Pastoralne kutije svjetla postavljene oko rekvijema.
Federico Durand, El idioma de las luciérnagas (The Language of Fireflies)
How do you play the wind chimes?
I hear crickets pulse; it sounds like breathing. If it seems that the elephant of memory plays the piano, it’s because the speed of the pulsing notes punctuate each moment before sounds vanish in a bright, gray haze. There is a sweetness beyond melancholy in the natural tones of the sounds as if Durand had bumped into an old calliope and discovered that its steam whistles had punctured the keyboard with the sap of new seedlings.The firefly language is based on roots of light. The music dawns on you, in you, all over you. And then you forget who you are and just listen because you are not just listening but experiencing.The sounds of birds blend with the raindrops of piano notes until it seems the birds are singing while playing the piano, or the piano is accompanying the birds.
How do you play a player piano?
It is as impossible to be sated with Durand’s music as it is to grow tired of Satie. When Durand opens up his music box, the crickets breathe through it. Satie created his “furniture music” as music that was not meant to be listened to. Durand’s El idioma de las luciernagas is meant to be listened into. It creates a place where wind chimes, stray guitars, and dropped thoughts fall like rain. The music makes me think of eyes as olives and wonder what they would see.These are microambient sounds because they puncture air holes in the glass jar of the world and we can breathe through it, pausing and passing through the punctuation that makes the language of fireflies a language of light.
How do you play a musical box?
Durand shows us a box of light and we play it through our ears. This music catches the idiom of fireflies only to release it and and let it exhale. Listening to this music on the verge of sleep is like hearing the rustle of cellophane just before a new dream slips out and a cello comes into focus. And that rustling cellophane is the sound of birds inside the dream coming to seem like music because it plays the seams of being.
Downbeat, chiming ambient compositions dedicated to "fireflies and its mysterious language of light". Seven comfortingly cute pieces recorded with piano, acoustic guitar, tape-loops, DS, 2880, music-boxes and field recordings made in Muñiz, La Serranita and Zurich. - boomkat
El libro de los árboles mágicos (2012)
There is a little mountain village in Córdoba, Argentina, called La Serranita. There lives my mother. Her house is a simple, rural cabin placed on a hill. Everything in it matches perfectly with the spirit of the place. A house to live in during heavy winter storms. Behind the house there is a path which leads to Anisacate river. Here and there you can see bushes, eucalyptus and espinillos which either sleep or blossom in the shelter of the seasons. Sometimes, at dusk, an owl appears while invisible insects whisper among the leaves. And in the vicinity of the mountain path there grow plants of rosemary, mint and other herbs you can make infusions with. ‘El libro de los árboles mágicos’ is dedicated to that place, to the crystalline community of its people, to the animals and things. In fact, this album is more like a storybook. Every musical piece takes the voice of that reality and also its echo, which is born out of dream and fantasy. (Federico Durand)
Pastoral ambient swirls incorporating nocturnal field recordings and delciate electronica. -boomkat