About Wavescape I

As I said in a previous post, there are different stimuli that drive me to write new music. Wavescape I is an example of fulfilling a mundane need.

My self-imposed date to release A Path With A Heart was very close and I had a pile of half finished tracks and just a couple of finished ones. I firmly believe that without deadlines nothing is accomplished; so, instead of postponing the release, I decided to make things simpler and write a short piece of music, easy to produce, with very few sounds.

Living near the shore has always had a profound impact on me. When I’m on a trip and the sea is far away, I feel lost. There’s something missing, no matter how beautiful the place can be. Without the sea I always feel a little depressed when the sun goes down, even in the middle of a crowded city, living at a hectic pace. I don’t need to see the sea at all times, but I like to know it’s close by.

In addition to this, I’ve always felt attracted to music that can evoque sounds of nature. It’s so easy to create a certain atmosphere with recordings of raindrops or storms, but there’s a real challenge in doing so with musical instruments. The vast universe of the sea offers a miriad of sonic possibilities.

One night I used a string patch from a virtual synthesizer and tried to depict, somehow, the majesty of waves that break onto the shore. Quite a few times my troubled thoughts have found solace in front of them, in the middle of the dark.

Peace can be found in the middle of a conflict.

About Sarrasin (II)

So I had an almost finished track with a beautiful title and no ending.

Years went by and, one day, I came across a newspaper article about a French writer, named Albertine Sarrazin (another way of spelling sarrasin). The article was a review of her most famous novel, L’Astragale, inspired in facts of her own life.

Albertine’s story was both moving and terrible. A life in perpetual danger. Abused as a child, a prostitute and bank robber in her teens, escaped from jail… and, at the same time, with an unquenchable thirst for literature and art.

After living so dangerously she found a relative peace with her literary success, but died from complications after surgery. She was only 29.

The book has a preface by Patti Smith, and just that preface justifies buying the book. One can vividly imagine Patti’s loneliness in the Brooklyn of the first 70’s, vagabonding the streets, choosing between buying a cheap lunch o spending her little money on a book (L’Astragale), and feeling so identified with that French writer that had died so little ago.

Sarrazin lived her life at such a fast pace and everything ended up so abruptly. I felt like writing an end of the track in contrast with the beginning, with resemblances of the past, peaceful and unsettling at the same time, both requiem and hommage.