Mars 2019

Svandalen

Mellom Tiden - Interlude (US)

The Beauty of Transience

My Heart Waits For You
© 2007 Gary Pecorella
Lyrics & Music by Gary Pecorella
						

My love, can you hear me?  See me?
There’s so much I want to say						
My lips long to taste you, embrace you
But I have to go away						
I’m crossing over

Chorus 1:
I’m the rain that whispers in the wind		
Dancing ‘cross the stream
I fill your every thought  				                 	 
And every dream 
Breathe me, feel me						
But, love, please release me	

‘Til time takes you tenderly						
And brings you home to me
I send you this message        
I’m right here    
Where my heart waits for you				


I see the answer now so clearly, completely
I finally understand
This life is just another journey, precious memory
Of footprints laid in the sand
I’m crossing over

Chorus 2:
I’m the shining star that flashes by             			
Light years ‘cross the sky				
To sing to you a cosmic lullaby                          		
Breathe me, feel me
But, love, please release me
		
‘Til time takes you tenderly							
And brings you home to me
I send you this message        	
I’m right here    
Where my heart waits for you

I’m right here    
Where my heart waits for you
~ ~ ~
CREDITS:
Vocal –Gary Pecorella
Music & Lyrics by Gary Pecorella
Arranged, Performed, Recorded, Mixed & Produced by Gary Pecorella
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MY HEART WAITS FOR YOU

A mutant offspring of diverse stylings, unlikely convergences, unfixed constellations, ZEBRA, Alexis Georgopoulos’ - aka Arp - fifth full-length album, is a post-everything symbiosis of ancient to future psychotropics, emphasizing points of connectivity between far-flung traditions. ZEBRA is as naturalistic as it is alien, disrupting outdated boundaries between musical traditions, hierarchies and genre politics. 
 
Using forward-looking production techniques and an idiosyncratic instrumental palette — analog synthesizers, double bass, Fender Rhodes, electronic and acoustic drums, flute, vintage harmonizers and tape delay — Georgopoulos proposes a vast, shimmering prospect, floralizing an array of styles and smiles  — Fourth World tremors, vibey Cosmic Jazz, 80s Japanese production, floating kosmische drum atmospherics.
 
Emphasizing 'points of connectivity' in a time when reactive and fractious isolationism threaten in divisive ways, ZEBRA is the sound of interaction. ZEBRA seeks something beyond definition of singularity perspective and division. It is constructive instead of flippant: ecstatic instead of wallowing; clear-eyed instead of opiated, romantic instead of cynical. 
 
Like the zebra, Georgopoulos’ latest album revels in contrast / duality - Naturalistic + alien. Urban + rural. Calm + unsettling. Lucid + mysterious. Bold simplicity + fiendish complexity. The result is a portal to a more curious world that compels repeat visits.

ZEBRA

Arp - Fluorescences

Resignasjoner I-IV

Resignasjon no. I

Resignasjon no. II

Resignasjon no. III

Admiring traditions of jazz, funk, and Shona music while pulsing with post-genre nuance, the duo of old friends known as Honey Oat is drawing silk diagrams of oblique time through sound.

Honey Oat’s tiered walls of vocal layerings and blissful Wurlitzer glissandi condense into clouds of complex melodic residue. Gabe Stout’s evocative jazz drumming clusters together beats of improbability and wonder, a bedrock for his own tenderly leaping falsettos. In tandem, Janak JP paints timescapes with an electric piano, coursing through progressive jazz and keys-forward pop features with fluidity. In intimate cross-chatter, Honey Oat activates intensities ranging from knuckles-on-the-keys vamps (‘Wonder In Sights’) to delicate, youthful lullabies (‘Wallpaint’) and levels in between.

In and around core duets of Wurlitzer and traps, Honey Oat weaves a dotted arrangement of musical idiosyncrasies. On ‘Loopspool,’ between sustained synthesizer mid tones and a three-over-two hosho ostinato, a driving impulse emerges that conveys an ever-peaking and ever-evolving emotional state. The collaboration of rapper Maassai on ‘A Small Piece Of String’ disperses a sense of calm against ring-modulated synth leads that drone like the landing of a UFO. ‘Lizard Brain’ and ‘Wallpaint’ call out to Shona music, the Zimbabwean tradition Stout and JP have studied since they met in a marimba class at age 6. Today, continuing to write with the mbira and marimba helps Stout and JP to ground and celebrate their bond of mutual creative becoming, which has lasted nearly a lifetime.

Honey Oat’s debut album renders time wavering and unpredictable. The music sits still as much as it departs in oneiric spirals. Against the current of social media and its loops of endless replayability, Honey Oat’s music sits with hyperlocal remembrance, spontaneity: the mortality of the moment. (“I’m gonna find me a stranger from a past life and hope that you remember me / When you get gone”) What must be forgotten to remember? Pockets of crooked temporality bead into capsules of emotional clarity on the brink of annihilation: “I will not forget you / But you will forget me / When I disappear.”

Resignasjon no. III

Benjamin Mørk

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