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« Eaux profondes
les desseins du cœur ;
l’intelligent sait y puiser. »
La Bible, Proverbes (20, 5) – Adages de Salomon
Musique concrète de Lionel Marchetti
en deux grands volets :
Chasser (1ère étude naturelle) - 44'30'
Chasser (le piège) - 57'23''
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Chasser (le piège)
Musique concrète de Lionel Marchetti
d'une durée de : 57’23’’
en trois grands mouvements enchaînés / 13 parties
Pour Bruno Roche
Production, conception, composition, réalisation, tournages sonores dans les Alpes, instrumentarium : Lionel Marchetti
Fragments pour piano tirés de 5 études pour rien, composées et interprétées par Olivier Capparos (enregistrements au CFMI de Lyon/1995 par L.M.) et librement arrangés par Lionel Marchetti
Musique composée dans le studio personnel du compositeur, ainsi qu’au CFMI de Lyon et dans les studios de l’INA-GRM de Paris (1995/2010)
Présence vocale (et tournages sonores) : Bruno Roche, William Pellier, Frédéric Malenfer, Yôko Higashi, Lionel Marchetti et divers hasards radiophoniques…
Copyright : Lionel Marchetti/Olivier Capparos/SACEM
Photographie : Bruno Roche - 1996
Chasser (le piège) :
1/ Le cycle de l’eau - 23'55''
Sur les hauteurs ; premier journal – 7’08’’
Du proche au lointain – 1’19''
Les oiseaux – 1’44’’
Le vent, la neige… – 2’26’’
Une pierre – 1’22’’
La grotte – 0’58’’
Le glacier – 3’18’’
Refuge de l’Alpe – 5’40’’
2/ La nuit (troisième carnet) - 13'19''
La nuit - 6’02’’
Minuit – 3’06’'
Nord, sud, est, ouest - 4’11’’
3/ L’espace du dedans - 20'08''
Dans la forêt – 9’24’’
Feu, catacombes, expérimentations radiophoniques
et final - 10’45’’
À propos de Chasser (le piège)
par Massimo Ricci, Touching extremes :
« In a short email conversation with the composer, consequent to my review of another fine transcription of his art called Madame Morte, a pair of sentences by Lionel Marchetti stuck in my mind as we were talking about the music we’re analyzing today.
One said “Chasser is madame life”; the second was a plain yet quite walloping “it’s important”.
Combine these basic concepts, and the result is akin to declaring that “life is important”.
In truth, nothing is healthier than the skilled seaming of inherent narratives by a wise beholder of the far side of realness to make us ponder about the extent of the being, as modest as it may be.
Let’s not forget that Marchetti was the first who had the balls to snatch musique concrete from the jaws of academy, thus rendering it an explicit physical process.
Evocative, or just enigmatic, the incidents that delineate these two outings – released separately but to be considered as a single work – are spectacularly effective in placing us in a rather uncomfortable zone.
In that place – as every level-headed person can attest – our cognitive state flirts with both beatitude and concern, recognizing familiar accents while remaining frightened by beastly utterances, or sudden detonations.
The painstaking procedure applied for cutting and pasting pluralities of fragments and electronic enhancements inside a momentous composition is nearly visible; there’s nary a moment of non-transmission of values having to do with the core of sensation. Sense of worried anticipation and innermost strain signal a path to an improved discernment, not solely in the sonic meaning of the term.
You could try and probe the acoustic depths of Premiere Étude Naturelle to define it as the most “open” chapter as far as the transparency of the occurrences is concerned.
Perhaps call it the “innocent” half of the opus, replete as it is with echoes from the nature, animals, children at play, interspersed with crystal-clear piano chords.
There’s anguish in abundant doses, too: a woman’s recurrent sigh, someone screaming in ungodly fashion, frequencies warped to the point of becoming a psychoneurotic weapon, poetry recited with different levels of stress upon perpetually mutating backgrounds.
All of the above can translate into a sickening experience if individuating the vital links beyond a misrepresentation of normalcy is perceived as ignominy.
On the contrary, this is a breathtaking voyage: being born implies the acceptance of good and – especially – bad in their stochastic sequence, accompanying the miserable trip towards an eternity where our role as minuscule specks in an everlasting murmur will sanction the end of a “career” as purported flag-bearers of universal evolution. If the murmur is inclined to absorb the polluters, that is.
Le Piège – though partially sharing themes and sources – is slightly more ambitious, requiring concentration and patience (and – similarly to its companion piece – a set of high-quality headphones, otherwise fundamental details will be certainly missed).
It revolves, for its large part, around sonorities that recall inauspicious atmospheric conditions in an indeterminable wilderness.
Two friends speak, whisper and laugh out loud during what sounds as a hunting expedition, even imitating a howling wolf along the way.
Ample spaces, almighty winds, resounding gunshots, steps in the snow and/or mud, remote reverberations halfway through faraway trains and a heavily filtered pressure of some kind, a marvelously quietening interlude with piano, crickets and wolves, a soprano intoning devotional melismas amidst trumpet-like squeals.
Unusual apparitions (generated in the studio) and shortwave radios escort the raw matter of the original field recordings; the ultimate outcome coincides with the urge of closing the eyes and getting lost in the amniotic liquid of a soul-enriching aural miscellany: the life.
Which is important.
Only for ourselves, perchance, but still needing to be dragged onwards.
Apparently for a reason. »
Massimo Ricci, Touching Extremes - 2013
Lionel Marchetti is a French composer of concrete music
an improviser (electronics, various analogic systems with modified speakers, REVOX reel-to-reel recorder…)
as well as a visual-sound artist, a writer and a poet
Whether his music is composed or improvised
the body has an important role (Lionel Marchetti danced with the university company Relyanse between 1986 and 1991)
To define his music, one can borrow Kenneth White’s saying :
« Concrete or abstract ?
I like abstraction where a memory of substance remains, concrete refined on the frontiers of emptiness. »
NB : for a complete bio & diverses web links
have a look here : Archives radiophoniques…
(below, in my bandcamp discography)