goes well, and to reassure me.
That third party is not the piano still sounds like it should. And to think that it is the note that gives the tone to my ballad.

We looked, he still controlled the roller and then told me that that kind of Steinway can have a similar defect, but often moves very quickly, and alone.

"And then not come back?" I asked him with understandable anxiety.

"Who can 'say?", He said. "Sometimes everything goes right. Try, master, I think that now sounds without the hum."

I left the place on the seat, and I've played that does one, two, three times.
By pressing the damper pedal and listening carefully to the echo spread in the hall, like a perfume.
I did not hear any rustling, seemed perfect. The tuner has my smile, no complacency: "not my merit, teacher, these pianos have something inside that makes them wise. When it's time, they stop acting up and behave like good tools."
I tried again, I was not convinced and I seemed to hear the rustling of felt like I was a hypochondriac who tries at all costs the symptom that has not, and will test several times until the temperature does not think of a glimpse of some line of fever.

My tuner was shaking his head, with a confidence slightly improved with the years and practice.
But when he starts to put away his tools, and does so with calmness, precision and grace, it means that the visit is finished: for that day had been spoiled too. Then he looked at me question: "Teacher, can I confess something?".

The fact that he dared, almost hesitating, I was intrigued.
"Sure, sure ...", I replied pretending distraction, while I felt the softness of the sustaining pedal.

"I have the impression that you want that note imperfect, that you try at all costs that thin hiss, even when there is ...."

I've fixed, silent, attentive, perhaps harshly, as he continued: "... you look at that rustle the imperfection, imperfection, and a form of freedom ....".

With that note, with that third party is, the tail begins the Fourth Ballade that Chopin dedicated to Solange Dudevant.
He was right: only a rustling quell'affezione delivered me from the soul, from that mixture of random fate that I have pursued all these years.
So I understand that the world is only an imperceptible rustle in a note, in a perfect vibration.

And for the first time in my life I felt relief. "

(Roberto Cotroneo Soon With Fire)

Not much to add on air we will not know what '.... we'll think '.

The winter of my discontent (Alec Wilder)

Alec Wilder, and 'a mystery to me, this is without doubt the most' great American songwriter, a contemporary of Gershwin, Porter, and one of the least known except to specialists. His songs are a veritable manifesto of formal perfection and harmony of constructive harmonies, melodies and lyrics. His immense culture and 'witnessed by the 56 radio episodes titled "The American Popular Song," a veritable treatise on the form of the ballad and the American song from years 30 to 50 years.
Probably, there are very few versions of her songs' cause they are really difficult, both technically and to make deep, versatile composer of classical works, to a composition for children, eclectic and moody, often grumpy and lonely.

The ballad The winter of my discontent, quoting Shakespeare, sums up the type of work and the roots of Wilder, a great attention to European classical music, attention to the classics, perfectly matching the lyrics and harmonic and melodic.

The melodic line is always on the central register, which is starting from the obstinately repeated "this is the winter of my discontent" only to the discontent there is' a slight movement of the melodic line as if to symbolize a small tremor in the coldness and desolation , the centroid of the melody and then moves down reaching the do tocccare point more 'down the melody, which coincides with the lines "Before i had a chance to know the rapture That Meant", stressing the despair and resignation. Then suddenly the melody line in just two strokes back at the top is touching the highest point 'give up the upper octave, which coincides with the line "discontent", a cry of pain.

The second statement accurately reflects the trend of the first, in the structure and incredible similarity between verse and lyric .. The harmony of the verses and 'belllissima and innovative, although not in the original' provided an ostinato bass, the kind of obsessive structure of the melody, it claims, to enhance the dissonance that Wilder has previstola melody is in fact the initial consonant a gradual dissonance culminating in the masterpiece of the chorus. I recite verses

The world is full of dissonance
the scheme of things is wrong
The air resounds with the Resonance
of a harsh and spiteful song

And of course the melody becomes angular, edgy, wrong, pointing out the scheme of things wrong, blurred, distorted, and 'an incredible crescendo of alteration, of dissonance, which passes from DO6 without mercy' in LA 5 + continues to keep to the melody, a suspension of the soul, a real pain the tension that is created, which opens suddenly revealing something more 'to the sweet "The air resound with the resonance" to slip back in the cold and rough edges' of the lines "of a harsh and spiteful song. "The song ends on the last verse, which runs parallel to the first two AABA structure of the classical form, only a leap second last agreement that opens the song in raising more Eb9-5 finishing about more 'top of melody and a king 'to the discontent.

A pearl, very difficult to sing these harmonies that make difficult the angular pitch, but I can not explain as to why there are not many instrumental versions, and 'a deliciously piano ballad, dense soundscapes that offers new, off the beaten harmonic patterns, which can give rise to, sounds' not normal, maybe difficult at first listen, away from the tranquilizers and "natural" harmonic views of Gershwin or Porter, but after we went in will provide an experience very dense.

Of this ballad I report the version of Fred Hersch and Jane Ira Bloom in hard As One, the great Helen Merrill and experimental Something Special in the disk, and then very little.

The Winter of my discontent (Wilder-Berenberg)

This is the winter of my discontent
Like a dream You Came and went like a dream you
before i had a chance to know what rapture Meant
Came the winter of my discontent

Now every trifle Became has to care
now there is no joy but only deep despair
now for your lovely vision Haunts Me
everywhere in this winter of my discontent

The world is full of dissonance
the scheme of things is wrong
The air resounds with the Resonance
of a harsh and spiteful song

Now all the follies of the World Seem Small
let the empires rise and let the heroes fall
and let burn for the ruins there's no love at all
in this winter of my discontent

(On Air The Winter of my discontent Quoyle Solo Piano)