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Friday, June 18, 2010

Music and its tools - Joan Baez and her '27 Martin 0-45




20th Century Guitar
Rara Avis -- 1927 Martin O-45

May 2000
by Bianca Soros




In the Roaring Twenties an energetic postwar mentality emerged where old traditions were challenged and women took bold steps toward equality. The 1927 Warner Brothers production, The Jazz Singer, starring Al Jolson, dazzled the nation as the silver screen came alive with sound, and audiences heard the actors' voices for the first time thanks to the use of a new system called a Vitaphone. In Hollywood, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences presented the first annual awards for the film industry, which were dubbed the Oscars. The musical Showboat opened on Broadway, featuring the hit song "Ol' Man River." American artist Edward Hopper expressed loneliness, stagnation, and emptiness in his urban-inspired paintings.

In 1927 Babe Ruth set a new world record by hitting his 60th home run in Yankee Stadium. Meanwhile, Charles Lindbergh became the hero of the decade by successfully completing a 33-hour nonstop solo flight from New York to Paris in his plane, The Spirit of St. Louis. Henry Ford introduced the new multicolored Model A automobile to the public, while discontinuing the reliable but outdated Model T. Domestic architecture styles ranged from ornate classicism to the clean lines of modernism, resulting in an eclectic clash of styles.

The year was the beginning of significant changes. Calvin Coolidge served office as America's 30th president (1923-1929), but his lax economic policies led to the Stock Market crash of 1929 and to the Great Depression of the Thirties. Women of the day, called flappers, flouted conventional behavior and were seen wearing drop-waisted dresses accessorized with turban-style cloche hats and long strings of beads. Their spirit of liberation helped the women's rights movement gain momentum.

The late Twenties was the period when the guitar finally gained dominant status as the most popular musical instrument. As an important period of social upheaval reached its peak in 1927, the Martin guitar company made the transition from gut- to steel-string design. While Gibson and the Larson brothers were already building steel-string guitars to accommodate emerging musical styles, Martin was opposed to the change. Forced by economics as well as pressure from professional musicians seeking an alternative to the banjo and mandolin, Martin finally conceded.

This was also the same year that Martin was busy making a limited amount of their presentation grade 0-45 guitars (42 to be exact, available for the purchase price of $155). This 12-fret guitar's back and sides are constructed of Brazilian rosewood, and the top is made of German Spruce, featuring a shellac finish. This 0-45's top, back, and sides are outlined in pearl. The 24-inch scale fingerboard has bar frets and is inlaid with snowflake position markers. The headstock sports the famous torch inlay and engraved Waverly tuners with ivoroid buttons. The size 0 model has a smaller yet proportionate body shape, which gives the instrument a beautiful balanced sound that projects a loud, commanding tone.

Also worth (and handsome in both wooden and flesh forms...) showing Joan Baez's sister, Mimi Farina, with another old, little Martin's



I still remember the Joan Baez Songbook, the first music book I had as a young acoustic guitar player, so full of beautiful, timeless songs... it showed some pixes of young Joan playing her 0-45 en plein air... when I purchased Joan's first records, I cannot understand "why" her guitar was sooooo good... I was young... then, getting older, I learned and understood: she was playing one of the VERY best guitars ever built: full, rich sound, so mind-boggling in its tonal colours palette.

The Absolute Sound - Gary Viskupic's posters










Beautiful, beautiful artworks as used in The Absolute Sound covers... memories from a better world... but it was decades ago.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

TNT: Cuaba Divinos and Tortoise




C4?!?! TNT?!? ... much better, folks!

Puffed the last of twentyfive lovingly smoked Habanos, a torpedo-shaped Cuaba's cigar with the most perfect of soundtracks - i.e. TNT by John MacEntire's Tortoise on Thrill Jockey Records and, must say, world is a better place, this evening;-)

BP's fucking oil 60K barrels a day-spill, apart, of course... the bastards apologize with B. Obama and agree about an USD 20B self-fine... BUT are they REALLY aware of the weight of this HUGE waste/blemish on the planet (and its inhabitants) life?!?

Can music (someway) save us?

The healing super-power music has is immense, as I learned this very evening, as I puffed the a.m. Cuaba's on my terrazza, at home, looking at the superb clouds, ever-changing in the sky, moving and mutating shapes and colours, while swallows gave up to bats, in the up-coming night...

It was a music-less evening, BUT the listening session I had before dinner at The Room - TNT by Tortoise, of course - resonated in my flawed mind, as a tide, a clean... THE cleanest, most healing of tides, THE MOTHER of All Tides, ever...

A peaceful force.

It has been one of the strongest musical experience I had in my whole life, as I've been able to emancipate myself from audio and gears and mains!

I "felt" it, more than hearing.

The soooo satisfying Cuaba's flavour and scent and sky beauty evoked the Tortoise's music straight in my mind, something as strong as I never experienced before, period.

I felt, for some loooooong moments, a self-contained, pure, zest-like, primitive quietness... a truly seldom felt, rare feeling.

... and Music, yes, an unassuming post-rock, teenager-oriented "muzak" (no, it isn't ... just kidding;-))) was with, and inside, and around, me.

Amazing, as "that" name for a cigar - i.e. Divinos and "that" childish, alien drawn cover: did you notice the "smoke" on the cover?

Chance?

... nope...

Satori.

WJAAS - Have you JPY 2.100.000 handy?



A minty, sought-after EMT R80 (a very early 927st)... incl. Ortofon arm and custom-made seismic base.

Anyone interested?

It's "somewhere" in Japan, on consignement...

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Feeling at home


A studio, a music room, a space where to cultivate emotions, wellness, beauty in arts and music sure deserves to be called "home"... BUT, isn't "home" where we live?

... or is it where the family - i.e. a wife, children, a dog - lives?

Music-sake, what happens to me, my room and my music as an interaction/interwoving experience is, how can I say... predictable.

I recently brought in The Room my almost unused EMT 930st, as I'm very partial with my King of Turntables - i.e. Shindo 301, TGE's slate plinth, Schick arm in bronze armbase, Lumiere DST, etc. etc. - which is still and safely at home on its 260 kilos base...

The above, with the 4-chassis Thomas Mayer's preamp(s), my Partridge/Emission Labs 300B's and Goto's rig, will be the object of next serious hauling to The Room...

For now, I'm content and I'm getting better in cocooning and nesting myself and my music gears and software, both digital AND analog - tapes and discs - with some easier to enjoy/set-up gears... hurrying up can be an enemy, sometimes!

... so, step by step, dosing my exposure to the new environment, new background noises (the huge, old church bells so near, pleasant, BUT extremely BIG sounding at every o'clock), is paramount.

I'm reaching the necessary confidence and trying to get "true love" from that new place, "love", yes... so necessary to deeply appreciate music in a given place elected as "music room", definitely not a cloackroom;-))).

After falling in love (enamourement) with my studio, for its right size and non-parallel walls and high ceiling, I'm - sort-of - looking for more... Love, indeed - i.e. a quiet, relaxed openess of senses - ears, soul, heart... whatever.

My old trusty EMT 930st and its someway forgiving soundscape and broadcasting nature and details retrival capabilities is, truly, the most welcome gear for the task: not the VERY best, but, after a couple of (sad) months of digital-only, its "home sweet home" character is so much friendly, as it has been able to allow me in getting in touch with the room itself.

I'm now enjoying immensely a plethora of seldom listened discs, using different music as a musician uses dynamics - solo lute and harpsichord for late night listening sessions, jazz for lounging and chatting with friends, avantgarde for fearless, lazy afternoons, vocal, rock... well: you got the idea.

... and my 930st is REALLY an instrument, a musical instrument, I mean, which allows me to properly re-balance things...


It's not a secret, as David Crosby and friends sang eons ago "... Music is Love..."

... I heartfeltly agree... and wish to add: "Everyone heart (soul, whatever...) is home".

Monday, June 14, 2010

... it happened...


As I had already saw in a previous life, it happened... few evenings ago, I arrived at 9,30 at my new music room, opened the huge wooden door and entered in the atrium, ready to reach my studio and... my neighbor, the teacher living at the floor over my head, was there, smoking a fag, in the dark, wearing a gym suit and chatting at the mobile...

I only met her once and very quickly... "Hello!"... "Hello!"... that very evening I took my time to more carefully observe and consider her, the person with whom - unwillingly - I share my music with since a couple of months ago...

After shutting off her mobile, she said "Hello" and I replied, adding a short comment about the upcoming soccer World Cup tournement and people involvement at every level...

This few words after my hello, began a conversation which lasted about one hour... her teaching job, the students, my job... my music... MY MUSIC!!!

... as I worried about this, yes, she was definitely listening to my music playlists... immediately felt me naked, painfully nude, in front of her... does her understood it?

Can't say, but she told me something strange... "I turned off my TV-set audio to better listen to what kind of music you were listening for"...

Holy Ears... she wanted to BETTER understand, too!!!

She asked for the name of "a sad voice" she heard (Meredith Monk's Book of Days) and she told me about the experience of - her in bed - listening to a far, far solo piano (K. Jarrett's La Scala) at, maybe, 2 A.M., few days before... I corrected her, as it was "only" midnight;-)

What I'm saying it's... well, VERY strange and uncommon to me, as she also told me she smelled "some incense" coming from my place... I also corrected her, again, as I'm using a "Lampe Berger" to tame my cigars and pipe smoking habits.

... I'm under control, folks... she observes me, she knows my music and olfattive tastes... I'm trapped;-)

It's something really new to me... my wife knows me so well, as we grew up together, and I do not bother too much in showing myself as I am... but this is more than this.

... after chatting, two more fags for her and half a cigar for me, there, standing in the dim-lighted atrium, as she declined to accept my (innocent) invitation for continuing our conversation in my so near room, we waived "Goodnight" and "See you soon" and I listened to a lute disc - only one side - which, to my surprise, I enjoyed with a someway bitter-sweet feeling.

... maybe the cigar... or the "nudist" experience...

Who knows?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Bo Hansson and Bo Hansson



... yes, pals... two Bo Hanssons... one Bo Hansson, the Swedish Prog musician who wrote and played and recorded on Charisma "Mad Hatter" record label, two great records: "Lord of the Rings" and "Magician's Hat" - sort-of "ante-litteram" fantasy-tinted soundtracks to Tolkien's masterpiece - untimely passed away on last April 24th... R.I.P. to him.

The second one, also from Sweden, Bo "Bosse" Hansson, is fortunately still and well alive and kickin'... he founded back in the late '70s/early '80s The Audiophile's Audiophile record label: Opus3 and - as a parallel business - he ran Rauna of Sweden, devoted to some classy audio... the older among us will sure remember the concrete-made speakers from the '80s.

Bo, always gentle, supportive to every music lover - yours truly included - recorded several dozens discs with tube gears - tape recorders and microphones - and golden ears, using no studio gimnicks and tricks, BUT only well-rehearsed musicians recorded in natural sounding venues - i.e. churches, school halls and the like.

Bo's Opus3 discovered a young Eric Bibb and recorded him several times, alone and with Bert Deivert, an itinerant musician and busker who settled in the friendly Sweden for some time, just to record some records and make some money for other journeys, but Opus3's production spanned from Indian classical music, to organ to Irish folk, classical and jazz.

Bosse used Revox G-36, Telefunken M-15A, Neumann USM-69 and AKG C-24... and plenty of Basf and AGFA tapes... and produced among the very best sounding vinyl discs ever, also thanking the great mastering job made in Solna, at The Mastering Room.

His actual interest are also audio, notably speakers, analog turntables and tube amps... also an arm, a linear tracking arm produced by Rauna, is a very nice sounding, cheap piece of gear and a well-kept secret in analog.

Mr. Hansson has been and sure still is a BIG influence on my recording tastes and techniques and a quiet lighthouse to me, as he, rock steady, still uses his trusty, huge M-15 open-reel recorder and analog open-reel tape and it's not rare seeing him and his Telefunken's at some audio fair, demonstrating his gears with first generation, superb master-tapes.



An humble genius... thanks for being, Bosse!

Friday, June 11, 2010

David Crosby's P.E.R.R.O. Sessions.... WOW!!!





P.E.R.R.O. - aka Planet Earth Rock'n'Roll Orchestra... what a stoned name;-)!

This seldom read acronym defines The Holy Grail and the mother of all the sessions.

Imagine: between Nov. 70 and Apr. 71, the best heads of S.Francisco's musical scene gathered at Wally Heider's Studios in S.F. on a free-form basis, to produce what would have been the seminal David Crosby's solo "If I could only remember my name"!

Jerry Garcia, Jorma Kaukonen, Neil Young, Phil Lesh, Bill Kreutzman, Paul Kantner, David Frieberg, Grace Slick, Joni Mitchell, Graham Nash, Laura Allan... and David Crosby, these stellar musicians, some friends and the right amount of dope, BUT also discipline, love for details and empathy, without forgetting the young Stephen Barncard's great studio work and a definite "let tape roll" mode for weeks... all the above created a recording and a disc which became a legend.

From The Perro Sessions downloads (yes... the Mule;-) you enter from those narrow staircase which makes the "cover" for (part of) the disks, which possibly was the main entrance of Wally Heider's in S.F.... and you, literally, "see" the guys having good time, chatting, smoking, kidding, trying a new tune, loosing a chord change, humming an idea and sharing it, before the sessions reached, in few months, their status as songs and anthems to a generation.

Amazing!

Stephen Barncard, the sound engineer, used for these endless recording sessions, a non-standard master-tape format and speed - i.e. 2 inches on 30 i.p.s.!!!

The mighty tape reel boxes, 3M brand, I guess, are several dozens, as a 2 tracks 2 inches wide at 30 i.p.s. is worth about 15 minutes recording per reel...

It's like the producer (David Geffen) and Atlantic's E. Ertegun, the Boss and Stephen Barncard were WELL aware of the importance of the recording happening and weren't costs shy or technically saving, per se... as everyone into recording know, there's nothing bad like looking at the clock in the studio = thinking about studio wages, instead of music.

So, let tape rolls!!! ... and so they did...

... on PERRO sessions you're into the beautiful world of unedited alternate takes, only guitar and voice first appearance of famous songs, owning an algid trueness which production and editing, in worst or better, changed...

Perfection, the first David Crsoby's solo, at a price... long, long rehearsing, faulty beginnings, endless hours, weeks, spent in the studio...

The polished beauty of the final product is far to come... BUT those young geniuses are positively "ON" and producing something...

You can hear echoes of "Blow against the Empire" by Jefferson Starship, Crosby and Nash's first disc, still unheard songs... Jerry Garcia AND Jorma Kaukonen improvising in the studio...

From Crosby's bio "Long Time Gone" I learned this wasn't the best moment for David himself... his girlfriend, Christine Gail Hinton, untimely death and some dopes, heavy dopes, abuses marred a perfect West Coast dream and David's temper... BUT, nonetheless, what we music lovers had, almost 40 years ago, was a soundtrack to our dreams of America... freedom, open spaces, freewheelin', peace...

Dreams? Sure they were... on my part, humbly, I suggest to everyone to bother enough, like I did with my friend Daniele, to obtain those three disks...

Planet Earth R'n'R Orchestra... what a stoned name;-)


... but what an Heavenly music, too...

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Horn Porn in Sauerkraut sauce






... with some American spices...

I really do not blame too much on the RCA MI-9485 mids, nor on the vomited-like, Crocodile Dundee-hinted x-over nightmare or the (Tannoy, JBL's?!?!) highs or the possibly non-original woofers and mid-horns (Altec, Vitavox'?)... as the shape of those large Siemens' baffles is so sexy they stand to these abuses quite well, and I can't resist in showing and (visually) reporting as plain, no brainer "horn porn".

I listened to such a system only once in my life: all original, Siemens' drivers and KL-405s woofers and x-overs and it was very pleasant and natural sounding, with no exagerated soundstage, as I remember my feeling: very "thick", true-to-life sound.

In this case, I guess and argue - as someone at Roman's (thanks...) site also pointed it out - the room looks, at least, far better than the system...

... but - as who am I to "judge"?;-) - I wish and trust the owner enjoys.

Herb Ellis passed away or sixty years of jazz-guitar


The former guitarist of Oscar Peterson Trio, after superseding to another great, Barney Kessel, in 1953, born in Texas in 1921 and an hillbilly guitar player at his beginning, sadly passed away few weeks ago.

Thanking Norman Granz and his JATP, he was a guitar player all of his life, in a never tiring and ending jam-session mode, playing with virtually ALL the greats: Ella, Satchmo, Stan Getz and many, many others...

He also founded with Joe Pass, Charlie Byrd and Barney Kessel, the Great Guitars supergroup.

Sixty years on the guitar...

Garrad 301 with new flywheel, belt-driven!!!





Here is something cool, folks... a French artisan gave to the mighty Garrad 301 (but also to the 401) a new soul, as it can be ran via a large flywheel and - instead of using the vulcanized rubber intermediate wheel - using a belt... yes... a belt on a 301!

My friend Alessandro - owner of the black, one-of-a-kind 301 - who sent to me the pixes I'm showing, told me he's VERY satisfied with the final result...

Will investigate... Pierre Riffaud's site

A quick note on Bert Jansch's first disc on Transatlantic



Do you know how did it cost to produce a record which is still - for yours truly and many, many, many others around the world - among the first 10 albums of all times?

£ 100 (onehundred pounds)...

Bert visited every week or so, when he had a song or two ready to record, Bill Leader's house and, on a humble, yet reasonably good and musical, tube Revox G-36 open-reel recorder, using a single stereo AKG C-24 microphone in Bill's dining-room.

The visits and recording took a whole year and the sessions costed to Transatlantic the a.m. sum: £ 100... it was 1965, in London and Pounds were heavier, that days, nonetheless...

Just considering if some recent multi-million sessions/productions be worth 1/100th of the merits and value of Bert's first... don't you?!?

Someone else was also clever... John Martyn's first, the Mono "London Conversation" on Island - BTW, the very first Island records label issue - costed an "hideous" £ 158 to record and produce...

It's because both Bert and John are Scots?!??;-)

Or - better said - art is, as it often happens, non money-related?

A Playlist Player Vinyl Emulator (sic...)






A novel concept and beautiful exterior make this Playlist Player vinyl emulation system a certified object of desire. The device — which plays back digital files in an apparently Serrato-like manner — attempts to simulate the classic ritual of the vinyl LP.

“There are two parts to the design: the player, and the record box containing five different coloured covers. Once the playlists are chosen and synced to the player with a memory stick, the user customises the outside of the sleeve with artwork of their choice. It could be photos of a memorable night or person or typed and hand drawn tracklists. Once the record is placed on the player, the music begins and the outer ring of lights illuminates. As the playlists plays rings of light visible through the translucent record move towards the centre of the disc, like a needle tracking on a record. These lights represent time and not the number of tracks, meaning your music must be enjoyed from start to finish with no distractions like the temptation to skip tracks, fast forward or rewind.”

Seeing people designing experiences like this is always nice, but it does illuminate the rather unsettling fact that the album format is dying. People are consuming media in ever smaller chunks and the LP experience is no longer the norm. I think this is a huge loss and an unfortunate consequence of the on-demand nature of the internet.

Although I grew up listening to 8-track, vinyl, cassette tapes, and then CDs — all of which tended to be enjoyed in album format more often than not — I must admit that I jump around a lot when consuming MP3s. I have recently begun rebuilding my music collection in lossless FLAC though and this has encouraged me to listen to more music as whole albums. If Skelly’s Playlist Player supports FLAC or WAV it might make the experience that much more enjoyable.

N.o.B. (Note of Blogger) - While thanking Mojo magazine for hinting this "ground-shaking" new and to Scott Hansen for his above thoughts, I'd wish to underline that this "memory lane" approach isn't new: Dieter Rehm's classy Braun or B & O's gears brought to perform digital instead of the glorious, simple-as-breathing analog they were made for... well, we're more or less in realm of inflating rubber women dolls... are "this" paying any kudos to women or simply and sadly, VERY sadly aberrating their shape and "functions"?

So, why not dating with real, flesh & bone gals, a much rewarding practice, and simply browsing for now sooo cheap analog turntables to enjoy your dad's Patsy Cline's disc or, why not, order - yes, you penny-pinchers around - buy the new record by "xxxx" or "yyyyyyy" - hey, they still press them and if you order a new title at your local shop you'll get it - and not using I-Pods for joggin', period?

These so-called vintage-before-it's buried marketing is like shooting the fatal bullet to a wounded soldier... let's buy vinyl, pals... let's do not moan if downloads wins over vinyl, if we for first do it wrong!

... a Certified Object of Desire?!?!? ... this freak duckling, a C.O.D.?!?!

Julie Christie in Dr. Zhivago is - definitely - a C.O.D.;-)

...

His Bobness and The Drawn Blank Series or... how to buy/own a Bob Dylan's autograph for cheap


... yes, folks... Bob Dylan's autograph are auctioned at Sotheby's for high-fetching sums, BUT... imagine: purchasing for an amount of money worth an average quality racing bycycle a (not so bad;-)) limited edition drawing made and signed by Bob Dylan Himself!

It seems I'm not the one and only to think like above, as the previous, 2008 and 2009, collections - were sold-out in a hurry.

Have a browse at the fine catalogue... I'd honestly like - by chance - "Bycycle";-))) by His Bobness in my music room... and you?!?

Bob Dylan's The Drawn Blank Series

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Radiowaves and whales





Radio, as I use to do, from time to time, listened in the dark of the evening, lazily in bed, is a (little) well-kept secret of mine, indeed...

Yesterday at about 10 P.M., Silvia Boschero, with the support of the italian artist Moltheni (aka Umberto Giardini, Cancer-born like yours truly... and not a chance!),
was "on air" with the following playlist:

Prince “Darling Nikki”

Jane’s Addiction “Jane Says”

Stone Temple Pilots “Creep”

Villagers “Becoming A Jackal”

Richmond Fontaine “We Used To Think The Freeway”

Post-Rock Special with Moltheni

Tortoise “Glass Museum”

Aerial M “Compassion For M”

Euphone “Broken Gourd”

Directions In Music "Track 2"

Giardini Di Mirò “Angeline”

Jim O’Rourke “Ghost Ship In A Storm”

Tortoise Remixed “Tjed” Remixed By John McEntire

Mogwai “Yes I’m A Long Way From Home”

Aluminum Group “Mister Butterfly”

Tortoise “Minors”

... and well, must say my ears and soul were in a diapason-like mode, vibrating at the music and vibes, unison with the live radio, Silvia and Umberto's choices and voices.

The highlights: the completely unknown (to me...) "Tortoise", "Aerial M", "Euphone" and "Direction in Music"... the Prog for the Third Millenium, pals!!!

Then "I Giardini di Mirò"... beatiful guitars drones. Then Mogwai and Jim O'Rourke, which I already knew, and the others.

... and... what about "whales", you'd possibly ask...
;-)

The radio program is called "Moby Dick";-) and it happens on RAI Radio2.

BTW: John McEntire for President;-)

Monday, June 7, 2010

Meredith Monk - a couple of "Book of Days" extracts on YouTube


Book of Days' extract

and

Meredith as the Mad Woman

Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Albums of All Times


Since its publishing, I always appreciated this very book: an honest book where an extremely various panel composed of musicians, famous and not so famous, record industry executives, producers, radio DJs, reviewers and critics, writes about the records which left a footstep in both market and people souls.

In a great foreword, Steven Van Zandt (of The Boss'- Bruce Spingsteen - fame) is straight as an arrow pointing out the merits of such a book... people will sure and always regret for the missing this or that record and musician, and also considering 500 records as a pretty broad discotheque, many fans will sure blame on a record at # 22 vs. 249 and viceversa... Deadheads vs. Beatles vs. Rolling Stones vs. Kinks vs. CSN&Y vs. Funkadelic... impossible to keep the best balance among all parties...

Nonetheless, the book, which I often give as a gift to both mates and younger pals, has a great plus: filling some missing, unknown pieces for the collector and giving to the beginner a starting point, from the bright past to the present.

Maybe "rock" will be studied one day, also in Europe, as a topic worth a Ph.D, like the late John Fahey graduated himself at UCLA, back in the '60s on Charlie Patton and his blues roots.

So this humble, but amusing, informative, cheap book will serve... sure worth, MUCH more worth than the paper where it's printed, folks...

If you don't own it, I heartfelty recommend it, for you or pals... it's a great moment making a circle around the # of the owned disc, for me as for everyone I'm aware of.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Meredith Monk - human voice or a love for life



I guess, almost sure, the first sound when a baby was my mom or grandma singin'...

Old songs hummed as lullabies during my first life moments... I singed at primary school and with friends, growing up... guitar and singing; Cat Steven, Bob Dylan, Simon & Garfunkel and Claudio Rocchi, Joan Baez, Francesco de Gregori, Neil Young, Francesco Guccini and Alan Sorrenti...

A nice method for being cool and having girlfriends... now, much more proficient in guitar playing than during those clicky-clackety first chords at high-school... I get dumb!

Words aren't and never were a problem, but those seldom times I now play for an audience, I always have to fight with my stagefright just to introduce a tune...

So, I'm actually a dumb guitar and oud player, period;-)

... but I don't want to write about myself...

My father has been an operatic and popular choir singer, a bass singer, actually, for most of his life... I feel it's not by chance I'm sooo attracted by bass and baritone singing and I'm also baritone-pitched.

I also always loved double-bass, first in the orchestral, rare parts, then searched as a soloist instrument...

I only recently realized I'm REALLY, sincerely and deeply into voice, human voice, its immense possibilities and nuances: from Meredith Monk to LaMonte Young, Pandit Pran Nath, Demetrio Stratos, David Hykes and his Harmonic Choir, and Guyto monks from Tibet, I'm much more into those artists and/or ancient vocal techniques who are exploring in rarefied fields, obtaining moog-like sound from their chests and throats, than attracted by Beatles' or Beach Boys' vocal harmonies... a possible "project failure" for yours truly;-), as the above simply leave me mild as smoking a Dominican cigar.

I (badly) DIY-learned ghost, double octave singing - i.e. with the GREAT support and inspiration of an old tibetan singing-bowl, magically pitched to my own voice-pitch, choosen as a love-at-first-sight affaire, after having tasted several - I'm able to modulate on a (own generated) low-pitched drone, an higher tone, modulating emission with some tongue positioning in the mouth...

I still remember the deep, deep pleasure... - Bingo! - when I, out of the blue, heard coming from my mouth as it was someone else, this double sound.... oooohhhh...uihhhh... together, like two singers.

While I listen to Meredith Monk's "Book of Days", looking at those b/w superb pictures of her and the other singers, all - chance, again - bearing exotic, almost alien names: Robert Een, Ching Gonzales, Naaz Hosseini, Nicky Paraiso, Nurit Tilles - I feel the uniqueness of Man... the endless improvising skill, the never-ending creation of patterns, noises, trilli, tremoli, a plethora of different effects which only one of my most beloved artists, a blackbird which every evening reaches a TV antenna on a building, in front of my house windows and terrazza, is able to use.

Always various, never repeating itself, the blackbird, like Meredith Monk, apparently surprises itself while singing... like a never ending gift and music dedication and praise to the beauty of Creation.

... and, nope... I'm not aware of other "instruments" having this snappy, filterless, deep feature, but our very own, humble, yet unique voice.

Meredith Monks' DVD