Marcello Bonanno | Cycles

Al mondo che ho incontrato fino ad oggi. // To the world I have met till now. [M.B.]

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Acquista ► CD, Spartiti, Download (Mp3 / Wave / Flac), Streaming

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Music by Marcello Bonanno
Piano: Marcello Bonanno

Album produced by Gianluca Cangemi & Luca Rinaudo
co-executive producer: Danilo Romancino

Recorded by Gianluca Cangemi and Luca Rinaudo at Zeit Studio, Palermo (Italy)
Mixed and mastered by Luca Rinaudo at Zeit Studio, Palermo (Italy)

Piano Tuner & Technician: Marcello Barranco

Art direction and design by Antonio Cusimano / 3112htm.com

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Un suono solo, unico, centrale, si materializzava granitico in una verticalità incommensurabile: una sorta di obelisco dai profili ellittici, sempre in movimento ed impossibili da percepire nella loro finitezza. Un suono trascendente che discendeva al di qua delle nuvole cariche di lampi – il Suono Primo, Uno – si deformava ai lati specularmente, proporzionalmente ma non simmetricamente, dall’alto verso il basso, in un divenire continuo di questa forma unica, costantemente centrata sul suo asse, e sempre centrata sopra la mia testa.
Il suono centrale si espandeva da un lato estendendosi a differenti suoni mutevoli, e dall’altro lato tutto era proporzionato nella proiezione di questa interazione: il “terzo suono”.
Alle volte il suono solo si smaterializzava mantenendo la presenza costante della sola idea di se stesso, e di quella forma gigantesca restava la percezione della amorfa vastità.
Ai piedi di esso, l’umanità si avvicinava microscopica, brulicante, misera e spersa. Poco dopo intuiva che avrebbe potuto adorare quell’idea unica, in maniera caotica oppure ordinata, perché avrebbe potuto continuare a muoversi nella stessa insensatezza di prima e a compiere qualsiasi nefandezza nel nome della sua incommensurabilità.
Alla fine, le emanazioni del suono diventavano radici cadenti, e pian piano si affiancavano al tronco, diventavano parte di esso, si piantavano vive nella terra profonda. Il suono di fulmine e granito era diventato una creatura viva, immensa e silenziosa.
[M.B.]

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A sound, in the center of it all one single sound was materializing as a rocky form of seemingly limitless verticality. It was elliptically shaped, like a sort of obelisk, and its contour was changing, in constant motion, in such a way that I couldn’t begin to sense its final outline.
Coming from below the lightning-filled clouds, a transcendent sound was warping sideways: the Original Tone, the One. Its sides were distorting from the top downwards, proportionally but not simmetrically, and its shape, however consistent, was evolving constantly, firmly balanced on its axis and always centered there above my head.
As that Tone expanded from one side only, spreading out and interacting with other changing sounds, on the other side a change occurred too, in proportion to those interactions, so as to give birth to a third sound: the Combination Tone.
At times the Original Tone dematerialized, and yet the amorphous vastness of its gigantic shape kept on lingering steadily in my perceptions so that I could still clearly perceive the very idea of it.
At its feet, humankind started to gather: a swarming mob, wretched and lost. It didn’t take long before humans realized they could worship that One Idea, either chaotically or in a more organized way, in that they saw an opportunity both to behave as senselessly as they ever did and to commit any wicked actions in the name of its incommensurability.
And then, the Tone started to send roots towards the ground, and little by little they surrounded the trunk of the One until they became a part of it, eventually sinking deep into the soil, and that gigantic sound, made of lightning and granite, ended up becoming a living creature: immense, and silent.
[M.B.]