le 17 juillet 2015 à La Garenne-Colombes

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Marialuisa Capurso
voice

Italian singer, sound artist, composer and performer based in Berlin.
Her work is multidisciplinary and focused on the connection between voice, sound, field recordings, body and improvisation.
She investigates and explores the realm of acoustic sounds and electronic interfaces as extension of human voice.
Art and life, sound and movement, the common line is the improvisation which leads her to research and to create new worlds.
She studied Theater and dance at "Accademia Stabile del Musical", she graduated with a bachelor of jazz music at Conservatory "N.Piccini" in Bari, Puglia, and with a Master of new musical languages and technology at the Conservatory "N.Rota" in Monopoli, Puglia.
She studied with Meredith Monk, Faheem Mazaar, Chiara Guidi, Michela Lucenti, Patricia Bardi, Barry Harris, Zeno Gabaglio, Carlos Zingaro, Dave Moss, Kent Carter, Karl Berger, William Parker, etc.
She sang the contemporary solo pieces for voice "Lettura di Braibanti" with and for Sylano Bussotti.
She recorded with the Hocus Pocus Orchestra and William Parker the album "What Shall We Do" for Silta Records.

Jean-Marc Foussat
Electroacoustic devices

Born Jean-Marc Foussat in 1955 in Oran, this is first with the guitar in the mid 70s I created several experimental groups as ephemeral to gradually prefer the synthesizer & the ruled paper, taking as much fun to traffic the tape in solitaire.
En 81, I finish "Abattage", my first solo record that will ultimately published in March 83.
Ten years later, thanks to "Marteau Rouge", I take the path the stage and the public with my analog synthesizer along with Makoto Sato on drums and Jean-François Pauvros on electric guitar.
In 2005 I met Sylvain Guérineau, saxophonist, who was born "Aliquid" which gradually will lead me to play more regularly with many actors improvised music...

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EN RESPIRANT Parfois je respire plus fort et tout à coup, ma distraction continuelle aidant, le monde se soulève avec ma poitrine. Peut-être pas l’Afrique, mais de grandes choses. Le son d’un violoncelle, le bruit d’un orchestre tout entier, le jazz bruyant à côté de moi, sombrent dans un silence de plus en plus profond, profond, étouffé. Leur légère égratignure collabore (à la façon dont un millionième de millimètre collabore à faire un mètre) à ces ondes de toutes parts qui s’enfantent, qui s’épaulent, qui font le contrefort et l’âme de tout.

BREATHING IN Sometimes I breathe harder and suddenly, my continual distraction helping, the world rises with my chest. Perhaps not Africa but great things. The sound of a cello, the sound of a full orchestra, the noisy jazz beside me, falling into a silence more profound, deep, muffled. Their slight scratch works (how one millionth of a millimeter to make a working meter) waves to those on all sides who give birth, who support each other, which are the foothills and soul of everything.

Henri Michaux in La nuit remue

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