IGOR YAKOVENKO

moscow

The morning's freshness, the aroma of cold dew... As the cranes called to one another, a sense of joy grew in my soul. This was a rare music, unlike anything in the world

Свежесть утра, запах холодной росы --- и своеобразная, ни на что в мире не похожая музыкальность журавлиной переклички рождали в душе праздничное потрясение

Nikolay Gribachev, “ The Cranes Call” (1970)

In a recent interview, Igor Yakovenko remarked: “While still a boy, I was convinced by others that music is only a hobby… For that reason, before I studied music at college, I graduated from an aerospace institute. And since that same graduation day, I’ve had zero contact with any space hardware whatsoever…”

The same marriage of music and science is evident in Yakovenko’s interplay of classical traditions and jazz. Especially in the light of his conviction that: “Jazz, during its brief existence, has basically travelled the entire path of academic music. Dixieland––that’s polyphonic, a kind of baroque; the era of swing orchestras was classicism; bebop was romanticism…” And so he continues, balancing equal affections for algorithms and the nomadism of Delueze and Guattari he name-checks directly. Rules and their erasure, both at once.

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