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Fabio SELVAFIORITA - Valerio TRICOLI
Death by Water
DIE SCHACHTEL
DSC7 CD digipack deluxe 2011
Death by Water
DIE SCHACHTEL
DSC7 CD digipack deluxe 2011
Die Schachtel is proud to present Death by Water: a four-hand musique concrète composed by Fabio Selvafiorita and Valerio Tricoli.
This one track disc has been realized between Milan, where it has been composed, and Giudecca Island, in Venice, the location of the field recordings and reel-to-reel tape treatments.
The music stresses and questions the dramatic and alchemical potential of a musical landscape marked by water, as the work is intended to approach the fourth movement of T. S. Eliot’s poem “The waste Land”. Fabio Selvafiorita e Valerio Tricoli created a work full of narrative suggestions, visceral and metaphysical at same time
IV. Death by Water
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passes the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
(T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922)
This one track disc has been realized between Milan, where it has been composed, and Giudecca Island, in Venice, the location of the field recordings and reel-to-reel tape treatments.
The music stresses and questions the dramatic and alchemical potential of a musical landscape marked by water, as the work is intended to approach the fourth movement of T. S. Eliot’s poem “The waste Land”. Fabio Selvafiorita e Valerio Tricoli created a work full of narrative suggestions, visceral and metaphysical at same time
IV. Death by Water
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passes the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
(T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922)
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