Alberto Montero – Arco Mediterráneo CD
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Alberto Montero – Arco Mediterráneo CD
One would say that the creation of spaces, of worlds is a field that is reserved, practically in its entirety, for literature. Music, with luck, is often given the power to evoke atmospheres, moods, or other less tangible tasks. Sometimes it happens that the concrete of literature meets the abstraction of musical notes and the result of that alchemy must be similar, I think, to what Alberto Montero offers in his new work: an interior and exterior journey through fourteen Themes that oscillate between the dreamlike and the concrete, through a deeply personal look, both on the musical level, with instrumentations that combine a certain ethnicity with a precious and calm folk. Alberto whispers paradises, even cries for them, at times, and it is precisely this honesty that gradually and inevitably makes us delve into his world. A world built in a calculated way but without losing spontaneity or passion. Listening to Arco Mediterráneo is practically sitting down to watch a handful of slides go by that evoke a specific period of time. The landscapes, their inhabitants, the animals and plants that live there, the birds, the paths and the changing colors generate an emotional journey through which we travel as tourists in the low season, while the sensation of being the tenants invades us. of a watercolor whose colors spill over the paper, as in a dream. An emotional shock caused by a desire for a complete work that keeps each theme, in its own idiosyncrasy, united by a thread that indicates the route and that makes us not deviate from the journey that it proposes in any of the cuts. From beginning to end, the journey of Arco Mediterráneo, although in different phases, is a single one that leads through different paths, bright at times, dark at times. Mediterranean at times, tropical when you least expect it. Hence, I suspect, what lingers after the listening: the inexplicable emotion of the ephemeral, of waking up with a strange sensation of reality, with the shock of having picked up the flower and still holding it in my hand without being physically in it. garden. The semi-consciousness of having walked through a concrete world that no longer exists, if not in your own mind.