Melody... Beauty... A life... City... Friends... Loneliness...
This all - your music.
Aviy / RU
I could not find better words to define my music than these, written by a person who came in touch with it in some other place in the world. Sometimes, other people imagination matches the spirit of what we do better than us.
IMMACULATE BREAKFAST is the solo project on which I have spent the last two years. I sought for an expressive sound, essential poetic sintax, wide open space, lyricism and modernity. This breath is to me the key nutrient of life, being empty and elusive in nature, without it we couldn’t last but for a few moments.
My search has always been in the pursue of a personal, distinctive melodic style, but more than anything all I wanted to do at this point was to create something that had a beaty of its own.
A solo project required me to add to the saxophone some of the harmonic depth that single line instruments lacks. To achieve this quality I put the instrument in an orchestral perspecive, employing various expressive possibilities and techniques of contemporary language, along with the acoustics of the place where the recording sessions took place.
The program draws on different sources: original songs framed into polymodal structures, classiclal and baroque repertoire, early music sacred hymns and themes of the jazz tradition. Everything is adapted to fit the saxophone and give each song a personal character. Some, like Chopin’s Nocturne op. 9, have never been arranged for soprano and recorded to date.
Note on the location of the sessions:
In recent times after many years of intense activity, I felt the need to retire from music for a while, having lost interest due to the general lack of ideas and creativity on the scene. Not being able to find any pleasure in the practice of music, I considered the eventuality to quit altogether. So, with the exception of few isolated appearances, I decided to limit my playing to single weekly sessions just to keep physical contact with the saxophone. All this took place in a very special space: the chapel of the former mental institution Roncati in Bologna. There, nestled in a sort of retreat, the ancient hall halo became an instrument itself, in the form of reverberating waves produced by the same horn that had lost any appeal to me. The rise of vibrant, unearthly sound returned to me the original meaning of music I experienced many years ago. This time comitted to such a lonely search showed me a direction that brought my style to maturity and a certain formal completion and these recordings are the outcome of two years hard work.