Melaine Dalibert - Ressac (2017)

Contemporary music has given me the obsession of time: the lost and rediscovered nostalgia, what we miss (or how would Enrico Ghezzi say, what we miss), what we feel is the need to make a fruit, to make "fulfilled ". I am increasingly attracted to music - many would not even call it that - to make use of time disproportionate, out of the ordinary and perhaps even out of the question, because I recognize the utopian will to replace it, duplicate it, embrace the immaterial extension.

Breton pianist Melaine Dalibert is a spiritual disciple of minimalist Tom Johnson, American composer emigrated to France, in turn a student of Morton Feldman. The line of a suspended time, no longer perceived distinctly, is intertwined with the symmetries of mathematics, matter of abstract study par excellence, giving shape to modular partitions whose generative processes could go on indefinitely, as in the absolute reflection achieved by the environment music by Brian Eno.
It runs at the rhythm of a single note at a time, in a fragile but continuous chain, the long meditation of "Ressac": literally the "risacca", the ripple of musical gesture on a boundless surface that does not know past or future - in fact, objectified as well as monumental compositions by Feldman.

But the extraordinary revelation lies in the fact that it is time, only that, to convey a vague languid feeling to the notes, pure tones that just touch each other without following proven progression to characterize the composition as openly melancholy.
The same is true, in a more regular and slightly supported rhythm, in the opening song "En Abyme", which also refers to the conscious repetition of a fundamental meaning cell, the one in which it can solve a whole complex narrative. A game of mirrors where, besides, the "Spiegel im Spiegel" of Arvo Pärt returns, the perfect geometry of a fully pacified soul song.

In the work of South American poet Derek Walcott (1930-2017), the flushing of the sea and the shattering of the waves on the shore are the only constant of the ever-changing scenery that is the story of man, from Homer's epic to the massacres of migrants of our day. Time exists only in our function, since everything is always (and always) present.