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The Waves for female voice, ensemble and electroacoustic (2014), 15mn;

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Date : 2014

Duration : 15 mn

Commission : Commande de l’Etat

Coproduction : Coproduction TM+ ensemble orchestral de musique d'aujourd'hui and IRCAM - Centre Pompidou

Dédicated : ‘à Camille, à Danièle’.

Nomenclature : 1 female voice, flute (aussi piccolo), clarinet (aussi bass clarinet), piano, violon, viola, cello and electroacoustic live

Premiere :
The Waves for female voice, instruments and electroacoustic, on text The Waves by Virginia Woolf.
World Premiere 13 march 2015 Nanterre, Maison de la Musique
Sylvia Vladimova(voix)
ensemble TM+. Laurent Cuniot (direction)
Réalisation informatique musicale Ircam : Serge Lemouton

Editor : © Copyright 2015 - Florence BASCHET

Libretto : The Waves by Virginia Woolf.

Notice :

This new work, a septet with electroacoustic, instead the voice of Virginia Woolf in the center of the instrumental ensemble, a unique voice to the multiple echoes. The text of the piece is extract from the text 'The Waves', and focuses on the first page of the book where Virginia Woolf resonates on the ocean waves, the light of dawn .... in the shape of genesis. The daybreak understood as the creation of the world. This first page is a reflection of the oeuvre that will consider the time of day as the different stages of life, where 6 characters will speak with one voice.

This piece is therefore divided into six short stanzas, with for each stanza a different and graduated sound light, dark to light, which is reflected in the tessitura and playing techniques. To the six characters match the six instruments, and voice remains sovereign because it holds the text, designed as a prose poem.

Already for 'La Muette' I loved working for writing voice in Persian, which was given a sound material that I wanted to compose. In this new work 'The waves', the female voice part is written in English, a language which Virginia Woolf sought (in his words) to vibrate 'the flesh of words, the aura of words' evoking moments vision she called the 'time being'.

The female voice part is written here as a vibrating element placed at the foot waves, sound spaces emerged from lines where traditional marks fade and create visions, hybrid sounds. The scene is empty, the center is empty and the song spins around the center. Moreover it is V.Woolf who has the last words when she concluded: 'The birds sank Their blank melody outside. "

Florence Baschet

Text :

‘The waves’ de Virginia Woolf:

The sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line lay on the horizon dividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving, one after another, beneath the surface, following each other, pursuing each other, perpetually. As they neared the shore each bar rose, heaped itself, broke and swept a thin veil of white water across the sand. The wave paused, and then drew out again, sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously. Gradually the dark bar on the horizon became clear as if the sediment in an old wine-bottle had sunk and left the glass green. Behind it, too, the sky cleared as if the white sediment there had sunk, or as if the arm of a woman couched beneath the horizon had raised a lamp and flat bars of white, green and yellow spread across the sky like the blades of a fan. Then she raised her lamp higher and the air seemed to become fibrous and to tear away from the green surface flickering and flaming in red and yellow fibres like the smoky fire that roars from a bonfire. Gradually the fibres of the burning bonfire were fused into one haze, one incandescence which lifted the weight of the woollen grey sky on top of it and turned it to a million atoms of soft blue. The surface of the sea slowly became transparent and lay rippling and sparkling until the dark stripes were almost rubbed out. Slowly the arm that held the lamp raised it higher and then higher until a broad flame became visible; an arc of fire burnt on the rim of the horizon, and all round it the sea blazed gold. (…)
The birds sang their blank melody outside.