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It may be that this frisson of “greed” is a reaction to the feeling
that time is slipping through my fingers and that my enjoyment of the
present could end at any moment and that I would like to “swallow
whole” all his tracks and albums and to drink in all the hidden meanings
of the names of the tracks and albums. And take Reminiscence of a soul
as an example – a track that synthesises musical experience, a true
progressive fusion of classical jazz and drum’n’bass, simple electronic
elements, through which there goes the vital and anticipatory beat
of a crescendo sustained by sensitive techniques and the vigour of
drum’n’bass; pop, rock and funky rhythms, through which there goes
the vital beat that leads up into a final great crescendo.
Or the apocalyptic Premonition Earth from the Leucocyte album,
or the piano cavalcade at the end of his farewell concert. Live Jazz in
memory of Esbjörn Svensson. A dance of false pretensions for a death
that wants to take everything. A dance of instruments inspired by the
living spirit of Esbjörn Svensson and the thunderous time-stopping
applause that makes way for peaceful sleep in the shadow of the eternal
sea, enveloped in what he was able to give to the world and that is now
reflected upon him as an absolute of eternal giving. The blowing of those
left within earshot of the mournful electric trumpet, a kind of blues that
will always echo for us when we remember “the good and beautiful
things of former times” as one remembers one’s more or less distant
youth of which only rays of sunlight have remained.
Yesterday I listened to Viaticum again and today I have listened
to Tuesday Wonderland, two albums with coloratura and intensity
perfectly blended to satisfy my modest listener’s thirst, that “eclectic

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