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META
META
“I went along to Ludovico Einaudi’s Underwater concert at the “Hammersmith Apollo”. A first for me, and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, though I was struck by the queues — noticeably younger — waiting to get in. It was a sell-out.
Sitting there in the auditorium, listening to Underwater, a kind of stillness settled. The usual clutter of the day seemed to fall away. The music moved quietly at first — smooth, restrained — then began to gather pace almost without notice.
The music began to register as colour and surface. Warm and cool primaries, held simply, almost sparingly. Something painterly in it — bars and chords, like marks lightly drawn across a canvas, just enough to hold.
A kind of freedom in it.”
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