Hue
Un'Estate Senza Pioggia
Trazeroeuno 2006
01. Prima Tappa: Medelana (Bologna)
02. Seconda Tappa: Laterina (Arezzo)
03. Terza Tappa: Ariccia (Roma)
04. Quarta Tappa: Casaline (L'Aquila)
05. Quinta Tappa: Ancora Laterina (Arezzo)
06. Ultima Tappa: Medelana (Bologna)
07. La Canzone dell'Estate (Il Borro)
To spend "a summer without rain" is, shortly put, to take away the gloss of general 'nature' music and allow one to follow riddles, breaking down incidents of lost time. A story of pilgrimage, in one of past years' hottest summers (2003); it captures an ephemeral moment of insight and, possibly, of thanksgiving - not for some thing, but for being witness to something. What you bring to the story is what makes it resonate: Hue has already brought the soundtrack and the structure, but ultimately the narrative is each one's personal task. May he agree or not, I'm passing le baton now to my (skeptical) Dutch friend, who's written a glowing review for Earlabs...
«Who could imagine that the hottest summer of your life would commence with rain? Who could imagine this long hot summer to continue so refreshingly - with the clatter of water, the clatter of guitar strings? In fact, there is a constant coolness in atmosphere to the whole of Hue's first solo disc, its ambiance evoking shadows rather than light. Whispering ghosts, alike remembrances of fleeting encounters, of fleeting sights, and especially of fleeting sounds inhabit the keenly sought out shades of churches, village-houses, trees... and probably hotel-rooms as well. These shades themselves become ghostly, ectoplasmatic entities morphing into... - wordless - song (somewhat alike the characters of a Thomas Pynchon novel). Although, within their specific context on the cd, there is a hint of the duck-rabbit problem: with the perspective flitting between background and foreground, between atmosphere and event, the exact specification of which of these poles defines the actual 'music' music at best remains ambiguous. This goes to show that for Hue, a making of a field-recording is itself alike any other form of music. And as such, what he hears too becomes a form of self-disclosure, creating an intimacy as were we a co-traveler on this Odyssey of shades, the move from the one shade to the next as so many stations of shared longing going up to the paradisaical fata morgana, that utopia of 'home' (complementing the stations of the cross which must have been followed so many times considering the importance of the shadowy nature of churches as a source of shelter from the heat). Unable to hold out in the heat of the light, we keep to the confines of shadows - but, as also Hue meets many friends along the way, we at least can sense here that we are not alone. In the end, this cd is a testimony to the invaluable worth of friendship. Home, as they say, is where the heart is.» -M. Pauwen
>> gsize / mfire (79mb) (d-_-b) «Who could imagine that the hottest summer of your life would commence with rain? Who could imagine this long hot summer to continue so refreshingly - with the clatter of water, the clatter of guitar strings? In fact, there is a constant coolness in atmosphere to the whole of Hue's first solo disc, its ambiance evoking shadows rather than light. Whispering ghosts, alike remembrances of fleeting encounters, of fleeting sights, and especially of fleeting sounds inhabit the keenly sought out shades of churches, village-houses, trees... and probably hotel-rooms as well. These shades themselves become ghostly, ectoplasmatic entities morphing into... - wordless - song (somewhat alike the characters of a Thomas Pynchon novel). Although, within their specific context on the cd, there is a hint of the duck-rabbit problem: with the perspective flitting between background and foreground, between atmosphere and event, the exact specification of which of these poles defines the actual 'music' music at best remains ambiguous. This goes to show that for Hue, a making of a field-recording is itself alike any other form of music. And as such, what he hears too becomes a form of self-disclosure, creating an intimacy as were we a co-traveler on this Odyssey of shades, the move from the one shade to the next as so many stations of shared longing going up to the paradisaical fata morgana, that utopia of 'home' (complementing the stations of the cross which must have been followed so many times considering the importance of the shadowy nature of churches as a source of shelter from the heat). Unable to hold out in the heat of the light, we keep to the confines of shadows - but, as also Hue meets many friends along the way, we at least can sense here that we are not alone. In the end, this cd is a testimony to the invaluable worth of friendship. Home, as they say, is where the heart is.» -M. Pauwen
>> love it, buy it (Trazeroeuno)
Regarding the poll, I went back to allowing multiple answers (not more than 2, thx).
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i agree with the first coment. the sound of a hotel vacuum cleaner with that of a church choir.. ftw
i've said it before, and i'll say it again. i love you!
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