1RDR

The story of this project starts right before the first blow, in the gesture coming from an instinct, an intention to reveal with accuracy, to modestly celebrate the beauty of a moment, the happiness of an instant (...) infinite, eternal, just passing by, coloring its path the way it has been colored itself: we are definitely talking about improvised music.
The original recording session has offered about 10 hours of music, telling hundreds of stories, hundreds of travels, hundreds of wanderings which had to be scanned, carved all along a year, giving some time to Time so that it could bring to light (clarify) a crossing, a story to tell, an air to sing, an air among the airs (1RDR)...
The other composition, after the one of the Instant, starts there. Trying, taking away, cutting, combining, assembling...eventually selecting 7 movements, connected in a cycle from which the ending can only be a beginning.

AN AIR FROM THE AIR:
The overture "1RR" (an air wanders) gives the tuning tone to the rest of the disc. Its meditative character offers the possibility to dive in the heart of the melodic and harmonic universe of the Cymbow (a single bowed cymbal), and to wander together with an air rubbing himself with other airs in a celestial dance.
The second movement seems to be the threshold of the story: the first airs are taking place, sometimes the contrabass navigates between the chords of the piano, sometimes it borrows the counter-chant of the cymbow. Technically, this piece has been recorded during the microphones tests before the first hour of the first day of studio.
Punctuated by a bleep, comes the riddle. Time waits, holds on, spirals until the detection of a new planet... there, like on Earth, things survey from a source to the sea, rise from the earth to the sky, remembering the opposite direction. This 4th movement brings into scene a confrontation to the material, giving birth to an unexpected song, unlikely, on the breach...

A DESERT AIR:
The following 2 miniatures are associated by tone symmetry. "Nuit de lustre" sings the time of a contemplative relaxation, a shimmering unison remembering Ligeti's "Lux Aeterna", when a lower air vibrates, hopes, bows are rubbing, holding back, and the energy gets free...
The final is a 3 part movement, "1RDR" opens as a firework : now is the time to taking off and the posture becomes like the one of the archer […] The rolls announce something else than the ending… a silent area, a resonance mount. Then, in the background of nocturnal tropical insects and below a full moon, the BAKA pygmies, true inhabitants of planet Earth, sing and dance, in the distance, the entrance of the party, the invitation to the dance, as if to celebrate their one more day' survival.

DANS L' AIR DU TEMPS :

A jazz album by essence, not by aestheticism, true intimate dialogue, tribute to silence and poetry, far for the theme/solo/theme scheme, the voices are enchanting, meeting together, being swapped with each other, murmuring while the rhythm is whispered more than beaten, getting closer to one's own heartbeat.
This music, improvised, manifests by its nature an air du temps in the same time as a ceaseless gesture. Aestheticism surrenders to vibration. Only one story among a thousand is being told and the colors it conveys suggest a thousand of images.
No answer is given, but the BAKA sang, sing, and will sing as long as the forest will be. The track 7, recorded during a trip to Akon Etyé, little camp of BAKA pygmies living in the south part of Cameroon gives witness of it. We experienced there a time all different than the one we knew here. Also, no mark of time can be found on the disc, in order to live open the perception to each listener. If our music is deeply influenced by their, we decided to pay homage to them by letting them sing, in mirror of the disc, in the far, with this tremendous respect and admiration that we have toward them.

"…djoko/thank you…"

In the end, this disc has to be listened as a story, a trip, an impression. The scope at the beginning offers the air in freewheel, the yarn unrolling until the beginning, going back to the end... the air desert, threshold to the imaginary.

inviting you to a 41'51'' trip
we wish you will enjoy the music

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