A town called Juan Les Pins

Chico Buarque O Que Sera in English with vocal harmonies
New lyrics in English and all instruments by Emma Robson.

Don't Wanna Leave

A solo on Round Midnight by Thelonius Monk inspired by Keith Jarrett

Round Midnight Solo Emma on 'Bosendorfer' piano

A rough first draft until I record it properly..

I'm Through With Love

Oh Luciano, oh Placido! I might apologise, only they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Here I am on a balmy evening in Tuscany, inflated by Polyphonic Euphoria, discovered by touching one button on my Roland digital piano, triggering female hubris in the form of an inaccurate vocalizer! Here I try out an aria from Verdi's La Traviata. If nothing else, I had loads of fun doing it. Piano/voice by Emma. Music by Verdi.

Croce e Delizia - an experiment with my vocalizer!

A young musician comes to New York, gets invited to a music company on Broadway, gets turned down. Feels blue. It's pouring. Everyone with money gets a yellow cab. She, penniless, guitar on her back, walks down Broadway and blinks through her tears and sees the traffic lights. First they are red, then green. Everything moves. She feels blue and is searching for her yellow - her creative inspiration. Ironically, by writing and playing this song, she is doing just that. Idea: New York, 1988. Completion: Villa Michaela, Lucca, June 2016. FIRST DRAFT!!!!

All of Manhattan turns red

Written by: Charles Trenet & Léo Chauliac, 1942. This version recorded 'in-house' by Emma on her keyboard, with sound effects from nature.

QueReste t'il?

I took this Mozart aria and turned it into a Bossanova, taking a few artistic/musical liberties. Stay tuned for the video..

Voi che Sapete

Be sure to listen to the harmonies at the end! I wrote the chords for this  arrangement in Jazz Session Band, then edited my recordings in GarageBand.

WindmillsOfYourMindBossa

This is about a boy, whose mother made him. She baked a gingerbread in the shape of a boy. The boy came to life. The mother loved the boy. But she sometimes mistook him for a toy. She made him do what she wanted him to. He rebelled. She yelled. Before long, the gingerbread boy wanted to leave home. But his mother yelled: Stop! Stop!. Then, when she put her spectacles on, she saw how really tasty he was. And she wanted him, more and more. The more she wanted him, the more he wanted to escape. This is the tale of many a boy. I dedicate the song to these boys - and their mothers! The moral of the story is, don't make a gingerbread boy if what you really want is a gingerbread toy.

Gingerbreadman

I heard a lovely piece of classical violin and it inspired me to write a song. Pyotr Tchaikovsky wrote his Souvenir d'un lieu cher at Brailov, Ukraine, a place where he could truly relax and feel at peace. Many years later he returned to this 'dear place' and was depressed as it was a different place. My re-creation of that song is also about finding the world of 2017 a different place and fearing the changes, while not losing all hope that we can continue to live in peace.  Beautiful violin playing from Jascha Heifetz. Tchaikovsky, Melodie.

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