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Fabio Vacchi
Capriccio sopra La station thermale
(1997)
for 2 Pianos


Length: 12:00
Editor: Ricordi
1� Performance: Sermoneta, Festival Pontino - 07/1998

"Deepness must be hidden. Where? On the surface"
Hugo von Hofmannsthal (from Book of Friends)

"Art is a mean of communication with men, not an aim"
Musorgskij (from Autobiographic note)

In 1993 the Opéra de Lyon asked me to write a work on a text by Goldoni, as it was the year of the commemoration of the bicentenary of his death. I lived in Venice, but nothing was stranger and farther to me than Goldoni's comedies. They had nothing to do with my previous theatre experiences: Girotondo (1982), from Schnitzler and Il viaggio (1989), on a text by Tonino Guerra, and with this work sticked to a kind of "Japanese theatre".
But when we started to work on the libretto of I bagni d'Abano by Goldoni (the music of the work should have been written by Galuppi, but it never happened) I already had a strong will to try. I wanted to try to be myself with more consciousness - and courage - compared to the previous experiences.
I knew that the simplistic interpretation schemata of what was once defined "modern" or not were largely overcome in literature, painting, theatre and above all, in psychology, anthropology and in science in general.
The one sided gesture, the academic rules of dissonant writing, confusing the speculative objective with the indefinite richness of the artistic message, the indifference towards the expressive multiplicity and the beauty of the sound material were not enough anymore for me.
I realized that my ethic engagement had to concentrate on the courage of re-vitalizing a musical knowledge that people wanted to erase making use of commonplaces arisen in the circuits promoting contemporary music.
"Capriccio sopra La station thérmale", was written in 1997 for Maria Carla Notarstefano and Riccardo Risaliti. The work is a sort of partial telematic catalogue, brilliant, rich in irony and a hint of melancholy, which are the main ingredients of this work.
(Fabio Vacchi)