When I was born, Edgard Varese was probably somewhere/time else. I did discover his art, and his peculiar way of writing on music only few years ago, attending my composition classes at the Accademia Internazionale di Musica.
He felt in love with New York back in 1916, 30years before his famous-european collegues (Schoenberg, Stravinsky, Bartòk, Rachmaninov, Weill, Milhaud, Hindemith etc, forced to move from Europe in Us after the Terror of Hitler and Stalin) and I like to think to this French Parisienne man walking around these streets before composing unique piece of arts.
Sometimes ago, it happen to me to walked around some streets in the Village and I remembered this man, this Free Thinker and Visionnaire (and Hard Worker)
“The artist is not preceding his time. Is the majority that is always late! ” (Edgard Varese on Music And Art: A conversation between Varese and Alcopley, Leonardo, I/2, 1968)