lovely track - uplifting and good for the soul - mind you I didn't understand a word so it might have been condemning me to endless pain for all I know 🤷‍♂️🤣👍👍👍

love these pianos working together!! very well done!!!

beautiful piece (and well played!). makes me think of philip glass' minimalism a little bit.

The last days I spent repeatedly rehearsing on the piano, over and over again until the fingers are telling me to stop. Does it help..? Old guitarfingers are not easy to convince. The poem on the end is about the very short spring in north Norway where I originally comes from, close to the Barents sea. 
The picture(in medio April): VAKE - Varanger Arctic Kite Enduro

Poem: 
Den nordnorske våren(see english further down)
written by Helge Stangnes.

Det buldre i skybankan ute i vest;
en intro på tunge tangenta.
Den nordnorske våren har sala sin hest.
No rir han med regnfaks i vestavindsblest
mot kysta som lenge har venta. 

Han dreiv og førsov seg – i år som i fjor.
Så søtelig låg han og drømte,
og våkna først då han fekk sola i nord.
Då for han i ørska av senga, og svor
på å ta igjen det førsømte! 

Den nordnorske våren har ullvotta på,
og skjorta e skeivknept og åpen.

Han fann ikkje støvlan – så fort sku det gå.
– Men midnattslyskappa, den hekta han på,
og nattsol og mildver e våpen.

Akkorden må holdes, og tia e kort:
Det røktes fra sørlige fjorda
at telen og vintern e jaga på port,
så her må det jobbes litt faderlig fort,
førr pottet og frø skal i jorda.

Så tørke han sveitten ei juninattsstund
og brer ut et smørblomsterlaken,
og lest som han legg seg og tar seg en blund.
Men akt dokker, jente, han e rett en hund:
Han ligg der på lur – og e naken!



In English(hard to translate from north Norwegian):

It rumbles in the cloud bank out west;
an intro on heavy tangent.
The northern Norwegian spring has saddled its horse.
Now he rides with a splash of rain in a westerly wind
towards the coast which has long been waiting.

He was almost oversleept - this year as last year.
So sweetly he lay and dreamed,
and only woke up when he got the sun in the north.
Then he got out of bed and swore
on catching up on the neglected!

The northern Norwegian spring has wool mittens on,
and the shirt is crooked and open.
He did not find the rubber-boots - that was how fast it was going to happen.
- But the midnight-light coat, he hooked on,
and night sun and mild weather are his weapons.

The piecework must be kept, and the time is short:
It is rumored from southern fjords
that tele and winter are chased at the gate,
so here it must be worked a little fatherly fast,
for potato and seeds should be in the soil.

Then he wiped his sweat for a moment of June night
and spreads out a sheet of buttercup,
and pretends to lie down and take a nap.
But beware, girls, he's just a dog:
He's lying in wait - and he's naked!!

Den Nordnorske Våren

Photo : Marielle Lemaire - Ariège - France

Marcher, c'est des captures d'images, des sentiments qui se composent, se transforment, se ruminent en de douces pensées. Dans l'enlacement continu du parcours, cette source de satiété physique offre une richesse grandissante à l'esprit. La pérégrination ancre nos sens dans cette réalité.

Walking is capturing images, feelings that are composed, transformed, ruminated in sweet thoughts. In the continuous embrace of the journey, this source of physical satiety offers a growing richness to the spirit. The journey anchors our senses in this reality.

Ce projet se compose d'un prélude, d'une pièce principale, de cet interlude suivi de son postlude.

3 - Sur Le Chemin - Avec Franck Douvin

ON|RUST as it appears here on soundcloud is the first stage of a small project that is actually called O|N|RUST consists of this track, plus a Bandcamp version (January 2024 - supplemented with two short pieces for percussion and electronics) and a 2024 small scale vinyl release. I've built a number of rhythmic sound machines especially for this piece which mainly consists of the hum and interference of electrical equipment supplemented with an electric guitar drone. Mastered by Rupert Clervaux.

ON|RUST

Marco Lucchi : piano 
*
6 marzo 2024
*

Dell'aurora

Anthocaris cardamines

Primavera per me non è la donna
botticelliana dell'Allegoria.
Primavera è per me questa farfalla
fatta di grazia e di fragilità!

Oggi, lungo il sentiero solatio
dove sosta la lepre alle vedette,
un orecchio diritto e l'altro floscio,
tra il grano verdazzurro, lungo il rivo
costellato di primule e d'anemoni,
tra il biancospino, che fiorisce appena,
ho rivista l'Antòcari volare
e il cuore mi sobbalza nell'attesa
senza nome che tutte in me resuscita
le primavere dell'adolescenza....

Ma primavera non è giunta ancora.
È la quinta stagione. Un chiaro Marzo
canavesano, inverno già non più,
non primavera ancora. È l'anno vecchio
tinto a verde d'Enrico l'amarissimo.
Se cantano le allodole perdute
nella profonda cavità dei cieli,
non s'odono le rondini garrire;
lasciano appena il Delta o la Gran Sirte
o riposano a Cipro ovver vïaggiano
sul cordame d'un legno tunisino...

Ma l'Antòcari vola e il cuore esulta!
È la farfalla della novità,
la messaggiera della Primavera,
la grazia mite, l'anima del Marzo.
Essa avviva la linfa nelle scorze,
il brusio, il ronzio, lo stridio,
risuscita l'incognito indistinto.

Oh! Messaggiera della Primavera!
La Terra attende. Il cielo che riempie
il frastaglio dei rami e delle roccie
sembra intagliato nel cristallo terso;
il profilo dell'Alpi è puro argento;
pallido è il verde primo, il pioppo è brullo,
la quercia ancor non abbandona il fulvo
stridulo manto che sfidò l'inverno;
allieta lo squallore la pannocchia
pendula verdechiara del nocciòlo,
la nubecola timida del mandorlo;
tiepido è il sole, ma la neve intatta
sta nelle forre squallide, a bacìo.

La Primavera non è giunta ancora,
ma l'Antòcari vola e il cuore esulta!
La messaggiera della Primavera
è timida, sfuggevole alle dita,
coscïente di sua fragilità;
quasi non vola, s'abbandona al vento
e visita la primula e l'anemone,
la pervinca, il galanto, il bucaneve;
il vento marzolino fa tremare
petali ed ali dello stesso tremito
e l'occhio mal discerne la farfalla:
l'ali minori, marezzate in verde,
chiudono come un calice l'insetto.
Insetti e fiori; mimi scaltri, come
v'accordaste nei tempi delle origini?
Le pagine di pietra dissepolte
attestano che i fiori precedettero
gl'insetti sulla terra: fu l'anemone
che alla farfalla ragionò così:
«Sorella senza stelo, come sei
fragile d'ali e debole di volo!
Salvati dal ramarro e dalla passera:
rivestiti di me, tingiti in verde
ai lati, in bianco a mezzo, in fulvo a sommo,
e con l'antenne simula i pistilli!».

E il fior primaverile alla farfalla
primaverile diede i suoi colori:
dolce alleato nella vita breve....

E la caduca musa marzolina
sa che deve sparire con l'anemone,
sparire prima della Primavera...

Visita i fiori, intepidisce il regno
per le grandi farfalle che verranno,
poi, giunta al varco della vita breve,
congeda il Marzo, volgesi all'Aprile:

Aprile! Marzo andò: tu puoi venire!....

- Guido Gozzano

Esatonale [5]

Marco Lucchi : piano, synthesizer and tape
MoriChieko : bass koto

marzo 2024

Iki no kôzô

Iki no kôzô # 4 - w/Mori Chieko

Dani and i the night before the launch of our new record just trying to shake off the cobwebs as we have had a few weeks without  jamming and now we better get our shit together: )  Album info .......The Rat Palace was our studio from when we first started seriously working together in 2016 until the landlords decided it was time for the artists to go and the tourists to come. It had been Mat's base since 2009 and hosted dozens of artists and musicians since it first started in 2006.
As the name suggests the place was run down, lacked various things like hot water, proper access and heating but it had a vibe, and the people we shared the space with all felt and helped to create it....Creativity was everywhere, day after night after day for years.
These 7 improvisations are a tiny fraction of the jams we had there, just a few highlights from 100s of jams. They are raw, unpolished and unconcerned with anything outside the moment. We rarely 'rehearsed' as such at the Rat Palace - just played.
Things come and things go - Vale Rat Palace, you were amazing.

Kirby/Ward - Album launch Improv

Esatonale [6]

Something They Called A Factory

2024-04-01

By Free Fall

Then She Reaches For The Gun was a one off project, bringing together more than 50 artists from across the globe, releasing an album in late 2022  https://nomatesensemble.bandcamp.com/album/the-vociferous-mapping-of-your-unlikely-future   But it was so much fun we are back for more.

The following Artists appear on this track :
Angostura Elwar -  2 x Behringer CRAVE analog synths/Yamaha P200 electronic piano 
Ambient Annie    -  Electronic
Banalytic  - Noise 
Chicago Word Brigade - Metal Electronica
Dane Renshaw  - Drums/Voice
Dani Kirby              -  Piano/Voice  
JZsuperstar - Doors/Keyboards/Water 
Libby Laksmi   -   Jazzy Loops      
Oberlin   -   Electric Guitar
Paul Miller - Electronic Percussion/Funk/Keyboards
Phil Bywater - Saxophone/Voice
Rosin Dust - Field Recordings/Saw/Violin
Robert Jefferson - Percussion
Wivresse - Electronica/Vocals
Mat Ward - Noise/Bass Guitar/Voice/Arrangement

Then She Reaches For The Gun - This Isn't Even Creating A Sense Of Space

2024-04-02

With A Glass In The Rain

My account is resting. Only occasionally posting or managing the account. I'll be back! 
 Keep the world a sane place and thanks for listening!

And...Putin, go fuck yourself!!!

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