… Benché non fosse una musica facile anche per gli ascoltatori la Dal Maso è riuscita a far apprezzare la ciaccona di Storace con una virtuosa interpretazione al clavicembalo. … Elisabetta Parisi L’Arena
… Sono accompagnate con discrezione ed eleganza dal Diletto Musicale Veneto, … in cui spiccano le prove … della clavicembalista Vania Dal Maso (che si esibisce anche in due deliziosi brani solistici). Mario Marcarini Musica 117 – aprile-maggio 2000
Un’interpretazione convincente per proprietà filologica che ben accompagna l’Ensemble Diletto Musicale Veneto, amabile sosia di questo delicato itinerario sonoro. Lorenzo Tozzi CD Classica – Maggio 2000
Un elogio particolare va alla bravissima Vania Dal Maso, raffinata interprete nei due brani solistici al cembalo, dai quali si colgono nettamente, una lodevolissima preparazione strumentale ed un ottimo gioco nei pur semplici fraseggi. Giuseppe Nalin A.M.I.S. – Bollettino dell’Associazione XLII
…Soprano e flauto barocco hanno dato vita a magnifici duetti, […]. A ciò si aggiunge l’accompagnamento eseguito con disinvoltura da Vania Dal Maso, apparsa a suo modo molto naturale… Ute Bartsch Kölner Stadt-Anzeiger N.185
… Scarlatti le sviluppa attraverso virtuosismi, soluzioni tecniche ardite e nuovi effetti timbrici. La Dal Maso ne offre una bella interpretazione e, data la staticità dinamica del clavicembalo, ne evidenzia giustamente, l’agogica … (c.s.) La Cronaca
… Quasi come a quei tempi non si suonasse per «divertire». Come è riuscito invece a questo Diletto, che si affida al temperamento cattivante e al tinnire pulito di Vania Dal Maso, una cembalista che comunica saldezza di ritmi e lindore di tocco anche nei frangenti virtuosistici (vedi i due assolo nelle danze folcloristiche «alla Polacha» e «Ongaro» di Picchi). … (D.P.) L’Arena
L’Arena, 17 giugno 2017
Musica rinascimentale, quel che c’è da sapere
di Chiara Zocca
David D. Holt, Mosasaur, the Return
(A Novel of Deep Terror)
The New Yorkers
The night had fallen quick, the wind dying down to barely two knots as the moon jutted up just above the horizon from the east. The moon’s gravitational pull reacted normally as it had for millions of years previously, manipulating the world’s tides as they rose and fell. It was then that the fog had gained in thickness.
The three families had travelled all day, arriving at the camp ground earlier that day. It had been a long haul from New York, three large vans pulled campers for their annual vacation together.
The full moon was a good omen to them; the fishing was going to be great so they thought despite the encroachment of the sudden late night fog. The families were Italian; their English was fair, but not as good as their children who were enrolled in American schools-the first to do so in their families.
Each van carried up to nine members, as was custom for Italians to have large families. Each year, the three families would decide on where to take their vacation, last year the effects of the Grand Canyon, Arizona’s Petrified Forest, Yellowstone and Las Vegas were still evident in the souvenirs they were drinking from.
They had worked hard all year; the restaurant business was the life blood of their families. Standing proud, they walked down the wooden pier which stretched nearly two hundred yards reaching the center of the wide river.
Their vibrations they made as they walked heavily on the pier resounded throughout the river and finally reaching the shoreline along Drayton’s Island and the underwater cave, stirring the devil from its sleep. The children, ages nine to eighteen, helped the older parents set up their lawn chairs and fishing poles as well as their coolers and lanterns.
Their laughter was heard for several hours as they fished the river, no one came to warn them, no one thought that anything would happen, the bar at Porky’s was full of locals, drinking, dancing, just having clean fun.
Their stringers were full of fish, mostly catfish and one or two bass. Tomorrow, a feast was planned using the fish caught between the three families back at their campsites. A portable CD player was sitting between two tackle boxes behind the grandfather; the music of Vania Dal Maso, an Italian musician, could be heard softly while everyone fished.
* * *
The large predator, her senses fully awake after hours of sleep, registered the hypnotic effects of the music. Sliding off the limestone shelf into the watery depths of the cave, she and her surviving sibling exited the underwater haven, heading northeast under the cover of darkness toward the unfamiliar sound. This new sound was interesting as well as puzzling; it was intriguing for the pair, another first for their analyzing memory. Cutting a left oblique across the rivers surface, the two homed in on the strange sounds coming from the surface a thousand yards away.
First Published by AuthorHouse 1/16/2009