THE SWIMMERS QUARTET
Alzek Misheff- Lightning II
Maurizio Barbetti- viola
Rocco Parisi- bass clarinet
Riccardo Sinigaglia - piano
"The swimmers quartet" does not give
en encore because it has not a repertoire. For
someone who chooses improvisation, it may be
a condemnation and a privilege at the same time.
To listen. A sound, a second sound. Suddenly
a melody, a dissonance or a long chord. To make
others listen what happens. Far from jazz intonations,
nothing is known before, how to begin, nobody
knows when it shall be ended.
And it ends, just like a love act ends. The
logic of an unrepeatable "truth of sentiment"
has been accomplished. Of that particular time,
of that way.
To put souls and instruments together we need
a story. A title is not enough. The story has
to be told behind the scenes, before going out.
It can also be told to the public in the hall.
It is like fog or vapour, a fiction to know
where to stay and to begin very slowly to reveal
the progression shape.
Like expert swimmers, the virtuous musicians
relax to increase their speed with an infinite
and timeless resistance. Oceans can be crossed
and in this metaphor what is improbable becomes
reality. Music not written but lived.
Perhaps there is something from John Cage's
thought but there is also a strong desire to
look back. I like thinking about my native Thrace,
ancient mountains where the great musician found
and lost his Echo. In the oscillating before
and after /never going back/ music, time, the
first sound, the answer express themselves and
everything disappear. But an emotional event
has happened, through which we all may recognize
Playing listen to others playing too. They
listen to you.
Acqui Terme, August 21, 2001