Carl Zinsius

Drums | Percussion

Projects

Mondo Chôro

4 musicians from different nationalities and musical backgrounds meet at their common point: playing Chôro.

Chôro [in Portuguese: to cry] is the traditional music of Brazil, being the reflection and expression of the blend between African and European music and culture in the beginning of the 20th century.

It’s characterized by the rich and touching musical language, expressing brightness, dramatism, playfulness, sadness or nostalgia.

The variety of rhythms and tempos, the beauty of melodies and of the interpretation, the depth of emotions and the richness of details are constantly interacting.

Anais Pasanau Miró – Clarinet
Henrique Gomide – Acordeon
Alvaro Severino – Guitar
Carl Zinsius – Pandeiro

Everyday Feelings

Despite caution, shyness or fear, Communication is elementary for all of us.

Conversations between two persons during a worldwide pandemic, moments that got lost in lockdowns and fear of sickness.
Encounters, that this unique situation created, reflections on our very own feelings:

“Everyday Feelings” describes the conversations of two people, makes their exchange of opinions audible and their emotions tangible.
Through the combination of music and dance and their constant interaction and improvisation (conversation) with each other, situations are reflected and the perspectives of the three artists.
Everyday situations, usually little noticed, are thus given the opportunity to be reconsidered and their value as an encounter with other people to be perceived.

Alexander Scott – Sax
Lara Pilloni – Dance
Carl Zinsius – Drums

Kiosk

„The highest flag I hang
will be that of memory.
The most vivid memory
will be the imaginary.“

The hug

„White footprints
mark the journey
that will become later than desired.
It’ll be when tears sprout in a hug,
feeling the other’s warmth,
noticing your own expansion.“

Der Lieferbote

„Nach tausend Türen und missgünstig gepflasterten Stunden,
dem Feierabend entgegen strebend, stolpere ich einem Menschen ins Leben.
Ich schenke Floskeln, er offenbart seinen Überdruss.
Und plötzlich bin ich rundherum.
Ich erde wieder.
Und erkenne, dass er auf meinen Worten schweben wird.“

Curfew Thoughts

„Nach tausend Türen und missgünstig gepflasterten Stunden,
dem Feierabend entgegen strebend, stolpere ich einem Menschen ins Leben.
Ich schenke Floskeln, er offenbart seinen Überdruss.
Und plötzlich bin ich rundherum.
Ich erde wieder.
Und erkenne, dass er auf meinen Worten schweben wird.“

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