Pablo Cueco septet

"I tried everything: repetitive music, serial, post-serial, neo-post-serial, progressive rock, depressive jazz, fusion, new-world, hard zarb, regional funk, love-country, imaginary film music, afro-latin-musette, paleo-funk, cosy house, conceptual bourree, free improvisation, simple radicality, complex one, hymn to siesta, the Indo-Persian revisited, the spatial baroque, neo-medieval, imaginary liturgical, astral folk... Nothing would do. Months were passing and scores piling up. Nothing was convincing me. The horizon was stopped gradually. What to do ?

"Luck was finally with me. A monumental water leakage flooded my working space, drowning and mixing all the scores. Notes, ideas, rhythms went from one to the other. Endless passages were self-erased. Water changed rhythm from one piece to the other, using the structure of a third one, revealing ideas that seemed rough, suggesting unexpected developments. Filled with wonder, ears open wide, without daring to move a lash, I stood witness as a simple listener to this incredible compositional phenomenon.

"An unlucky plumber came in and I fired him without pity, preserving that unhoped-for leakage. It is still running. I'm actually thinking of diving in it myself, entirely in that water with unusual virtues. I'm hesitating. What would come out of it?"

~Pablo Cueco

 

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