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Jürg Frey . Luigi Nono
ohne titel (2 violinen) . "hay que caminar" sognando
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EWR
0103
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Jürg Frey, Luigi Nono
Joanna Becker, Clemens Merkel: Violin
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Ohne Titel (Zwei Violinen) is emblematic for much of Jürg Frey‘s work, because here, as elsewhere, the idea of two runs very deep.
A piece begins with something - some group of similar sounds, or some
manner of performance; and then, without warning, reason, or
justification, simply changes to something else.
These are moments in which all lies open, where the imminent need to decide threatens to become almost a kind of panic.
In Ohne Titel (Zwei Violinen)
‚two‘ means not just two moments in time (i.e., before and
after), but two persons. Throughout most of the piece the players play
the same part, exactly the same notes. And here there is an interesting
principle: the more similar the musicians actually sound, the more one
senses their separation. This implies that, in this work, two is most
visible at the border of one, where an infinite proximity reveals a
fundamental difference.
How strange and interesting that this kind of music would be ‚paired‘ with Nono‘s duo "Hay que caminar" sognando !
Every thing in this piece seems to move from one extreme to the other:
by leaps or sudden contrasts. In each case the physical limit of the
instrument is approached in way that suggests that the music would
continue, beyond the realm of the physical and audible.
With the emphasis on boundaries, we are strongly directed towards a
metaphorical kind of space, enclosed not with walls but with windows,
which allow us a view to the horizon.
And still, this music is a song. But this song either speaks with
gestures of great intensity or hardly at all. There is just the
slightest echo of melody: Verdi‘s ‚scala enigmatica‘,
itself an echo of melody. In this piece we hear song as pure longing,
reaching for something that will forever remain just out of our grasp.
Michael Pisaro
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