I am not a musician, therefore the warning that I should do about these "passages" is to do not listen to them looking for a real musical goal, but if "sonorous": it is in this direction that i focus my attentions. This sequence of small movements is in short a small album of "sonorous instants". They are fragments of one personal sounds-diary of mine. It's very difficult to give a form that makes sense to this material. The "sessions", as I like to ironically define them, are generally characterized by the choice of sounds, effects, sonorous sceneries. Every sound is produced, played, and articulated through the keyboard and the mouse of my computer. I really love the idea to experiment solutions and to spend many time to the search of sounds and processes on sounds, allowing to soak the images that them evoke me, making then resurface these images in instinctive and extemporaneous way, not reproducing either by me. It doesn't interest me exactly what comes out, it only interests me to favor the first coarse ideas and try to push it toward a direction that somehow represents my emotional state at the moment. The material is almost all produced live at the moment, the preparation happens before, it is there that I spend the most greater part of the time. There is instead almost never a design or a premeditation of melodies or musical figures, we could say a kind of frozen "improvvisation". I like to think about myself as an aleatory generator of sonorous events, that simply gives some input to a system of sounds, of effects and of consequences that I have predisposed before previously, with good attention. I like rough "dirty" sounds, sonorous pads shelled as certain photos, badly focused. I like obsessive repetitions, over and over. I like to try to refine the sound to listen to, then lose it on the road, returning it as a taste some ruined, more real. I like the surreal possibilities, leaving to storm something annoying and out context inside a pleasant painting. I like the loss of the thread, trying to always stay inside the threshold of the noise, trying to continue to offer the illusion to be able to find again the least melodic hookup to the ear, the correct succession that brings out of my sonorous box, where everything is necessarily confused.
