Maurizio Tedde, b. 1996, studied composition at the Conservatoire Luigi Canepa in Sassari, under the guidance of Marco Momi and Alberto Ezio Colla, where he obtained his bachelor degree cum laude in 2018. He attended the Master Program in Composition at the Royal Conservatoire in The Hague under the guidance of Yannis Kyriakides and Peter Adriaansz, focusing on the relationship between live performance and record, between concert and studio.
In his music, there's a systematic exploration of error as a moving moment, and of embarrassment as an aesthetic core. Equally central is the ambiguity between gesture and sound, as well as thehybridization of sound sources.
His works open up to the unspoken, to everything that alludes to other realities — mysterious, distant, and elusive.
In 2020 he attended the composition course at the Accademia Chigiana in Siena with Salvatore Sciarrino, and he was awarded the Diploma di Merito.
He attended masterclasses by Yann Robin (2013), Mauro Lanza (2015), Dmitri Kourliandski (2016), Yannis Kyriakides (2017), Pierluigi Billone (2019); he attended workshops by Beat Furrer, Rebecca Saunders and Philippe Leroux at Ircam on the occasion of Manifeste 2016.
His works have been performed in venues such as Splendor (Amsterdam), Kunstruimte KuuB (Utrecht), Theater De Vaillant (Den Haag), Korzo Theater (Den Haag), Orgelpark (Amsterdam), SMOG (Brussels), Metronomen (Copenhagen), Villa Olmo (Como), Palazzo Chigi-Saracini (Siena), BCV Concert Hall (Losanne), kHaus (Basel), Auditorium di S. Cecilia (Perugia) by ensembles such as Opificio Sonoro, Modelo62, K!Art, Quartetto Prometeo, and soloists like Mikkel Schou, Ere Lievonen and Francesco Palmieri.His works include pieces for ensemble, solo, as well as acousmatic and audio visual pieces. Together with Antonio La Spina he is part of The Roquentins, who will soon release their first studio album entitled "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Band."
PROGRAM NOTES
Only fragments remain of the folklore of a hidden people - never truly born - or rather dwelling unseen, in an unknown space and time.
It is an evocation not yet bound by ritual, a quest for a new alchemical breath, a pan-like ritual of an alien mythology.
But these are mere conjectures; the voices, the shadows, the images glimpsed — and their very nature — are unknown, or lost to the centuries.
JANUVIA
May a single instant suffice to enfold the whole. Condemned to gaze upon it in order to understand it, tainted by evolution, blinded by knowledge.
We pray.
Ode to you, Januvia, who thrive hidden from the exhausting throng of the living.
Ignorance as an alternative — tangible proof of forgotten connections. Image by image, nailed to the senses.
We pray.
Ode to you, Januvia, who thrive hidden from the exhausting throng of the living.
The primordial folklore of a distant people resounds in the cracks of what we know: the deception of the guitar, now the harmonica — the voice is missing.
We pray.
Ode to you, Januvia, who thrive hidden from the exhausting throng of the living.