Contro I prometeici maghi dell’autopoiesi innovative, or how the Goethe Institute in Rome got lighted.
By Bibiana Padilla Maltos
Music in Oil* A musical instrument in oil -Walter Cianciusi
…So he walked thru the gallery’s door asking me : Bibiana?
I finally met Walter Cianciusi. The inaudito musician. The one who I was supposed to meet two years ago. We stared at each other and –even this is going to sound ridiculous, it was like we were not believing what we were looking at. We walked around. Which is the one you like the less? Which is the one you like the best? You got it.
Of course I was going to attend to his concert, what else is there to do in Rome? Okay, no need to answer that.
I went to the concert because I wanted to hear the most recent work of his; because I wanted to participate in the same euforia that he participated; I wanted to listen and most important feel the audience reaction about his piece.
Pickled Music* A musical instrument in vinegar. -Walter Cianciusi
So with my 40% of poor italian and my 100% of not perfect mexican spanish I got Devon and myself from Trastevere to the other side of the city.
The Goethe Institut garden was filled with lights and speakers. At the end of the stairs was Daniela, who invited us to sit down and listen. So we did.
Between shadows you could see the eyes of the audience following colorful lights guided by the notes the speakers were emitting. What would the people next building were thinking in their appartments while cooking dinner or helping their kids do their homework? Would the sound infiltrates their habitats making ecco? Does the music went into their places and keep on going into the sould of the buildings by the ventilation? How far did the music go? How pure was the music getting that far and how impure was at the garden where we were sitting? Do I wanted to be there?
It is not that I wanted to be there only. I was there and the piece was involving and flirting with us –all of us, giving an invitation to stay.
Music in Tabasco* (an event for Bibiana Padilla Maltos) A musical intrument in Tabasco. -Walter Cianciusi
Contro I prometeici maghi dell’autopoiesi innovativa, was written in this current year by Maestro Walter Cianciusi. An immersion on the deep and frenetic music experimentation that takes us little by little from Xenaquis to John Cage –my personal favorites, in a true search of chaotic interpretations of small parts of life.
Reminds also Toc, Tom Zč’s piece, brazilian concrete poet and musician, and I quote from David Byrne’s Brazil Classics 4 compilation so you can have an idea of what I’m talking about:
“…an instrumet he constructed [Tom Zč]. It’s a cabinet with benders, vacuum cleaners, floror polishers, and other appliances on each shelf. He “plays” the appliances by pressing buttons on a “key-board” made out of doorbells which turns the blenders, etc. on and off.
One cold evening this instrument became fuel for a bonfire made by a farmer. Tom Zč claims he can build it again, given the materials, a carpenter, and 48 hours.”
I wonder what will oil, vinegar or tabasco would affect Cianciusi’s pieces. I am excited and anxiously waiting for his new pieces.
*Walter Cianciusi’s events wrote after the presentation, 09/20/04.
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