(R)EVOLUTION

Elisabetta Antonini Alessandro Contini

(R)EVOLUTION

feat. Nils Petter Molvaer

Elisabetta Antonini | voice – music – live effects
Alessandro Contini | voice – music – live effects
Nils Petter Molvaer | trumpet – live effects
Alessandro Gwis | piano – electronics
Michele Rabbia | drums – percuss – electronics

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Art is (R)EVOLUTION

Dedicated to Pina Bausch, Dino Buzzati, Charles Bukowski, Fela Kuti, David Sylvian, Sebastiao Salgado, and all the Revolutionaries who have allowed the world to Evolve through art.

(R)EVOLUTION is a project by Elisabetta Antonini and Alessandro Contini, featuring original music inspired by minimalism, electronics, sophisticated soundscapes, and ample room for improvisation. Alongside the two voices, the stellar trumpet of Nils Petter Molvaer, the unpredictable atmospheres of Michele Rabbia, and the sound stratifications of Alessandro Gwis take center stage.

The play on words (R)EVOLUTION, combining the words evolution and revolution, reflects the project’s aim to explore the transformative power of art.

The pieces evoke suggestions of ambient, pop, jazz, and experimental music, developing into vast sonic landscapes in continuous fade-out, inspired by the political commitment of Afrobeat activist Fela Kuti and the environmental and social activism of photographer Sebastiao Salgado, the poetic gaze into interiority and anticipation of writers such as Buzzati and Bukowski, and the disconcerting repetitiveness, violence, and propulsion of nature and existence as seen by choreographer Pina Bausch.

A musical transfiguration interpreted by the two voices, here declined in a minimalist, unusual, and original expressiveness, by Molvaer’s trumpet – an exponent of the most interesting Northern European experimentation of the last forty years – by Gwis’s piano and Rabbia’s percussion, always protagonists of the most creative improvised music, with a refined use of electronic instruments by all the members.

To this is added the evocative lyrics of Michael Rosen, specially written on the compositions of Antonini-Contini to represent the Evolution-Revolution binomial and the value of Art as (R)Evolution, an important part of the project, as they provide a literary counterpoint to the music.

The self-titled album, released in autumn 2024, produced for the technical part by the well-known sound engineer Stefano Amerio for ARTESUONO, and produced by Elisabetta Antonini and Alessandro Contini for MusicVox, will be officially presented on November 13th at the Auditorium Parco della Musica within the prestigious program of the Roma Jazz Festival.

Elisabetta Antonini Alessandro Contini (R)EVOLUTION feat. NILS PETTER MOLVAER Italian Jazz Singer

BLUEBIRD
(Michael Rosen)

Bluebird in my hear
Bluebird in my heart

Soul that flies in vain
I deride and deny her
Deep desire’s flame
Bind her wings in chains

Soul that cries in vain
I revere and revile her
Drink, defile her name
Bind her wings in chains
Kill the pain.

Silver bird waiting to fly
Leave tomorrow Be on your way home
Wake up and fly Free from sorrow
Reach up to the sky

BLUEBIRD
(Charles Bukowsky) *HarperCollins’ Copyright

There’s a bluebird in my heart that
Wants to get out but I’m too tough for him
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see you

There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there

There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out but I’m too tough for him
I say, Stay down, do you want to mess
me up? You want to screw up the
works? You want to blow my book sales in Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes when everybody’s asleep
I say, I know that you’re there
so don’t be sad then I put him back
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him die
and we sleep together like that
with our secret pact
and it’s nice enough to make a man
weep, but I don’t weep, do
you?

Nostalgia
(David Sylvian)

Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind

I’m cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years of memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me

The sound of waves in a pool of water
I’m drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia, my nostalgia
nostalgia, my nostalgia, my nostalgia

FOR FELA
(Michael Rosen)

I no be gentleman at all
I be African man original
I be African man
I be man I go no round

Spirit away
Never lay me down
No lay my body down
In the water of the lake

Day after day I gonna wake up
Never rest until the dawn
Hail or wind or rain
Into the hurricane
Fear no worry no pain

I Now Recall
(Michael Rosen)

I’d have you on a winter’s eve,
and hold you tight behind the glass.
We’d watch the lonely icy roads,
remember many winters passed

When you and I lived haplessly
Together and yet unawares.
Together on the same one path
We passed together, you and I.
“Remember?”, we will say that day,
all pressed up close behind the panes.
And you will look at me and grin,
while curtains rustle in the wind.

I’d lose myself one fine spring day,
with you in some strange far off place.
On sunday, in those waning hours,
when poets dream and thoughts are rife

of prayers we often dare not pray,
in secret valleys far away.
we’d laugh at simple innocence,
explore the woods and feel the winds
And hand in hand, without a care,
we’d whisper foolish silly things.
And then grow silent, knowing well,
the soul without a word can sing.

And yet, of you I now recall
You don’t know how the stories go.
You never ventured in the dark,
or slept beneath the soothing light
or contemplated the wide sky
of twinkling stars on Eastern nights.

And yet, of you I now recall
Behind the glass, that winter’s eve,
we’d speak no words to pass the time.
I’d lose myself in time-worn tales.
And you’d be there, your thoughts now veiled,
and lost to me, beyond the pale.

Perhaps it’s you who has it right.

Perhaps it’s you who has it right.
Perchance it’s foolishness to try.
Poetic words, sweet bitter bliss,
and common dreams, those loving themes,
they all are lacking, so it seems,
those useless things I love and need,
and yet I’d give them all away,
to have you by my side today

And yet of you I now recall…

DAMNED OLD MOON
(Michael Rosen)

Curse you, damned old moon
Driving me crazy
So bloody high Freakishly bright
Keep me awake in the night

Curse you, damned old moon
Stupid and lazy
Think you’re so smart Spoiling the dark
Come down, I dare you to fight

Sister in the sky, silvery silent light
Princess of the night glittering shining bright
For me, for me, for me
Shining bright for me

Curse you, damned old moon
Lighting the pavement
Nowhere to go All on my own
Shove off and leave me alone

Curse you, damned old moon
Trying my patience
Just let me sleep Get off my street
Shine on some other man’s home

Sister in the sky, silvery silent light
Princess of the night glittering shining bright
For me, for me, for me
Shining bright for me

SUITE FOR PINA BAUSCH
(Michael Rosen)

Soft brown earth looks cold and wet
In no clear time or place
All eyes gaze round in fear
Bodies flinging in the air
wild and primal, dancing bare,
sacrificial rites commence
As all around rejoice, prepare

Pina’s eyes look hard, profound
She seeks what moves those bodies round
Answers with no need of words
Words are nothing, only sounds
(And) movements can evoke much more
than words alone will ever show

Dance, dance, dance,dance, dance, dance.
dance dance strong and bold
Dance to save our souls

Nineteen-Thirties Ballroom night
Built to meet in Black and White
In tailored suits and proper ties
and Dinner Dress for gals and guys
All dancing boogie-­‐woogie style
In sensual, random senseless ways
The same, yet different for any age

Pina, exiled genius Queen
Nun with chocolate chip ice cream
Saint on metal roller skates
She finds pure beauty with her gaze
movements can evoke much more
than words alone will ever show

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance.
Dance…

Spring returns, just like before
(As sweet and green new grass comes forth)

Next comes summer, bright and warm
(As grass grows tall and proud once more)

Autumn comes and leaves turn gold,
(Then red, then brown they fall around)

Then Winter brings its icy winds
(To freeze the ground til Spring begins)

SEBASTIAO
(Michael Rosen)

Time to wait
Looking at the people
Whiling the hours away
Smiling faces

Winding trains
Of tireless homeless people
Hundreds of miles a day
Try to make it

The days are long the nights are cold,
they dream of ways to escape from the dark,
deliver their children Try to make it

Cannon fire and fighter planes
cannot change the heart of things
The dignity in strife
The elegance of life

Sacrifice and poverty
can’t defeat the heart that’s free
The dignity in strife
The elegance of life

Climbing up
Towering Stone cathedrals
Elephants Migrating
Timeless places

Fly above
Fiery red volcanoes
Rivers of velvet cream
Desert Vapors

The days are long The nights are cold,
the rocks and trees, the wind, the seas
the breeze, the dunes, the sun
Desert Vapors

Cannon fire and fighter planes
cannot change the heart of things
The dignity in strife
The elegance of life

Man-made impropriety
can’t defeat the heart that’s free
The dignity in strife
The elegance of life

The dignity in strife
The elegance of life

PARADOX
(Elisabetta Antonini)

I am
I am not
I am afraid
I am not afraid
I am afraid of being
I am not afraid of being
I am afraid of not being
I am not afraid of not being
I am afraid of being afraid
I am not afraid of being afraid
I am afraid of not being afraid
I am not afraid of not being afraid