Midnight Torsion

Each of us carries his own night music inside himself.
The one that emerges here has its source on the “Plutonian shore” evoked by E. A. Poe in The Raven, and brings to mind other pieces of night music – those of Bartók, Enesco and Ravel, for they too are emotionally hurt, resonant and organic!
The perfect place for mirages and distortion, the night whose sounds reach us here is made of flights of lyricism together with passages of great harshness, shrill, strident moments, and insistent pounding. For Midnight Torsion is not really just an ordinary night; its resonance comes from the beats of a heart – a heart lying fallow, terribly alone, that panics at noises in the dark. This night is cloaked in the rustle of wings, the wings of Edgar A. Poe’s Raven, that seem to graze the musicians’ bow with their beating. As if Poe himself had come to sit on pianist Eric Watson’s windowsill, and was whispering the heady poison of this dream into his ear…
Anne Montaron