Que la fête commence

A particular inspired by Hyeronimus Bosch' Garden of Heathly Delights

Sometimes I ask myself, or I am asked, how music is born and from where a composition comes. I wonder if music can represent anything and, if it does if it can be shared objectively.

Trying to trace back my compositional process, I have realized that the original idea, the sparkle, is more often than not surprisingly simple.

There is something in the succession of notes or in a harmonic passage that came out of nowhere, sometimes even as a mistake, that captures my attention and unexpectedly blows up the emotion of a memory or evokes the memory of an emotion.

As for inertia, I push myself to a point that intentionally is not the extreme point I could reach at that moment, but just a little behind.

Of course, it can happen to complete from beginning to end in just one shot. But, if the initial idea has something valuable, we can say the composition is done. I leave it there to marinate for a few days.

I think about it, and I come to play it only to verify if it can bring me back to that moment anytime I play it back.

If so, it becomes like a seed that only awaits for the right conditions to sprout.

Since that moment, it has become an absolute obsession that lingers constantly. But despite this, I let it settle.

I do that also because I know that the moment I decide to complete the piece, the obsessive psychosis could get out of control.

In parallel, what has been evoked by that fragment takes a visual or, better, visionary form in my mind.

That those images that somebody could even narrate cinematically have an explicit connection with the starting point is secondary.

As if in dreams, what we see is not necessarily something intelligible by logic, but certainly, it pairs it symbolically and emotionally.

So, a story takes life. It is a short story made up of a few elements that, for me, and only for me, perfectly trace the music. Then, the music must follow coherently.

This play of back and forth between the story and the music helps me proceed detachedly without losing contact with the original emotion but without sliding to sentimentalism.

As the story continues, the music follows suit. Upon reaching the end, I make a mark. In a sense, it is the music that creates itself.

Gianni Savelli saxophone

Aldo Bassi trumpet

Pierpaolo Principato piano

Luca Pirozzi bass

Marco Rovinelli drums

Iginio De Luca Additional Percussions

Gaia Orsoni viola **

Gianni Oddi Clarinet * ***

Elvio Ghigliordini Bass Clarinet *

Andrea Biondi Vibraphone *

Track List

1 Tribù errante *

2 Que la fête commence

3 The chair at the corner **

4 Fog Dance **

5 Desejo

6 Semplice

7 Sevdah

Recorded at Telecinesound Studio, Roma

Sound engeneers: Simone Sciumbata, Aldo Amici

Additional Recordings at 'Elefante Bianco Studio', Roma

Mixed by Raimondo Mosci, Massimo Ruscitto at 'Elefante Bianco Studio', Roma

Mastering Alessandro Guardia at 'Alfa Music Studio', Roma

Graphic project by Leda Mazzariello

Produced by Gianni Savelli with the support of IMAIE

P.IVA IT13051611005