Is this music about the soaring perspectives that wings could give us?. About the discovery of new worlds that open up when we can fly? Is it about the tricky business of finding strong enough thermals that would help us soar into earth orbit? ... Or is this about just winging it?
This text was written a couple of days before a concert that was canceled at the onset of the COVID19 pandemic. We were going to "wing it". A lot has happened since then. Transcontinental rehearsals. Improvisational maps that have ranged from temperature charts for cicada rhythms to flights through cities of cards that topple, melt, freeze and are reborn, to multiplicities of mirrors and their infinite reflections as they move around the sound trajectories. Many directions, many sounds, many spaces.
We are still winging it, each and every time we play... Come fly with us.
The Love Songs of Flying Dinosaurs
The Miraculous Multiplication of Strings
Y Sonó Como Arpa Vieja
Un Esqueleto en la Cocina
The Hidden and Mysterious Machinery of Sound
Modulate me, please?
Toast and Jam
Divertimento de Cocina
Velvet Skin, Heart of Steel
Fugue 1 (Fanfare)
A Very Fractal Cat, Somewhat T[h]rilled
65 Second Bycicle
The Dinosaur At War
El Dinosaurio Habla
Kitchen <-> Miniature(s)
House of Mirrors
With Room to Grow
Knock knock, anybody there?
Espresso Machine II
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