November 2, 2009 at 21 - and s'abbrivida piovicchia outside but inside, the walls of the Teatro Regio in Turin dim the lights because you just one of its input and button presses that: Ryuichi Sakamoto, Playing the Piano in Europe 2009, which for a particularly auspicious carma has chosen my hometown for his Italian stage. A concert
"extraordinary" because it is outside the program and as "extra-ordinary" for his protagonist.
left to the experts and music critics comment on any notes and chords, I prefer to speak about what this "child" in Japanese man knows how to move .
A man and two-up mirror, a cause and effect of more magic, a doubling of the soul, an invitation for everyone to sit ideally on the empty stool in front of the teacher. To mean that its notes are for all and all.
to implement the suggestion of his music, almost exclusively colors, lines and circles and then then the all or nothing, in a succession variegatamente-paced slowly so angry-but always inevitable as they are at the bottom of the human vicissitudes, chasing around a vortex of passions, daily death and rebirth, which in the end, however, appear to converge at the same point.
Sometimes a word has fallen between the notes, but I remain convinced that the most complete and profound glimpse of the miracle that was made last night was that enjoyed with eyes closed, slightly sunken into the chair (even better would be a cot ), since each element is too much when you find it is perfect so tangible.
His music is a 'fluid invasion "shot straight to punch one hundred layers of skin, a vice that leads to where you want to grab close and where you want, you can wrap that covered the hole up inside you right at the back but also a catapult you shoot so high, around between the planets further away from near misses, it seems inconceivable that we go down-and neither would you.
It was a journey sometimes soft sometimes uncomfortable in and out of my person, and I almost exhausting emotions provoked by this repeated pressure dictated centripetal rummaging among those parts of me to forget that so seldom flip through them often and then suddenly spin to everything that I tend or aim: things, places, people, dreams, mirages.
The charm was endless, not commensurate, far transcending the 'hic et nunc , and put the audience in front of the music, caught in its pure essence. Thanks
Ryuichi.
Ps Since by my comments do not extend beyond an eye ever to the public, carry the "happy release" a couple of turkey tucked into expensive evening gowns as he watched two boys dressed as "vulgar" that took place in the hall: "Well, basically it's nice that there is also these people." I wonder if their brains minutes from birds enabled them to experience one-tenth of the emotions described above. It is probable, however, Sakamoto move because even the turkeys.
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