100 hand numbered copies, 180 gr. vinyl LP. Solo album by Walter Prati, here back on his cello driving us through an illuminating and sublimative journey. Walter Prati’s composition for cello seems to interpret this range of facets, these transparent and elusive angles. Contemplative music, to a certain extent, but also ready to express fragments lyrically, and their rushing to compose a mosaic. For reasons I cannot explain, I catch a glimpse of several iridescent colours, between turquoise and hard blue with odd crimson striping. It is a matter of ripples, I would say, on a quiet and broad sea, whose hidden dangers can be disguised just beyond the crest of every wave. Perhaps it is music paying its respects to an intimate boundary, though investigating extensive categories.
The pizzicato and the bow linger soberly upon legible lines yet treading on a ridge which seems that it could crumble at any moment. Blurring in a sort of dust and dispersing, maybe, if it did not occur for a sudden backlight to reveal the ineffable depth of this music in the air.
So do these Lullabies and other stories tell us about elusiveness and double perspective.