We are all aware that the year really starts in september, but it is also true that a little number adds itself to the calendar and in a few days the years zeros (?!?) will be left behind to enter the years ten.
Time goes by and these “suspensions” (which deep down that’s the true etymology of the word “holiday”) makes us think at a time that has passed, at the present and at future plans, in spite of this probably being pointless, maybe it being true, as I have written before in posts below, that “life is what happens while we think of what to do of our life”.
It won’t be of any help, but I believe it is right to analyze things, get inside, turn inside out everything that surrounds us, to smell life, to denude in front of everything and, in the nude, loose what we are about to become, maybe, something else.
Therefore here, in this moment of changes, my personal past, present and future:
PAST: a book, I would to speak about the past from a book that speaks about the future. An extraordinary book, a true gem, dense like uranium: “a brief history about the future” by jacques attali. A part from the fact that the first chapter talks about the history of the world, and that in a few pages it talks about everything; a part from the fact that the oxymoron already unites the “history” of the past with the “future”; a part… that you have to read it!
PRESENT: after reading travaglio’s interview with capossela (thanks matteo) one can’t help but cite vinicio: “today is always a gift, in fact it’s called a present”
FUTURE: if the future should be hope, I can’t think of anything better but to talk about and make you listen to a colossal jazz pianist: michel petrucciani.
Let’s get to the point: petrucciani, who passed away ten years ago, looked like this:
Michel petrucciani was afflicted by a very serious genetic disease, which made him almost completely deformed. As you can see by this photograph above (by danilo jans) he couldn’t even reach the piano’s pedals, and he could barely reach (only by astonishing moves) the lower or higher notes. I saw him twice live, he walked with great fatigue with crutches or, in the last few years, he was carried. He couldn’t even climb on the piano’s bench. He was as tall as a six years old kid. Shall we say it? Let’s say it: he was a monster.
here is a video.
But… but thanks to his magic art, thanks to his heart, thanks to his passion… his life was always dedicated to the future.
Listen to these two tracks: black magic and miles davis licks. Listen to the power, the rhythm, the colour (in his last interviews he used to say that by then he was only looking for the colour of the notes…), the swing… he’s fast… slow, light… really heavy… he is the great, colossal, unique, extraordinary michel petrucciani.
And with this I wish you all the best for the new year, 2010!