Contro I prometeici maghi dellautopoiesi 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 gallerys 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 dellautopoiesi 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 Zès piece, brazilian concrete poet and musician, and
I quote from David Byrnes Brazil Classics 4 compilation so you can have an
idea of what Im talking about:
an instrumet he constructed [Tom Zè]. Its 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 Zè claims he can build it again, given the materials, a carpenter, and
48 hours.
I wonder what will oil, vinegar or tabasco would affect Cianciusis pieces.
I am excited and anxiously waiting for his new pieces.
*Walter Cianciusis events wrote after the presentation, 09/20/04.
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BIBIANA PADILLA MALTOS
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