Una Bellezza Che Non Lascia Scampo – 2002

Tracklist:

Establishing the truth of a relationship has not Let my thought float like a feather in the air from him to me; he never left me alone, accompanying me on a silent path that is animated by unknown sounds.” in the end very much sense.

“Risveglio of a woman, from a sleep without images.

The conscious relationship with reality returns: the rehearsals of the concert, in that strange environment, seem paradoxically a dream, a beauty that leaves no escape, something that puts in crisis.

Away, then, in the vortex of the party, where the movement is illusory: an attempt to live the body, drums that echo a primitive being.

The others, in their normality, all seem to be asleep. In front of the piano an idea emerges, the hypothesis of a representation that materializes an unconscious fantasy; then the direct encounter with a different man, who gives her attention and interest, through sounds develops that idea and reproposes it as an invisible caress, human fantasy upon human fantasy.

And it is again crisis: immediately return to the certain, the known, the man of always, always the same, always indifferent: and emerges the malaise of an empty relationship that, not faced and resolved, leads to internal fragmentation.

Then, the rejection begins to emerge, perhaps the idea that you can, that it is possible to go away from nothing, even if this means finding yourself alone.

So the search for the new, that different man who has put in crisis his resignation, try to be closer: but he is not yet able to face it and ends up wandering in a village, where timeless echoes torment the thought.

And the cold dream returns, the death of someone without any material death: everything returns as always, the same indifference, the same emptiness, the same piano, the same piece of music, that idea never developed.

Then, finally, a movement, albeit with uncertainty, the only way out, to face the relationship with the different from itself.

Again, however, a failure: the internal can’t.

And the man, the different one, declares his love to her without saying a word, offers her the possibility of representing something that resembles the image of Love and Psyche.

And the movement, finally guided by a rediscovered inner image, turns into a red dance.

Then the memory, undefined, which proposes a new movement, a new search towards the unknown, or perhaps towards a different forgotten”

(Tony Carnevale)

“There is a question in each of us that seeks voice and asks for an answer from someone or something. So deep and hidden that it never becomes clear to the mind.

It moves with the movement of the body, emerges in the smile or in the look.

Perhaps only a man in love or an artist can perceive it and find the language, the form, to respond and give voice to that silent desire without violating it with lines and sounds too clear.

The images of the director, those of the musician: a rushing race from one to another, side by side, sometimes against each other.

The question finds the answer in sounds: counterpoint, strings, brass, human voice. The composer has found movement in those images

of affections and modulated them into sounds, or instead the images asked for a music as the body seeks a caress as the gaze calls to itself the eyes of someone else.

Capture the movement that is under the image, the invisible that color, rhythm, space, faces try to tell.

I wanted my music, but didn’t know what it was; the inner sound

that accompanies my loneliness, my time.How did Tony understand for me, to create that sound, that movement, those harmonies, I will never know. How I did, from my torment, from my dissatisfaction to extract such poignant notes and transform my look into melodic lines in which now I can a little calm for having recognized myself, I don’t know.

But maybe she has deceived me, as artists or men do with women; they tell you that you are unique, that without your beauty they would not have reached such a high point and it is not exactly true.

Establishing the truth of a relationship does not make much sense.

let the thought float like a feather in the air from him to me; he never left me alone, accompanying me on a silent path that was animated by unknown sounds.”

(Francesca Pirani)

THE ORCHESTRA

All tracks were composed, orchestrated, conducted, and produced by Tony Carnevale.