We welcome the signing of a new blog: Matteo Cortesi
Ricoloop is a genius, but of those who find it easier to perform on street corners rather than inside a room or in a concert hall.
Like some of his "colleagues" more or less illustrious past (on all the heroic bum Moondog blind), his vision of music and things of this world is completely personal, strictly self-sufficient and self-sufficient, using only homemade instruments as Moondog, so Ricoloop uses for its own performance, to 95% of their body and your breath.
The remaining 5% is occupied by a guitar, a bass, a (scassatissima) diamonica a couple of pianos and rudimentary, in any case the whole thing played for a few seconds and with the sole purpose of adding tiny shades to pieces already practically completed.
Ricoloop The modus operandi is simple: starting from the principles underlying the beatboxing (which is the practice - Perfected by Bobby McFerrin and particularly popular within the hip-hop - which consists in imitating the sounds of drums and other instruments with the use of voice), he develops real songs from scratch, by registering footswitchable a "layer" after the other and put each layer - precisely - in the loop. The end result is
beyond a reasonable description, and must be seen and heard to be able to understand the magnitude.
Above all else, is to impress the vast musical culture man (born Rico wurde in September 1968 in Dresden), able to range with disarming nonchalance (and often within the same song) from techno to Indian ragas to any type of ethnic music from around the world and from every latitude involving the use of voice (but even this is a necessary element, from Because Rico is perfectly capable of playing a virtually unlimited range of sounds).
is the third time in three years that Ricoloop performs in the pleasant surroundings of the gardens Pincherle, and once again impresses with its extreme generosity and vitality , we get that are not yet eight o'clock and he has already begun, God knows what.
find him bending over the pedal to sweat and fret like a maniac at the rate of urgent basis that he has just created, and the time is uncertain, it starts to fall a few drops of rain and the audience - when anything that large - is lost as a crazed swarm of bees .
Rico cares, and continues to bleed and add layers and fidgeting in front of it even if no more than fifteen people, the rain stops and starts to get people but for Rico is the same, behave the same way if there were twenty or two thousand, is in his trip and do not take it, and it is still elsewhere.
Suda between songs and plenty of smiles like a child for First Communion and thanks the public " to allow him to be himself . Then the stops with the thanks, you too busy to drain some of the music that carries within it, the pieces follow one after the other as rosaries shelled by calloused hands of a Sicilian widow, lose track of time, we and he, and when we wake are ten three quarters and bouncers kindly invite us to reach the exit.
He is a giant.
rating 8
Matteo Cortesi
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