Gruppo di Improvvisazione Nuova Consonanza
Niente

Not to be difficult, but between cooking a dish and a salad, in the morning, I like to spin some galettes. When the food is ready for midi and the garden is well watered, it seems as if the water drops linger to fall, clinging to the leaves that all shine the same, then everything is fine, and thoughts take a completely curious direction for the keen listener. Improvised music sometimes resembles vegetation left to itself; intricate but with a sense, the background; a changing but recognizable, almost familiar and certainly friendly scenario. This sonic exploration left to us by the six consonant impro neuro-regenerating sessions provides us with material ready to be absorbed and germinated for instant juices. A run through the woods and undergrowth. Psychedelic mushrooms, death trumpets, and drumsticks. Miles Davis in the guise of a crazy ornithologist. Kill the cliché. Hooray for mus(i)cs and lichens and coffee grounds.