Duration: ca. 7'
World Premiere: Mostly Modern Orchestra, Mostly Modern Festival, Peter Bay, Conductor, Skidmore College, Arthur Zankel Music Center, Helen Filene Ladd Concert Hall, Saratoga Springs, NY, June 12, 2022.
Publisher - Bill Holab Music: https://www.billholabmusic.com/composers/robert-paterson/robert-paterson-works/
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZTC5McqtQk

PROGRAM NOTE
Overtures often come before operas or other large works. In this case, Slightly Comic Overture is a stand-alone piece—in the spirit of an overture—but more a free agent and not attached to anything else. It is my first orchestral work, and was inspired by the music of Leonard Bernstein and animated film composers such as Carl Stalling, and to a lesser extent, music by Aaron Copland, Béla Bartók, and Alfred Schnittke. Since I composed it when I was fairly young, I decided to revise it, with the hope that anything that I updated would only enhance or clarify everything and not change the nature of what I originally composed, or cause it to lose its youthful spirit. In this sense, Slightly Comic Overture is really a sort of hybrid: an intermingling of youthful exuberance with maturity, and a few colorful, more serious moments with others that are more humorous and playful. Slightly Comic Overture is dedicated to Peter Bay and the Mostly Modern Festival.

Slightly Comic Overture (for Orchestra)

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/miette
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/0uJd1uTi1jUNpvacNdwUU7?si=KjrybT5VT4GbSn_Fb3-XUA
Translation above

Texte et voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
https://soundcloud.com/gaidodaniel06/tracks
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic

Miette

De désordre courtois
En erreur de jeunesse
Tu étais toujours là
Pour adoucir nos cœurs
De quelques mets sucrés
Ou salés à merveille
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Ton visage était grave
Et si doux à la fois
Parfumé de lavande
Et de brins de tilleul
Cachés dans les sous-bois
Là où les sources naissent
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Tes mains blanches et douces
Capturaient finement
Cette farine blanche
Qui valsait sous tes doigts
Comme ces petits pains
Qui sentaient chaud le miel
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

On prenait des chemins
Au goût fort de noisette
Et de mûre bien rouge
Sous cette mousse verte
On captait le soleil
D’un petit matin frais
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

On y trouvait parfois
Des nuées de girolles
Que, de tes mains de fée,
Tu arrachais d’un coup
Et tu criais si fort
Que nos joues rougissaient
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Après avoir trouvé
D’un beau pin quelques pignes
Tu nous faisais griller
Ces graines féériques
Que l’on croquait, heureux,
Tout le long du chemin
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Et le temps a passé
Lorsque je me promène
Le long des chemins verts
Je pense à ton sourire,
L’amour pour ces enfants
Que tu avais sauvés
Des trains du bout du monde
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Paroles de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 20 mai 2023

Text and voice by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic

Miette

Of courteous disorder
In error of youth
You were always there
To sweeten our hearts
With some sweet dishes
Or salted to perfection
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Your face was so serious
And so sweet at the same time
Scented with lavender
And sprigs of lime
Hidden in the undergrowth
Where the springs are born
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Your white and soft hands
Captured finely
This white flour
That waltzed under your fingers
Like these rolls
That smelled warm with honey
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

We took paths
With a strong taste of hazelnut
And of blackberry quite red
Under this green moss
We caught the sun
Of a fresh morning
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Sometimes you could find
Clouds of chanterelles
That, with your fairy hands,
You would tear them off at once
And you shouted so loudly
That our cheeks would turn red
Miette, oh! Aunt Miette

After having found
From a beautiful pine tree
You made us roast
These fairy seeds
That we crunched, happy,
All along the way
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

And time has passed
When I walk along
Along the green paths
I think of your smile,
The love for those children
That you had saved
From the trains at the end of the world
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Words by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 20 May 2023

Miette (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

La mélodie délicate du piano se mêle aux accords chauds des violons, créant une harmonie qui semble à la fois familière et novatrice. "Lou" est comme un parfum précieux qui persiste, ses notes se révélant lentement, nous plongeant dans une réflexion profonde.

A chaque nouvelle écoute, on découvre de nouvelles subtilités, comme si on revivait un souvenir précieux sous un nouvel angle. C'est cette beauté perpétuelle qui rend "Lou" si spéciale, comme une photographie bien-aimée que l'on peut regarder encore et encore, découvrant toujours quelque chose de nouveau.

"Lou" est une boucle infinie de beauté et de nostalgie, une composition qui ne cesse d'évoquer et de capturer l'essence des souvenirs et des émotions les plus profondes.

Deus Sive Natura

Lou - Mythmaker and Antonio Giardina

Single

Nobody’s A Saint

Nobody's A Saint

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/que-a-passe-vite
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/3bQdysirKcIrgM4eyiBvqr?si=vYhzS5oSTlG_fwZOOZV_iw
Translation above

En hommage à Serge Lama
Paroles de Chansonatix, https://soundcloud.com/user-933839781
Voix et musique de Myckaël Marcovic, le 8 février 2023.
Lyrics by Chansonatix
Music and vocals by Myckaël Marcovic

Que ça passe vite

Tu ne te sens vrai que sur la scène
Tel père tel fils 
De Bobino et jusqu’à Rennes
C’est un délice
Et si le roi du café tabac
Ne t’attend pas
C’est qu’il y a longtemps qu’il n’est plus là
Tu t’sens tout p’tit

Refrain :
Ça fait soixante ans que ta carrière a commencé
Que d’émotions
Que de chansons
Ça fait soixante ans que ta carrière a commencé
Que ça passe (ter)
Que ça pass’ vit’

T’as pas compté toutes tes blessures
Ni tes efforts
Mais d’aventures en aventures
T’en n’es pas mort
Moi, j’ai connu le pont d’Arcole
Pas sa bataille
Contrairement à ton idole
Le Général.
(refrain)

À quatre-vingts ans bon anniversaire
Longévité
Et la santé
À soixante-six ans moi, je suis derrière
Moyennant quoi

Quand tu iras dans l’au-delà, 
Très vieux, j’espère
Au moins pour toi que ça ira
Quand viendra mon tour de parvenir au seuil charnière,
Moi j’voudrais (ter)
Que ça pass’ vit’

A tribute to Serge Lama

How fast it goes

You only feel real on stage
Like father like son 
From Bobino to Rennes
It's a delight
And if the king of the café tabac
Doesn't wait for you
He's been gone a long time
You feel so small

Chorus :
It's been sixty years since your career began
So many emotions
So many songs
It's been sixty years since your career began
How it goes (ter)
How fast it goes !

You haven't counted all your wounds
Nor your efforts
But from adventure to adventure
You're not dead
I've known Arcole Bridge
Not the battle
Unlike your idol
The General.
(chorus)

Happy birthday to eighty
Longevity
And good health
At sixty-six I'm behind
In return for which

When you go to the hereafter, 
Very old, I hope
At least you'll be okay
When it's my turn to reach the threshold,
I would like (ter)
How fast it goes !

Lyrics by Chansonatix
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, February 8, 2023.

Que ça passe vite (Chansonatix / Myckaël Marcovic)

Nice With Ice

Prowler

Thought we had more than a big bunch of nothing.
Come on mother lets go.
Working with nothing but a pile of ash and sulfur.
Just stuck here out in the sun.
What I thought was lazy, proved to be crazy.
There's nothing left to know.
Everybody leaves and autumn is approaching.
Come on brother, let's go. 

Thought we got going when it stopped snowing.
But we're still waiting to go.
Thought we had more than this bunch of nothing.
But that's a resounding no.
There's nothing as a foundation where we're standing.
There's years left go.
Money in houses, but nothing in your trousers.
Come on honey let's go. 

Thought I was crazy, for years I wanted saving.
But it's just me you know.
Finally realising, it's all just actualising.
There's nowhere real to go.
Come on brother, sister, motherfuckers.
Let's really let it go.
Thought there was more than this bunch of nothing.
Come on mother let's go.

To Nowhere

AMBIENT SOUNDSCPES INSPIRED BY THE WRITINGS OF FRANK HERBERT AND HIS DUNE UNIVERSE

Prowler

Cody Sell