I first met the trombone player Martino Nicolodi 12 years ago. In my evening listening walk I started to hear muffled music from far in the direction of a dark alley and ended up recording behind a closed door. The local brass band was rehearsing in the room and Martino was their teacher and conductor at that time. The band still plays in several village occasions, festivals and processions.
Martino now concentrates on practicing different scales with his tromba and developing his skills as an improviser. And discovering new instruments.
This time a friend from Switzerland had left Martino a four meter long alphorn to practice with. A right kind of blowing created a massive reverberation in the echoing stone walled room. No matter it was nearly midnight we got a collective idea – to expand our acoustic territory a little.
Quiet night is the best moment to test how sensitively the mountain slopes of Cembra valley would repeat the sound of the horn. Summer was already far, the trees in the landscape already very green and bushy.
The horn was carried out to the balcony. A meaningful silence. A blast. And we could hear at least five different, long lasting reflections answering from the surrounding slopes. Mountains had spoken. Madonna!
Noora
Can the recording ever repeat what was experienced live?
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