Albumleaf 161: June 5, 2019 (Bologna)
The first boschereccia is a dim, echoy room whose frescoes spill unframed from wall to wall and up onto the ceiling. We seem to be in a real forest, the wind carrying hints of horn calls from the distance. A melody emerges from and subsides into the waves of sixteenth notes. The twittering of birds accompanies the melody’s return. The rhythm slows down; the dream fades; the texture becomes more clearly stratified. We realize we have been all along in an indoor space, protected from the elements.
