
Learning
âIn a concert, I show something with a beginning, a middle and an end. But, there is no end. Of course, there is no end. Because I am the music, and I am still here.â - Sophie Agnel Learning - Sophie Agnelâs first solo LP, feels like the dark, physical inversion of her excellent âSongâ which came out on Relative Pitch earlier this year. Sinking her unique sound into vinyl for the first time, the LP arrives as Agnel recovers from a brain tumour - a shocking discovery that will require Agnel to start again with the piano. Itâs a terrifying prospect, but Agnel has been here before, having reorientated herself almost entirely away from her early classical training over the last 4 decades of her work. "When I was young I had very good ears, oriole absolute. Then later I began to make strange sounds with my piano, to do different kinds of music. I was more interested in the sounds than the melody, for example. I remember once I sat down in a shop to try to read the scores of Schubert and there was a light [emitting] a very strong bzzzzzzz. And I couldn't listen to my oriole internal - I couldn't read the score. I was entirely subjugated by the sound of the light. And I understood that something had changed. Ten years before I could read and not hear the light. Now I understood that my ears were completely different. I was more open to the sounds of life.â Born in Paris in the 60âs and playing her parents piano as soon as she could stand up, Agnel quickly grew tired of the classical world. What frustrated her was the strange disconnect between the frame of the piano and its keyboard - a weird boundary that seemed to form some hushed code of etiquette. âThe first thing I put inside the piano was a plastic goblet. Iâd seen a few pianists do it: Fred Van Hove, for example, put rubber balls inside his. But what didnât appeal to me was that there seemed to be no link between the pianos outside and inside.â If you see Agnel play now, the body of her piano is littered with fish tins, ping pong balls, wooden blocks - not that youâd recognize their sounds. Having absorbed the language of the European avant-guard, Agnel is known for pulling the pianoâs interior outside of itself by tipping her handbag into it. But these âstrange soundsâ donât just come from Cage - they also share the poetic force of Cecil Taylor and âLearningâ demonstrates that Agnelâs work on the piano's keyboard is just as important as what sheâs littered on its strings. The record lets loose her ability to unleash a formidable sound mass and then rope it back to one single, clarifying note. With one hand, Agnel plays 88 tuned drums and on the other an enormous guitar - with the LP rotating through oncoming trains, and blues harmonica and feedback. Itâs single minded stuff, borne out of a dedication to a wholly personal language of gesture, accumulation and deft reduction. âMaybe when Iâm 80 I will not need anything,â Agnel says in a recent film made at her home. âI will do the same but with one note, and one finger. Maybe it's enough.â
Learning
âIn a concert, I show something with a beginning, a middle and an end. But, there is no end. Of course, there is no end. Because I am the music, and I am still here.â - Sophie Agnel Learning - Sophie Agnelâs first solo LP, feels like the dark, physical inversion of her excellent âSongâ which came out on Relative Pitch earlier this year. Sinking her unique sound into vinyl for the first time, the LP arrives as Agnel recovers from a brain tumour - a shocking discovery that will require Agnel to start again with the piano. Itâs a terrifying prospect, but Agnel has been here before, having reorientated herself almost entirely away from her early classical training over the last 4 decades of her work. "When I was young I had very good ears, oriole absolute. Then later I began to make strange sounds with my piano, to do different kinds of music. I was more interested in the sounds than the melody, for example. I remember once I sat down in a shop to try to read the scores of Schubert and there was a light [emitting] a very strong bzzzzzzz. And I couldn't listen to my oriole internal - I couldn't read the score. I was entirely subjugated by the sound of the light. And I understood that something had changed. Ten years before I could read and not hear the light. Now I understood that my ears were completely different. I was more open to the sounds of life.â Born in Paris in the 60âs and playing her parents piano as soon as she could stand up, Agnel quickly grew tired of the classical world. What frustrated her was the strange disconnect between the frame of the piano and its keyboard - a weird boundary that seemed to form some hushed code of etiquette. âThe first thing I put inside the piano was a plastic goblet. Iâd seen a few pianists do it: Fred Van Hove, for example, put rubber balls inside his. But what didnât appeal to me was that there seemed to be no link between the pianos outside and inside.â If you see Agnel play now, the body of her piano is littered with fish tins, ping pong balls, wooden blocks - not that youâd recognize their sounds. Having absorbed the language of the European avant-guard, Agnel is known for pulling the pianoâs interior outside of itself by tipping her handbag into it. But these âstrange soundsâ donât just come from Cage - they also share the poetic force of Cecil Taylor and âLearningâ demonstrates that Agnelâs work on the piano's keyboard is just as important as what sheâs littered on its strings. The record lets loose her ability to unleash a formidable sound mass and then rope it back to one single, clarifying note. With one hand, Agnel plays 88 tuned drums and on the other an enormous guitar - with the LP rotating through oncoming trains, and blues harmonica and feedback. Itâs single minded stuff, borne out of a dedication to a wholly personal language of gesture, accumulation and deft reduction. âMaybe when Iâm 80 I will not need anything,â Agnel says in a recent film made at her home. âI will do the same but with one note, and one finger. Maybe it's enough.â
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âIn a concert, I show something with a beginning, a middle and an end. But, there is no end. Of course, there is no end. Because I am the music, and I am still here.â - Sophie Agnel Learning - Sophie Agnelâs first solo LP, feels like the dark, physical inversion of her excellent âSongâ which came out on Relative Pitch earlier this year. Sinking her unique sound into vinyl for the first time, the LP arrives as Agnel recovers from a brain tumour - a shocking discovery that will require Agnel to start again with the piano. Itâs a terrifying prospect, but Agnel has been here before, having reorientated herself almost entirely away from her early classical training over the last 4 decades of her work. "When I was young I had very good ears, oriole absolute. Then later I began to make strange sounds with my piano, to do different kinds of music. I was more interested in the sounds than the melody, for example. I remember once I sat down in a shop to try to read the scores of Schubert and there was a light [emitting] a very strong bzzzzzzz. And I couldn't listen to my oriole internal - I couldn't read the score. I was entirely subjugated by the sound of the light. And I understood that something had changed. Ten years before I could read and not hear the light. Now I understood that my ears were completely different. I was more open to the sounds of life.â Born in Paris in the 60âs and playing her parents piano as soon as she could stand up, Agnel quickly grew tired of the classical world. What frustrated her was the strange disconnect between the frame of the piano and its keyboard - a weird boundary that seemed to form some hushed code of etiquette. âThe first thing I put inside the piano was a plastic goblet. Iâd seen a few pianists do it: Fred Van Hove, for example, put rubber balls inside his. But what didnât appeal to me was that there seemed to be no link between the pianos outside and inside.â If you see Agnel play now, the body of her piano is littered with fish tins, ping pong balls, wooden blocks - not that youâd recognize their sounds. Having absorbed the language of the European avant-guard, Agnel is known for pulling the pianoâs interior outside of itself by tipping her handbag into it. But these âstrange soundsâ donât just come from Cage - they also share the poetic force of Cecil Taylor and âLearningâ demonstrates that Agnelâs work on the piano's keyboard is just as important as what sheâs littered on its strings. The record lets loose her ability to unleash a formidable sound mass and then rope it back to one single, clarifying note. With one hand, Agnel plays 88 tuned drums and on the other an enormous guitar - with the LP rotating through oncoming trains, and blues harmonica and feedback. Itâs single minded stuff, borne out of a dedication to a wholly personal language of gesture, accumulation and deft reduction. âMaybe when Iâm 80 I will not need anything,â Agnel says in a recent film made at her home. âI will do the same but with one note, and one finger. Maybe it's enough.â











