i wanted to start
with myself and what i was actually hearing/feeling/seeing in the moment.
expressive possibilities, not only of the drumset and the cello but of
the various modes of interplay between them. drums are music. it can be
good or bad like any other form, but it's always music. music is not just
melody and harmony. as a matter of fact melody is an extension of speech,
as is drumming. they have the same roots: there is no automatic heirarchy.
an informal conversation. between me and the instruments, between the cello
and the drums, between me and my ancestors. my mom's side of the family
are italian and spanish settlers in nicaragua. she met my dad in san francisco
in the 50's. his side were russian jews who came through ellis island at
the turn of the century. i wanted to trace a personal, family, tribal,
and ultimately - a simply human landscape. the last piece on the album
shows me that russia is a gateway between europe and asia, and the mediterranean
is a passage between europe and africa. improvisation as a discipline.
the root meaning of improvisation means "not to forsee" and the root meaning
of discipline is "disciple" which means "to learn". "learning through not
forseeing". taking a journey not knowing where you're going in order to
learn something new. about yourself. and through that, the world
photo: andy nozaka
Elliot Humberto Kavee.