Ziegele, Omri Billiger Bauer
The Silence Behind Each Cry - Suite For Urs Voerkel
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Recorded on May 31st, June 1st and 2nd, 2001 by Martin Pearson at Radio Studio DRS.
Jan Schlegel-electric bass
Dieter Ulrich-drums, bugle
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Part I - The Silence Behind Each Cry 5:23
Part II - Misspelled Fortune 16:56
Part III - Who's Been Gone And What Is Left 13:37
Part IV - Echoes Of R.C. 9:48
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Omri Ziegele / Peter Landis / Christoph Gantert / Hans Anliker / Gabriela Friedli / Herbert Kramis / Jan Schlegel / Marco Kappeli / Dieter Ulrich
"Nothing is more beautiful in music than this risk, this experiment that wants to break out and to tame; the hot and the cool head,È writes the saxophone player and composer Omri Ziegele as a motto about the music of the nine-member jazz band "Billiger Bauerv. Initiated by the Zurich saxophone player and composer Omri Ziegele, for many years, some of the best Swiss improvisers have been meeting in varying groupings in the Zurich Musicians Center "WIM": a who is who of the younger jazz generation in Switzerland. Thanks to many years of playing together, the musicians have developed an unmistakable body of sound. Billiger Bauer played more than one hundred concerts before the musicians went into the studio and recorded the composition from Omri Ziegele, "The Silence Behind Each Cry." The four-part suite? with songs about the poems of the American writer Robert Creely?, which allow the great instrumentalist space to improvise, is characterized by the "will to a common architechture, to a great stringent form." ? "What was love," asks Robert Creeley in his poem, which Omri Ziegele, in his inimitable way, varies, and invokes, plumbing the question in all its ramifications, until it turns out to be an insoluble riddle whose solution, with every step closer, only slips further into the distance: "and how did one get there?"