srijeda, 11. rujna 2013.

Federico Durand - El libro de los árboles mágicos (2012), El idioma de las luciernagas (2013)

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

El éxtasis de las flores pequeñas (2011)

‘El éxtasis de las flores pequeñas’ is Buenos Aires-based producer Frederico Durand’s second record (after the Spekk-released ‘La Siesta Del Cipres’ last year), and while it clocks in at a mere half-an-hour, shows a deceptively subtle hand at work. Using field recordings, piano and guitar treatments might not be the most original or shocking way to get the drone scene in a tizzy at the moment (hell, doesn’t Machinefabriek release an album like that every week?) but Durand’s music sounds so deeply personal it’s hard not to get sucked in. He shows reverence to his predecessors and wears his influences on his sleeve (this wouldn’t sound out of place on 12k, for instance) but there is a personal touch that really sets you down in Argentina. At times ‘El éxtasis de las flores pequeñas’ sounds like the audio equivalent of a postcard – close your eyes and listen and you could practically be there. Having never traveled to South America let alone Argentina it feels like I’m being exposed to sounds and experiences yet to happen, and that in itself is a blessing. Recommended. - - boomkat

La Siesta Del Cipre's (2010)

This compelling new microsound work on Spekk was inspired by what its author describes as "the sensations produced by listening to music while falling asleep." Federico Durand set about producing some wonderfully foggy, suggestively melodic miniatures for this album, each brilliantly capturing the kind of between state your senses are in at the moment of waking up, or drifting off to sleep. The slow moving, gauzy sound designs mirror sleep-tinted perception in all its languid, fuzzy warmth, and invitingly drowsy tracks like 'Mi Pequeno Mundo De Papel' and 'Los Alerces Del Patio' feel every bit like the conduits to the land of nod they were intended to be. Marking Durand's album as an alternative to the more commonplace laptop-generated ambient records out there, La Siesta Del Cipre's was laboriously assembled on an ancient PC with cassette tapes. While the process was distinctly lo-fi, the end result is anything but, and despite the snooze-centric concept the record proves to remarkably well-crafted, lending a special kind of quivering, filtered precariousness to a piece like 'Pudu, Tu Nombre es Tobias?'. Another fine release from this Japanese label, occupying the same upper echelons of the micro-ambient world as Chihei Hatakeyama or even the most accessible works of Stephan Mathieu and Taylor Deupree. - boomkat

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