George Nelson, a very present photographer of the London music scene, is running an intriguing feature on his blog,, where he asks musicians to pick ten seconds of their favourite tracks, and articulate why they pick that track, and what it is about those particular ten seconds.
When he asked me I was delighted, because, of course, I love writing about music that I love. Here is what I chose, and why. Direct link to the page is HERE.


Bob Dylan - Visions of Johanna (4’20” - 4’30”)
From: Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde (1966)

This is from Blonde on Blonde, my favourite Dylan’s album, on a par with Highway 61 Revisited musically, but possibly his all-time literary peak. I think the best way to listen to this album is on acid; not so much for the music, as for the lyrics: the unexpected, visionary, hyperbolic associations of subjects and concepts are enough to make any receptive mind whirl upwards into higher planes. These ten seconds are only one sentence, but here is the rest of the fourth stanza, the one that gave me the first hint of all the above.

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower frieze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees."

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Robert Fripp - Water Music I (0’00” - 0’10”)
From: Robert Fripp - Exposure (1979)

I don’t even know exactly what it is… Maybe just the fact that I’ve heard this piece for the first time when I was a teenager, and I was experimenting with a lot of drugs. I’m not sure, but I’ve listened to this track repeatedly over decades, and the impressions is still the same: this is what my brain sounds like. Not my ideas, not my fantasies, not even my musical imagination: this is the actual humming and hissing of my brain in operation.

(Water Music is part of a tryptic, which includes a version of Peter Gabriel’s Here Comes the Flood. This video includes the lot)

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Genesis - In the Rapids (0’00” - 0’10”)
From: Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down on Brodway (1974)

This tune comes almost at the end of one of the most epic sagas of youthful self-identification that prog rock has ever generated. It’s after Rael, the main character, has decided to miss his only chance to go back to his familiar daily life, and to stay forever in an unknown and forsaken place in order to save his drowning brother; it’s also few minutes before he realises that his brother is his own self, and that everything around and inside him is one and the same thing.
These few chords from Steve Hackett are the prelude to this last fantastic twist of the story, and there couldn’t be a better way to portray in music the peace that comes after a perilous adventure, just moments before you make a last leap into the new you that the adventure itself has brought to life.

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John Cage - Imaginary Landscape no.2 (3’58” - 4’08”)
From: Maelstrom Percussion Ensemble - Imaginary Landscapes, directed by Jan Williams (1996)

[3’12” - 3’22” in the Quatour Helios’s version, album John Cage - Works for Percussion (1991)]

Tin cans, man! How to ever grow tired of yet another chance to turn into beauty the endless stream of junk constantly belched out of the purulent cornucopia of modern society? As a percussionist you always live in the certainty that you only have to gather any three or four objects of the same kind - any objects: roof tiles, metal pipes, stones, clay pots, plastic containers, you name it - and you have a functioning musical instrument at hand. In 1939 Cage stated that "Percussion music is revolution". Long after the emancipation of percussion in music hierarchy has become an established commonplace, this statement has only shifted its focus, but has never lost its actuality. No matter at what stage of evolution you are as a society, percussion music will always be there as a divine tool, offering you the chance of experiencing reality on different planes.

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Popol Vuh - Hosianna Mantra (0’00” - 0’10”)
From: Popol Vuh - Hosianna Mantra (1972)

I’ve never been much of a Popol Vuh fan, apart maybe from Nosferatu’s soundtrack, where they seem to blend so seamlessly with Wagner; but this album has always been a league apart from all the rest of their production for me. Part of it is the strangely pan-religious theme in the lyrics; but the orchestration is also quite unusual for them, and the melodic lines are more articulated than in most of their music. There’s a haunting quality to the first few chords of this tune, something which immediately transports you into a world of unspeakeable depth, at once far removed from everyday life and yet somehow compellingly rooted in it.

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John Cage - Music for Marcel Duchamp (4’12” - 4’22”)
From: John Cage - Works for Prepared Piano (piano: Markus Hinterhäuser) (1998)

More John Cage, I know. In its disarming simplicity this little composition is never too far from the surface of the magma of my musical imagination. It’s one of those things: like the combined memory of all the trees you’ve seen in your life, all the birds you’ve heard singing; I guess John Cage would have been pleased with this comparison.
I don’t think there is a piece of music that gets paraphrased more often than this one in my musical discourse, both composed and improvised; especially in my solo percussion work. These ten seconds are from the final section; the phrase is to be repeated seven times, with no rush, to bring the piece to conclusion, and it’s just one of the dozen ideas that this composition has to offer on how to deal meaningfully with one-line melodies, silence, repetition, natural reverberation, sound palette choice.

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David Bowie - “Heroes” (0’00” - 0’10”)
From: David Bowie - “Heroes” (1977)

Am I being too banal here? Maybe not. I was thirteen when this tune was released; I still remember the first time I heard it, back from school, from the local radio: I crouched down to the floor, with my head in my hands, thinking this is the most epic you can possibly get in music - and I meant epic in the proper legitimate meaning of the word. When you’re thirteen there’s not much music you’ve heard yet, and you’re easily impressionable; but fourty years down the line, after rivers of music have passed through my ears and heart, my opinion of this track is still pretty much the same, and that accounts for something.
David Bowie is one of the reasons why I’m a musician in the first place, and still to this day he’s a constant inspiration and a steady reference for what it means to be an artist, both as a means of self-healing for the artist himself and as a facilitator of human societies’ spiritual self-regulation.

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Pat Metheny / Ornette Coleman - Endangered Species (13’01”-13’11”)
From: Pat Metheny & Ornette Coleman - Song X (1986)

A monumental piece of free music. These ten seconds are the final moment of release of a tension which has been accumulating for over 13 minutes. Surely there are tons of other earlier and more seminal works of free music out there, but this particular one has always been a league apart for me: the singleness of purpose throughout the track, the unhesitating energy, which stays unvariably dense, fast and fortissimo for the whole duration of the piece, did something for me that no other tune has done before, the first time I’ve heard it, at a young age, and left a permanent mark on my musical direction, and my ideas of beauty in a musical performance.



Some considerations dated December 2017

So 2017 has been a good year after all. The latest album of my trio Fiium Shaarrk, “We Are Astonishingly Lifelike” was chosen by Gilles Peterson as one of the best 50 in his “Essential Jazz and Beyond Records of 2017” chart, and BBC3’s Late junction put it among their best 12 albums of the year!
I was also creatively involved in the making of Collocutor’s “The Search”, which has made quite some noise in its wake this year, and it’s probably going to carry on being talked about for another good while.
2017 was also the year when I consolidated and started gigging my solo percussion act, and in the Summer I’ve recorded an album, which I am counting on releasing in 2018.
Berlin has been good with me too… I have started some new stuff there this year, which you will hopefully hear about soon. I've just started a Facebook page for my solo percussion project, Like it if you please, for the obvious reasons. I solemnly promise I'm not going to post pics of me smiling like a fool with my gear set up behind me in some studio where I’m working, nor of the grandeur of an empty theatre where I’m about to play. No need to mention cats and meals, of course; while political and philosophical conversations will be, as always, conducted strictly in person, when we meet, in bars, squares, houses. And we will meet; many of us.


Few suggestions for 2018:

Be agnostic.
Question everything.
Program your reading, and read a lot.
Work hard.
Be weird.
Learn a meditation technique, any one.
Don’t buy anything for Christmas.
Don’t abbreviate, and use your punctuation impeccably.
Maintain a healthy suspiciousness towards neologisms.
Be Love.




We Are Astonishingly Lifelike

Released on March 10, 2017 - Not Applicable, NOT036 - Buy HERE


Quite few stories in need of being told about this album; many of which will not find due space in the fast-paced realm of newsletters, tweets and facebook posts. They will all of course appear on the various social media, as isolated and short-lived bursts, and for all these reasons I have decided to set up this permanent table on my literature page.



In the first instance, Fiium Shaarrk are:

Isambard Khroustaliov, on computer,
Maurizio Ravalico, on percussion,
Rudi Fischerlehner, on drumkit.

So that we all know.


  • The genesis of the cover, and how we arrived at defining all the imagery related to the album, is too lengthy to be even told here, and I'm going to leave it to a keen interviewer.
    However, the photo was taken by one of my dearest friends, Benni Parlante, and the whole process was inextricably linked to my hometown, Trieste. The opulently uphostered dining room is one of the spaces of the Museo Revoltella, a building donated to the town in the 19th century by the Barone Revoltella, a local tradesman and patron of the arts, who also left an unrivaled art collection and a considerable sum of money to upkeep the building and expand the collection for centuries to come. We were very lucky to be granted access to the building for two days, and have virtually unlimited use of the various areas. Few hundred photos were taken before choosing the final two, and we can't thank enough Betty Apollonio, for facilitating the whole process.

  • The horse heads are the invaluable contribution of Alessandro Starc, one of the set designers of Trieste's Teatro Verdi, and are, incidentally, sawn off from a production leftover lifesize polystyrene replica of the quadriga statue on top of the Branderburger Tor, in Berlin; hometown of the Fiium.

  • Various models have taken turns wearing suits and masks during the mid July photoshoots: Federico Poillucci, Andrea Bolle, Marco Parlante, myself; and Yara Apollonio was there all the time to help keeping everything tidy.

  • The title of the album is borrowed by kind permission from an artwork by the American artist Barbara Kruger, "We Are Astonishingly Lifelike / Help, I'm Locked Inside This Picture!". Yet another signal of how much this adventure belongs to Berlin was given when, after a short hunt, we discovered that miss Kruger is represented in Europe by the Berlin-based gallery Sprüth Magers. It was a pleasant visit, and we were delighted and flattered by hearing that Barabara likes the cover, and she's happy with us using her title.

  • Alessandro Petrussa and Tiziano Bole, from Little Paris Productions, have taken the whole iconography of the album cover (and the horse heads) and wrote a script, directed and produced a video for our opening track, Conundrums. Praise goes to them and to the whole Little Paris crew, for taking this initiative and expanding the mythology of the band. The video can be seen on Little Paris' Youtube channel.
    It is purely coincidental that on the video we made four years ago to accompany Wozzeck's Variations, one of our first album's tracks, the main characters are men in black suits, wearing dog masks.


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In January 2010 we released the free downloadable "A Further Insight into Not Applicable"; Isambard designed the artwork, using images by Britt and himself, and I wrote the liner notes. In the digital release, the latter appear scattered across the various jpegs that form the album's pdf booklet. Here below is a text version, copyable, pasteable, quotable.

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Little did we know when we released out first collective work "NA - an introduction to Not Applicable" a year ago, that over 6000 people would have downloaded it; and little it matters nowadays that it was a free download, with a little "donate" button hidden somewhere in the page, that most people decided to leave unnoticed.
After all most of the material was recorded live, during performances with their own economy already arranged. And the videos were all out there already anyway, their commission already cashed in. The decision to not manufacture it in any physical support, then, settled once for all the production costs to zero, giving our hot heads final justification for just letting people take it. No charge. Treat of the house.
At times it seems to me that being part of Not Applicable is all about trying to do things the wrong way, mainly just for the sake that the right one has been already tried anyway. Or trying the wrong way in the quest of finding out exactly what is wrong in it, or indeed if there is anything wrong after all. This is the story of my life; I wonder how come I didn't end up in such a madhouse earlier.
Can't you have a label without a logo? a commercial organisation without a treasurer, or meetings without a moderator? Why can't you stack three hours of original music and over one hour of videos in one single release? And give it all away? WHY?
Not Applicable, the label, the group, the team, the people (I'm never going to call it a collective!) has probably most eloquently than ever, been defined by Isambard, who in our ABOUT page, describes it as "a group of musicians, composers, visual artists and filmmakers collaboratively developing new approaches to their respective artistic pursuits. Not Applicable is an open-ended framework which encompasses both the realisation and documentation of these collaborations in the form of performances, installations, CDs, DVDs and on the web."
That's it. Not Applicable is what we do, and if one day we will start doing other things Not Applicable will become something else. No constitution, no declaration of intents, no manifestos, no hierarchy. Quite a risky situation, considering it opens a door to the possibility of one of us going nuts overnight and exclamating in public "this is what Not Applicable is about, and this is the direction we're taking now!" and still be coherent with the original framework; and with no constitutional basis to throw him out, one is left with no alternative but dealing with it, and observing what sort of music can come out of this.
But isn't this what improvised music is all about? To generate a system that generates its own rules as it comes into existence, and to deal with it as it developes, with no schemes imposed from outside the system itself to refer to. This is the way I've always perceived the whole issue anyway.
Reminds me of that John Zorn piece, Cobra, where whoever is in charge is merely a co-ordinator, a prompter for the group's intentions, needs, spontaneous twists. - A brain, totally subjected to the body's pulsions and general state of health. The possibility of organising a revolt against the authority of the prompter, or even of isolating yourself and do your own loner thing, is also contemplated in the piece's intentions, and it's coherent with its purposes.
Democracy has got nothing to do with this. Democracy is only possible (and sensible) within a centrally structured, constitutionally based organisation of any more than two members. This is no democracy; this is a bleeding organism, and so is the music that comes out of it. You see, this is not about praising the beauty and the advantages of being part of a group, but rather to be given the chance of observing its dynamics, learn to fuction within it, allow it to inform our possible artistic outcomes and let the latter teach us about new forms of sociality; to read back spontaneous music and try to find schemes there, suggestions that there are still unexplored possibilities of the human natural tendency to co-operation.

"NA - an introduction to Not Applicable", our first collective release was an anthology, a collected selection of previously unreleased tracks, the majority of which was recorded live, during our regular nights at Scooteworks Café, in South London. Many friends have been our guests during those evenings so delightful to remember; a lot of new music has been created, some extemporaneously, some hurriedly composed, under the threat of a monthly recurrence. The idea of the first "sampler" (as we keep on calling it, even if it has no reasons to bear such name) was, chiefly, to make music that we were pleased with, publicly available, and incidentally to promote the whole adventure, to inform as many people as possible of our esthetics; to say "this is Not Applicable in its dynamic state; the rest of the catalogue are our finished works". A portrait, an introduction in fact, to Not Applicable.
This second collective output happens to be a monographic one. This is probably because the single event documented here in its entirety contains most of the extremes, the idiosyncrasies and the convergence of many different influences that transpires from the first, anthological one.
It is here treated as a further insight, for whoever cares to take the trouble of investigating futher, because, unlike an artificially assembled collection, it can give a truer rendition of the minute-by-minute dynamics of the group. It also furtively suggests that a maturation and a consolidation of the elements may have taken place between the two releases; something we like to believe.
The two tracks that compose this album are the integral, unedited documentation of a live performance, which was set up with the desire of taking advantage of a rare occurrence of having most of the core Not Applicable sound makers in London on the same night, together with some of our dearest friends, and past guests, from Berlin. This jolly party was furtherly enriched by the unannounced last minute appeareance of Anna, another Berliner, in London for a course.

The evening is divided in two sets. The first one follows a scheme suggested by Rudi, a progression of duos alternating seamlessly on stage:
R. Fischerlehner - A. Kaluza
A. Kaluza - L. Ohlmeier
L. Ohlmeier - A. Willer
A. Willer - M. Ravalico
M. Ravalico - R. Fischerlehner
With I. Khroustaliov being given the liberty of intervening throughout the set at leisure.

The second set is a collective improvvisation by all the above participants, added by the fortuitous arrival of Tom Arthurs, who, on a day off, appeared during the interval, and was forcibly driven back home by Isambard to collect his horns. Hadn't it been for this act of love we would have missed forever the dark intimations that came into existence on the last nine minutes of the set, because I have a feeling we would have probably called it a day at 24'10"...


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Originally published on in June 2009.

OpenImpro - nell’ultima email hai osservato in tono semi scherzoso che improvvisazione anarchia e ateismo vanno sempre insieme.
-Nel video su youtube dei Not Applicable Artists dici che il fondamento del vostro la voro è una sorta di ammirazione reciproca, che vi fa ascoltare, riprendere e sviluppare le idee degli altri.
Pensi ci sia una relazione tra musica e etica? se si, è possibile una specificità etica dei diversi modi/stili musicali e quale potrrebbe essere quella propria dall’improvvisazione radicale?

Ravalico - Se ho capito bene la tua domanda la mia risposta é sì, ogni genere musicale, in quanto tale, è legato a un’estetica che riflette quella della vita del suo creatore o usufruitore, ed è dunque un’espressione di specifiche idee su com’è che dovremmo vivere la nostra vita.
Insomma, nel modo di fare musica di ogni artista, e nei gruppi di genere a cui egli sceglie di appartenere, si ritrae e si definisce quella che è la sua ricerca personale di essere umano. Credo che sia un processo tipico di tutte le forme di creazione artistica.

Credo che se anche dopo decenni la musica improvvisata continui a rimanere un genere di rottura, ciò sia principalmente per due ragioni: primo perchè essa continua inflessibilmente ad evitare due principi costruttivi che sono propri della maggior parte dei generi musicali: la gerarchia umana e quella dell’organizzazione dei suoni; secondo perchè essa continua nel tempo ad eludere con successo qualsiasi definizione di metodo, e rimanere allo stesso tempo vitale e incredibilmente coerente con sè stessa.
Queste due forti caratteristiche separano la musica improvvisata da ogni altra forma di organizzazione musicale, e fanno di essa una componente misteriosa ed importante del patrimonio artistico umano. Qualcosa che dobbiamo continuare a coltivare, e che probabilmente custodisce una delle chiavi del nostro progresso.

Come riporti qui sopra, la mia opinione é che quella che tu chiami improvvisazione radicale sia molto strettamente legata sia all’idea di anarchia che a quella di ateismo. La similitudine, o meglio ancora la parentela, é data secondo me dal fatto che fra tutte le forme di creazione musicale, la musica improvvisata é forse l’unica che non fa riferimento ad alcuna regola che venga imposta dall’esterno dell’evento musicale stesso. Essa cioè segue leggi e direzioni che vengono generate dal sistema a cui si applicano; un principio che é affine sia all’esperimento sociale anarchico che al rifiuto dell’idea di un creatore supremo. Mi spiego meglio: una performance di musica improvvisata é 1), dal punto di vista sociale, un esperimento riuscito di organizzazione non gerarchica, e 2), dal punto di vista poetico, un’imitazione dei sistemi naturali, con la loro evidente autoregolazione.

Io non c’ero quando questa forma musicale ha avuto inizio, e non ne ho studiato a fondo la genesi ma, da quel che posso vedere, le mie considerazioni personali sono che le similitudini della musica improvvisata della scuola britannica con il free jazz statunitense sono solo superficiali.
L’idea che li accomuna, credo, è che una volta iniziata l’improvvisazione i musicisti seguano e facciano riferimento l’uno all’altro, invece che ad una struttura imposta dal di fuori della musica stessa; l’intenzione è dunque quella di generare nell’atto della performance un sistema che abbia una coerenza interna che si basa su delle regole generate dal sistema stesso, e ad esso uniche e irripetibili. Questa è un’idea molto moderna nel pensiero occidentale, e si riscontra anche in altre discipline, sia artistiche che scientifiche. Le similitudini tuttavia si fermano qui.
Quanto appena detto, nel caso del free jazz, si verifica di solito dopo l’esposizione del tema, che rimane comunque un elemento portante del pezzo, la sua giustificazione principale. In più, nel free jazz l’uso degli strumenti, per quanto libero da strutture, riferimenti metrici e centro tonale, rimane prevalentemente ortodosso, e la ricerca dell’esecutore è quasi sempre quella di una melodia, o di una costruzione di qualche tipo, anche nei casi estremi in cui quest’ultima si manifesti con la sua distruzione o la sua negazione.

La continuità storica della musica improvvisata va cercata invece nel lavoro fatto negli anni 50, 60 e 70 da compositori europei e statunitensi quali Berio, Feldman, Cage, Brown. Attraverso il loro lavoro di ricerca essi hanno generato un patrimonio di materiale sonoro completamente nuovo, e dei nuovi sistemi di organizzazione del materiale che poco a poco sono entrati a far parte dell’immaginario dei musicisti, e sono diventati un punto di riferimento nelle loro aspettative estetiche.

Credo che i principali elementi di questo processo, se vogliamo isolarli, siano, nel caso della musica composta di cui sopra:

1) Partiture grafiche, che non rappresentano delle univoche istruzioni, ma che possono generare interpretazioni musicali diverse ed arbitrarie.
2) Partiture invece in cui le istruzioni sono dettagliatissime ed articolate, ed esplorano nuove possibilità di utilizzo degli strumenti musicali.
3) Composizioni musicali che suggeriscono nuove modalità di relazione tra gli strumenti e i musicisti, diverse dallo schieramento orchestrale o barocco.
4) La metodica insistenza di John Cage sull’utilizzo del silenzio come elemento costruttivo e strutturale della musica, e la creazione di opere come ad esempio il Concerto per Piano e Orchestra, il cui effetto figurativo è quello di uno schiumeggiare di suoni effimeri che sbucano da un mare di silenzio, e in esso ricadono al termine della loro breve vita.

Vedi, io penso che dopo che la musica generata con questi procedimenti è diventata familiare sia ai musicisti che agli spettatori, la musica improvvisata sia arrivata per offrire un modo più efficace, pratico e organico per produrre quello stesso tipo di risultati.
(Chiaramente la musica improvvisata é aperta a influenze e spunti che provengono da tutti i generi musicali, e da tutta l’esperienza uditiva in generale, ma questo legame con l’espressionismo musicale credo che sia la sua motivazione estetica originale.)
Inoltre, il tremendo impatto che la musica aleatoria di John Cage ha avuto sull’esperienza interiore sia del compositore che dell’esecutore, è stato a sua volta, a mio avviso, ultriormente rafforzato ed arricchito dalla pratica dell’improvvisazione. Mi spiego. John Cage ha spesso affermato che comporre usando metodi di domande e risposte aleatorie ha preso per lui il posto della meditazione Zen; non solo, ha trasferito la pratica della meditazione, trasformandola da esperienza interiore a esperienza proiettata verso l’esterno, a forma di comunicazione. Questo è altrettanto vero per gli esecutori di questo tipo di musica (chiunque abbia suonato una qualsiasi composizione di quel periodo lo sa) ed è una colossale conquista dell’esperienza umana. Ecco, per come la vedo io, la pratica dell’improvvisazione, per il fatto che l’esecutore mantiene in questo caso il totale controllo sulle sue scelte, generando però una musica che continuamente evita qualsiasi forma di continuità culturale, strutturale e mnemonica, sia più simile, per l’esecutore e in parte per l’ascoltatore, a un viaggio sciamanico che a una meditazione Zen.
Riesco ad esprimermi chiaramente? Sono pensieri a cui sto ancora cercando di dare una forma finita, dunque ti ringrazio per avermi posto questa domanda, e permettere di svilupparli.

OpenImpro - Una domanda più ortodossa: quali differenze vedi tra gli artisti attivi in GB e quelli attivi in Italia?

Ravalico - Mi piacerebbe tanto essere in grado di risponderti, ma devo confessarti che non sono molto informato sulla scena musicale italiana (presumo tu ti riferisca a quella della musica improvvisata).

OpenImpro - ci puoi indicare un po’ di materiale da ascoltare in rete?

Fear Of Bees - Isambard Khroustaliov / Maurizio Ravalico
The Immense Swimmer - Maurizio Ravalico / Oren Marshall
Up, Down, Charm, Strange, Top, Bottom - Javier Carmona / Maurizio Ravalico
Sono tutti e tre tratti dal mio ultimo album, un lavoro collettivo degli artisti Not Applicable. Questa é la pagina dove si può scaricare gratuitamente l’intero album:

OpenImpro - Qual è il tuo primo ricordo legato alla musica improvvisata?

Ravalico - La mia memoria si perde e si confonde un po’ qui, ma credo che, da bambino, il suono disorganizzato abbia catturato la mia attenzione ben prima di quanto abbia fatto la musica, ed é forse la ragione per cui mi sono avvicinato alla musica in primo luogo. Forse, iniziare da musicista formato a suonare musica improvvisata, é un modo per ricollegarmi a quelle prime impressioni, ed esplorarne il significato, non so. Ricordo comunque che già da ragazzino, quando ne sapevo poco o niente del mio strumento, ero incuriosito da qualsiasi musica che deviasse dalla consonanza armonica, dalla cadenza e dalla regolarità metrica.
Comunque, a parte tutte queste menate, credo di aver avuto una cruciale folgorazione la prima volta che ho sentito “Endangered Species”, quel lunghissimo e densissimo pezzo su “Song X” di Pat Metheny. Avevo ventun anni e ricordo di aver pensato che non esiste niente di più bello al mondo.

OpenImpro - Come ti vedi fra 5 anni?

Ravalico - Fra 5 anni ne avrò 50. Vuoi veramente che ti risponda? Spero di piacere ancora alle ragazze di 23, e di non apparire a loro come un uomo appannato e disilluso; ecco come mi vorrei vedere. Vorrà dire che nella mia vita ho fatto tutte le cose giuste.


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After a short and relatively painless agony, an inveterate atheist dies. Much to his surprise, it is not the eternal night, the dreamless silence of the soul and the definitive dissolution of the conscience that follows the termination of his body activities.
He wakes up instead, in a different place than that of his departure, and in the company of other human beings.
The scenery that breaks before his eyes is quite a peaceful and agrestic one: little woods, smooth green hills, here and there a small lake; little one-storey wooden houses are scattered acroos the green with no apparent scheme, and all around the area people, either chilling out by themselves, or gathered in small and playful parties.
But above all, a lot of average space between each human being. Not a densely populated region at all.
As the spot where he regains consciousness happen to be at the end of a small queue of some four people, he decides that, given the circumstances, there are not much better things to do than to wait for his turn. To greet him at the end of the short wait is an archangel, who, after a quick look at a big registry book laid on his table, informs him: “Welcome to afterlife. In your lifetime you have stubbornly refused to affiliate to any established religion, you have dismissed any irrational explanation to the mystery of existence among all those that were repeatedly offered to you from the priesthood and the sacred books, and because of this conduct you have been assigned to Hell”.
“Hell – the atheist thinks – so this is it; I would have never expected it, but here I am, facing eternal damnation. Well, not much else to do but go with it”.
His reply to the archangel is firm: “All my life I have been faithful to myself; I have lived according to the needs of my inquisitive spirit, and I have been passionately committed to the search for my personal freedom. I have no regrets, and I am ready to accept the consequences of my choices. Take me to Hell, and so be it”.
“Oh, but this IS Hell - is the archangel's reply – in fact, if you give me a minute to close today’s registry, I’d like to show you a bit around”.
Our hero is puzzled, and not sure what to think, but he decides to play the game for the time being.
“Before you start building you own hut you should go and check one of the existing ones out: many times people just move to a different area, and there are always empty dwellings available around.
“That there is the tennis ground, if you’re into this sort of things, and on that pier you can just help yourself to any of the anchored boats to go fishing on the lake. There there’s the open air cinema, plus few small projection rooms for private views. We have an amazing collection of movies here; in fact we have ALL movies that were ever made. Me, personally, I like to hang around live music venues better; there are about fifty just in this sector”
The resurrected is beginning to make sense of all this: “I know what’s going on: he wants me to taste all earthly delights for the last time, to make my damnation even more bitter; he wants me to beg for mercy... But he’s not going to have it: I’m going to stand straight and face my destiny with courage”.
The archangel continues his little sightseeing: “You are welcome to help yourself to any fruits on the trees, but as you have just resurrected you must be starving, and you sure can do with a proper meal; besides, I want to show you the restaurant. And, you must not let your first day in Hell finish without tasting the fabulous wine that we produce round here”...
As they rush towards their next stop they walk along the sharp edge of a high plateau, and the atheist is suddenly distracted by a fearsome view. The plain right below, as far as eyes can see, is an endless stretch of sterile land, covered with huge holes in the ground, where thousands, hundreds of thousands of people, screaming off their throats, are amassed naked, devoured by flames.
He’s speechless, hardly able to blink, or move a muscle. Red eyed and dry mouthed by the sudden wave of heat that just hit his face, he shouts to the archangel, who’s way ahead and urging him to walk on.
“That is Hell isn’t it? Damn you archangel, I knew this from the start! Now you’re taking me for the last meal and then this is what there is for me for the rest of eternity! Fire and pain!”
The archangel points to the plain with his thumb, avoiding looking at it. “What, that? Oh no, no; those are the Christians: they... that's the way they want it!”


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1 There is not, in all medical literature, one seminal text stating and demonstrating that HIV is the direct cause of, or is indeed in any way related to, AIDS. See what Peter H. Duesberg, and other established medical personalities, have to say on the subject; go to
If you have further information on this topic, or indeed evidences that what stated above is false, I would very much like to hear from you.

2 Your hair does not need shampoo; it is perfectly able to look after itself if you wash it daily with straight water. If you stop bombarding your scalp with shampoo, your head will look and smell like a garbage dump for a month or two. This is because your hair has gone mad, and it constantly produces natural fat without measure, just to have it completely wiped out with the next shampoo. If you can put up with it, after a short period your skin will find its natural balance, and start producing just the quantity of sebum needed to keep your hair healthy, strong and good looking.
Shampoo is a con of planetary proportions. Use water. I've been going on for over fifteen years, and so have many other people I know.

3Most washing-up liquids work as well if diluted one to ten with water. You will have to use a little more liquid, of course, but not ten times as much.

4 If you can listen, in details, what everybody else is doing, it means you are playing at the right volume.


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A Retrospect - Ezra Pound (1918)
The Preface - from The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde (1891)
Ambient Music - on the inner sleeve of Music for Airports - Brian Eno (1978)
L'Arte dei Rumori - Luigi Russolo (1913)
Experimental Music – John Cage (1957)
The last 209 words of Tropic of Cancer – Henry Miller (1934)
The Function of the Orgasm - Wilhelm Reich (1927)
The Groucho Marx Letters
Charmes de Londres
– Jacques Prevert (1952)
Heaven and Hell – Aldous Huxley (1956)


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from Tata Güinnes - to assign undivided beauty to every single note
from Francisco Aguabella - to space up the two open tones on the tumbao
from Jorge Alfonso - the demonic geometry of 5 drums
from Daniel Ponce - to make sense with 4
from Eddie Montalvo - the melody of 3
from “el Panga” - to hit the congas hard
from Jerry Gonzales - how to cope with a lightweight body
from Mañenguito - to not imitate anybody
from Paoli Mejias - the importance of growing some triceps
from Eddie Brown and Bobbye Hall - to back up the backbeat
from Bobby Thomas junior - to swing the jazz


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In 1998, together with the drummer Davide Giovannini, I released "Accommodating Gods", the only album of a duo called Afroshock. In those years we were studying Afro-Cuban music from the source, and we were playing a lot of Salsa and bata drums with ensembles mixing Cuban, South-American and European musicians. With the Afroshock duo we were trying to interpret Santerìa chants and rhythms freely, from a personal perspective. An impressionistic approach to the subject matter, I would say.
On the poster/booklet I wrote this lengthy text, in which I was trying to put in context the whole phenomenon we were part of in those days.

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The music on this album is the outcome of a project that began in 1989 and took more or less its present form by the end of 1991. It originates from our love for Afrocuban music, from recognising in it a huge idiomatic wealth for percussion music and it develops around the question of how a white European musician can interpret this music without straying into the frustrating maze of imitation.
We have been part of that flow. We are amongst the thousands of musicians who during the last couple of decades have travelled from the old continent to the main urban centres of Cuba to study its music, the attraction being a territory universally acknowledged as one of the nodal points in twentieth century’s musical evolution. What we found was a cultural and artistic goldmine, alive and dynamic, of astounding vastness and rare beauty, that in many cases surpassed our expectations and demanded of us an involvment and commitment even greater than anticipated, as well as influencing dramatically the way we would approach music from then on. In other words, that place totally blew our minds.
Over the years we became part of a network in which books, records, tapes, manuscripts and all kinds of musical information are hunted, borrowed and exchanged in a feverish fashion that probably resembles closely the first years of the introduction of Jazz music into Europe, although we can only imagine it. Professional and amateur musicians from all over the continent rarely seem to miss any good opportunity to hook up with the like and share an experience that united us all in a passion and sense of mission, the ultimate aim and the historical perspective of which seem to have never been clearly enunciated.
Especially during the last ten years we have seen the emergence of an ever increasing number of musicians who achieve a high degree of specialisation in batà drums, conga drums and the immense musical literature that these instruments are associated with. Those who choose to teach, when properly equipped, have been able to convey the beauty of this art to a large number of people, creating a first generation of learners who invariably manifest the desire to carry out the pilgrimage themselves and touch with their own hands the source of such fascinating music.
As a result bands started being formed. Ensembles consisting mainly or exclusively of Europeans choose to perform not only the popular Cuban orchestral dance music, but even percussion based styles like Comparsa, Rumba, Abakuà, Ararà and Yoruba music; many of which belong to the religious legacy of the nation.
Some learn to reproduce this repertoire faithfully, with respectful accuracy and with the intense emotional charge that this music requires.
Some others, again inspired by American masters such as Irakere or Fort Apache Band, fuse elements of Afrocuban music with Jazz or other genres. A melody or a specific rhythm is used as part of an arrangement, or a whole tribal flavoured episode is inserted to sparkle up a tune or a live set. In most cases the choice of elements and their modes of insertion are the ones suggested by bands and composers from Cuba or from the Latin communities in North America.
This growth of interest amongst musicians from all over Europe contributed to popularize Afrocuban music and has created an awareness in music lovers in general. DJs, journalists and record labels have spread a music that is now known, appreciated and sold far more than it was ten years ago.

Although hard to admit, it seems rather obvious that for as long as the general efforts will aim at reaching as faithful a reproduction of the American models as possible, then both the promoters and the music listeners will inevitably choose to make use of Cuban music by referring to its original sources; not necessarily dismissing or underestimating the whole phenomenon that we have been part of, but surely failing to notice any immediate relevance in it as an artistic proposal.
They must not be blamed. This big curve has completed its course. The widespread ignorance about Cuban music that we have always seen as our main obstacle has finally dissipated, and a number of us now find themselves lost, without any artistic statement ever formulated as an object of cohesion, on the outskirts of the musical scene, unemployed and decadent.
We have had our good time as ethnomusicologists and pioneers, but now maybe more efforts should be made to explore the meaning of the obsession that brought us to Cuba in the first place, and lucidly incorporate this musical patrimony into our own cultural background, in order to actually create something new out of it, and to pay back our debts to a culture that so far has been for us mainly an endless source to withdraw musical ideas from.
This is a call to whoever didn’t take “Latin Music” as a façade for their lack of musical personality.

A few European artists are already moving in that direction. They are the ones who refused to relinquish their own musical roots, the ones in which now two great systems of expression coexist in a coherent and powerful whole.
Their work is slowly awakening the attention of the audience to what this music has to offer to our culture from a conceptual and idiomatic point of view; but there is still a long way to go, and this path seems to be slow and not completely free from obstacles.
Many times these obstacles are generated by promoters and record companies who, having priorities not always compatibile with the creative obsession, cannot conceive taking risks on something which does not aim at reaching a specific and already existing clientele; but there are times in which this process is aborted inside the mind of the musician himself, and this circumstance seems to have rather complex ethical implications.
They are, maybe, to be searched in the articulated role that sense of guilt has long had in our civilization. But the main point is probably that in learning this music one is facing a tradition that is not only so vast no one knows it in its entirety (not even in the motherland), but it is so bound by rules, so disciplined and demands such respect and consideration in approaching it, that in most cases the foreign acolyte does not feel entitled to contribute to it with his own ideas, nor to contaminate it with his own musical background, with the music he has been listening for all his life. So, under such autority, one is prone to oscillate endlessly between acknowledging that his own contribution will only be possible at the end of the learning cycle and wondering if such an end will ever be reached.

Nonetheless, the art of playing Batà drums, Rumba or any of the ramifications of the pulsating heart of Cuban music is no archaeology at all. It is a dynamic process, nowadays more than ever in constant transformation; the driving forces of this transformation being the individuals who learned this art, inclusive of their personal reality and their social and geographic placement.
West African music, be it religious or secular, is a strong social and individual tool, the roles of which go far beyond diversion and distraction from daily human occupations. It is an omnipresent trascendental activity which underpins the very foundations of one of the most influential civilizations of our time: trance, preservation of myths and archetypes and a rooted sense of belonging.
In arriving to Cuba and to other American Catholic colonies, the people deported from Nigeria, Cameroon and the neighbouring countries, encountered a situation that was completely different from the one of their homelands.
In another part of the world, with a different society and a different language such important social and historical functions as the ones mentioned above had to be kept alive. They managed to do so by modelling upon the new environment the way a living organism would do. The shape and the sound of musical instruments were modified, the ritual
procedures took new paths, even the face and personality of the gods mutated, in an elegant and concious process of adaptation that reveals what is deepest and unchangeable in the heart of a human society.

The capacity to germinate in the womb of peoples and societies different from the ones of origin is a characteristic intrinsic to Cuban music from the very beginning of its existence. It is what makes it so inherently universal and is probably the main reason why it is so attractive and intelligible to people who are not born and raised within its natural environment. It is an aspect which is not dissociable from the music itself, and its mechanisms should be studied and assimilated with the same thoroughness.
Whenever full understanding and respect are established through proper training, there is nothing wrong in intervening by making drastic and personal creative choices upon a form of art that owes much of its elegance and complexity to the contribution of different peoples and cultures.
If we look in perspective to what is now happening in Europe with what is commonly (and coarsely) called “Latin Music”, we might agree that we are dealing with a phenomenon that is far from uncommon in this century’s history of art. Classical music in the United States has been for a long time just an imitation of the European models before composers like Ives, Varese and Copland made a concious effort to detach at once from those models and create a new, national identity. European Jazz, British Rock, Newyorican Salsa, also belong to this category; and even the Musical Nationalism of early twentieth century contains several hints for us, although it does not fit perfectly into this list.
We might agree, we might not, it’s always very hard to compare our time with any other epoch of history, but it is worth trying. We might even, ultimately, find out that we are talking about something that lacks the scale of the examples mentioned above. What is certain is that we are going to have a lot of fun.

The deviation occurs in the centre.
This is a proposal. And a starting point.


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