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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Ryuichi Sakamoto live in Padua or the (bitter) frustration


Just back home from Sakamoto's live concert in Padua... this concert has hit my lowest instincts... yes, Morelenbaum and his cello, Sakamoto's grand piano, the violin and viola player... BUT, also if I spent an amount of money worth 3 or 4 vinyl-discs;-)... I was seated tenth or eleventh row in an over-heated theatre, the prey of audience noises and musical idiosyncrasies.

This sure brought me to a strangely bad, negative mood: for me "live concert" means breathing same air artist breathes, also feeling but also looking at his gestures, tics, expressions, whatever makes me nearer to the artist himself... also, from the first rows were I usually (try to) sit, I'm able to enjoy both amplified (if any) and - to some extant - acoustic, natural instrument/voice...

Otherwise... well, it sounds maybe excessive, too, TOO much... but... I dare, yesss, I dare saying it: otherwise, I far, far, I mean faaaar more prefere listening to, Sakamoto, for example, in Gotorama shiny - my very own - realism!

... aaaaahhhhhhhhh... feel much better, now!

I mean, people coughin', one hundred kilometers highway, the fog, the hard chairs and... yes, also, must sincerely say, the far away stage almost dark and the not so "right" (let's say "opinable") choice of his (superb) music for such a large venue... well, I was thinking to beloved "Casa" or "Chasm" or "BTTB" or any other Sakamoto's disc issued in the last decade... no, not on the stage, one hour or so ago, BUT in my studio... ah!

Instead of those pro BIG concert speakers, nice as monitors but absolutely flawed in returning (all) the subtleties of the trio, I didn't realize 'til now I prefere listening at home... believe me, it's almost a defeat for yours truly... also if I attend to several, say about 30+ classical concerts per year and, say, 10 or so jazz/folk/rock concerts per year, I never had such a negative reaction to a great musician live concert! NEVER, ever!

... hey, Sakamoto-san... why are you laughing to my frustration?:-)))

Must say that, some months ago, I noticed the seed of the above mentioned craziness, while "enjoying" Van der Graaf Generator (sans David Jackson's saxes) I left theatre wildly blaming over Peter Hammill's choice to play without the saxes... beloved "Man-Erg" from Pawn Hearts seminal album was so disappointing I screamed after the piece, while my friends and whole theatre were handclapping, "Shaaaaame... where is Jacksooooon?!?! Shaaame":-)))

I risked to be picked up by the whitecoats guys and their straightcoats:-)))

... so, seriously: is it possible that listening to my stereo gives me (sometimes) more, MUCH more than a live event?

Will I attend again to a (non classical, jazz or acoustic) concert?

I'm both sad and happy... going schizophrenic?

... yes, maybe and... yes:-)!

... forgettin' to say: I quitted the venue and a concert flawed by a someway unhappy playlist, an extremely noisy air conditioning and highway traffic noises in the background... one hour or so was more than enough... I extremely enjoyed some opera at the radio, on my way back home.

Sunday's disc - Jonathan Wilson's Gentle Spirit on Bellaunion



A great, great disc, pals... it's a double vinyl recorded in (ex) LaurelCanyon's glorious analog sound - i.e. the full analog studio relocated always in LA suburbs as Five Star Sudios, previously in LA's hills and now in Echo Park, BUT always loaded of Neumann's Pultech's Neve's and other goodies... and the sound will let you hear the difference between Pro-Tool and the above!

Jonathan Wilson is a (someway) romantic guy born in 1974 but whose tits-milk was CSN&Y, Jackson Browne and all "our" heroes hinted.

I love, TRULY love when a youngster follow (and often improves) THE fathers' path:-)

It's sort-of a smoth revolution... evolution?!?! "Natural Rhapsody" on side two will give shivers and shivers and shivers...

Stop kiddin'.... go and buy it... vinyl is SPECIAL and will make your ears, heart and audio system HAPPY!

Friday, November 11, 2011

11/11/11... a new palindrome...


A lesser, slightly interpretative kind-of palindrome, less beautiful than this previous one, BUT still something which intrigues people worldwide... best day-date for virtually everything, from marrying to arm VTA fine-tuning;-), 11/11/11 is, nonetheless, "something";-)

Thursday, November 10, 2011

WJAAS - Hair-styling and (Vintage) Audio in Osaka, Japan



A new frontier, folks... here is a cool place where - with clever scissors sounds - you can also enjoy, in glorious Western Electric sound, your fave lounge music... a plus included in the hair-cutting service!

Thanking my friend Kazumasa-san for hinting;-)

Monday, November 7, 2011

The milkshake


Yesterday and on last Saturday I had two very satisfying listenings at my studio... nor strange, neither a rare event, must say;-)

... what I noticed was, instead, a sense of cohesiveness, like a creamy, extremely tasty, so full of multi-coloured nuances... a luscious, smooth (musical) milkshake, where, say, banana, peach, strawberry, milk and ice were all so nicely blended... where the colour wasn't yellow or pink, anymore, but a new colour and no chops and debris of a.m. fruits... only the grand-total - i.e. the milkshake itself - was "there", as a new essence... the dynamics, detailing and that always surprising sense of "brand-new" which hits me - the listener - at every note or so... well, Holger Czukay's "On the way to the peak of normal" on EMI was a never-ending source of enjoyment, as the analog tape multi-editing, loops and reversed-tape created a studio-made soundstage, BUT, nonetheless tremolo electric guitar sounds were so lively and owning an extremely various nature... and each note was shiny and surprising in its VERY own, as I told you.




Also Kate Bush's "Aerial" on EMI double vinyl proved to be - unsurprisingly - a magical aural and musical experience... nice, while waiting for her new "50 Words for Snow", out these days.



Like when I was a teenager and found that old milk-bar, Bar Esperia in Padua... I used to drink one or two milkshakes in a row, as one only woke up my taste and pleasure, so a second one was mandatory... same happens with my Gotorama: one disc, followed by a second one... then I sort of reach an acme, a pleasure overload, and I turn off the system and have the short walk back home.

I - sort-of - fill up the tank with emotions and musical satisfaction and I do not REALLY need those loooong listenings as I used to, years ago... I'm not greedy, anymore; like a superb food doesn't need a pig-manger, a trough-sized dish, BUT form and classy presentation and look and good smell... I'm content, fully satisfied, so I simply go back home to my wife and dog... strangely (or not), I also play my instruments - acoustic guitars, both 6 and 12 strings, and oud - much more than some months ago, when the fine-tuning of my system was still an issue which, sort-of, left me "musically tired".

Music, as life, needs balance and a quiet serenity to be fully appreciated, as appreciation isn't - for yours truly - only at ears level, but at a much, MUCH deeper, spiritually and physically, level... a very intensity-variable, ever-changing form, something which moves like a Vu-meter needle depending on mood, weather, etc.

... but, still, a necessity like air and water.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

No comment!


From a recent Venice's Biennale Arte trip... "Shooting at Earth" by (Taiwanese artist) Chen Shin-Hung... sooooooooooo true!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Friday, November 4, 2011

Liquid Sky


Must see it, as per my friend Massimo suggestion...

A low budget, acid tinted and hinted sci-fi movie from a Russian/Israelian/American director...

Lenco Variations



A renaissance or a Lenco for every season.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Music and its tools - Mimmo Peruffo's Aquila Corde Armoniche


Mimmo's workshop is almost empty, naked... as he only needs large space for drying strings... a Zen kind-of "factory"... BUT almost every lutanist (Hopkinson Smith in primis...), oud players and classical guitarists and ukelele players... ALL swears "Aquila Corde Armoniche", nylon and gut strings painstackingly hand-made one-by-one in Vicenza, Italy, represents the very Zenith for them and their instruments...

A well kept secret...

Stay hungry, stay foolish!


Steve Jobs' speech and "letio magistralis" at Stanford University...

"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Steve Jobs"

A common man visionary wisdom... the best one!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

David Munrow



... to do NOT forget him, here is a truly superb site held by Robert Searle and lovingly dedicated to the memory and music of the late David Munrow... the Pied Piper, from the title of the radio program he held for 600+ hours on BBC... where about 600+ different topics were touched!!!

David remains a personal hero of mine... to enjoy his class and art, browse the a.m. site and order... ORDER the six Granada (British) TV screenplays which were broadcasted in early '70s... it's one of my MOST cherished DVD and I often play it on some rainy Saturday afternoons... and I always have a glimpse of a better world.

For the Ancient Music scholar, here is, repeated "ad abundantia" from a previous post I wrote years ago on the VERY matter...
it's part of the huge archives papers, letters, concert programs, etc written by and concerning DM.... browse freely, as I did for years, now and enjoy!

Friday, October 28, 2011

Horse Power


Thanking Roman's (always) cool site, here is a not so jokingly cartoon rendition of a badly integrated multi-channell speakers system.

Instructive... and amusing!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Carnage by Roman Polanski



Polanski did it, again.

A quite claustrophobic movie, BUT, nonetheless, very amusing and... WASP!

Monday, October 24, 2011

Sunday, October 23, 2011

A very, VERY sad GP Sunday - Marco Simoncelli dies at 24


During today Sepang/Malaysia's MotoGP, the young, talented, "crazy" ace, the italian motorbike-racer Marco Simoncelli unfortunately was hitted by Edwards and Rossi - his close friend, by ill-fated chance - after he badly slipped on a bend.

It was clear he was heavily wounded... a broken neck is deadly stuff...

It's really a sad evenience, folks... a young champion, a young life was lost... thieved, washed away!

R.i.p. to Marco, fondly remembering his simpathy and look, with his long hairs in the noble tradition of Omobono Tenni, the late Guzzi italian champion during '30s and '40s, who also sported a magnificient, lion-like mane.

Psychedelic lunch



While making order on the table, after a pleasant, relaxed Sunday lunch with my wife, I noticed this very dish... some premium olive oil mixed with the (remaining) juice of some red-turnips... it immediately reminded me of San Francisco's musical scene... Winterland, Jefferson Airplane, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Grateful Dead and those light shows by Owsley and others...

Funny...

Friday, October 21, 2011

John Martyn's Solid Air... a cover


After trying and trying for years... sure NOT the most difficult tune I know, but I wasn't able to play it fluidly and fluently on my six strings acoustic guitar; few months ago.... bang!... I found this on YouTube and... well, Rich saved me;-)))

Knowing the tuning - a weird one, I admit - i.e. C-G-D#-F-A#-D - wasn't so easy, I say... but this cool guy taught to me ALL: tuning, fingering, slapping, vocals and overall feeling of that superb song!

It's the proof a master (Rich, in this case....) tells more than any music-sheet/tablature, which wasn't able to give to me the real thing, that twangy, laid back feeling, the late John Martyn gave us all as first track of his seminal, blasting Island disc, decades ago!

So, thanks a lot, Rich... and thanks, dear John!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Oliver Sacks's "Musicophilia"


Thanking Bjork and her hinting, here is a devastating, awesome book about... well, you know, as it's in the title...

"Music can move us to the heights or depths of emotion. It can persuade us to buy something, or remind us of our first date. It can lift us out of depression when nothing else can. It can get us dancing to its beat. But the power of music goes much, much further. Indeed, music occupies more areas of our brain than language does–humans are a musical species."

... I'm reading it, now... and find the tales, samplers, interviews, stories quite exhalting and mind-opening and a MUCH better time-filler than (any) TV program;-)

A great near-the-bed companion for any music (and serious-enough audio)-lover, and a book which, someway, goes deeper in unveiling (...) the so still mysterious interaction between us, our mind and music.

Vladimir Janklevitch and "Musicological Philosophy"


This intriguing, often debated French/Russian philosopher, who (someway) hated Erik Satie and his musical tricks, extensively wrote about the most enigmatic and ineffable features of music and its ability to say/not-say/express, but only hinting something... to suggest a mood, a landscape... also the smell and the feeling of a place.

Maybe worthwhile further investigation as only a philosopher - sometimes - owns the skill to properly describe the ineffable.