Brilliant exhibition of one's narcissism
Jacques COULARDEAU | OLLIERGUES France | 10/01/2006
(5 out of 5 stars)
"The saxophone explodes in a very jazzy way, swinging the sound around in a slightly syncopated style. The sound is so much part of the musician that the musician is in the music dictating his breathing to the notes that are contained in the air exhaling from his body that is nothing but the bellows of the saxophone. Slowly the music starts to verge onto distortion, dustorted sounds, to come back purer later and then lose its rhythm, its pulsation, to err into some empty space that it can't fill and this frightens the music that starts running away onto itself with a few tidbits surviving in the fear that besieges it. It becomes the pathetic linguo of an individual seen as a minuscule island, a minute island, who wants to get on the vast sea that surrounds him though he has no wings, no boat and he can't swim. Then the music becomes a call, egocentric and yet open onto the surrounding space. A mere mirror that reflects itself, and we explore the deep layers of this introspective labyrinth that has absolutely no exit. And no entrance. We can only contemplate the life swarming and swirling in there under an airtight sealed transparent pleasure dome. The music of Kubla Khan. But is it all pleasure ? Is that pleasure all that pleasurable ? Isn't it at times so exquisite that the pleasure seems to fade away into some relapse of noisy distorted doomed escape.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU, University of Paris Dauphine & University of Paris 1 Pantheon Sorbonne
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Track Listings (4) - Disc #1