Rosa Mystica, from 'The mirror of Our Lady' (2017), for two voices (+ instruments), guitar, and double bass

Eugénie Jobin-Tremblay: voice
Frédérique Roy: voice
Simon Labbé : guitar
Gabriel Drolet : double bass

Lieu commun numéro 7
Espace Projet, Villeray, Montréal (Québec)
24 November 2017

Recorded by Mathieu Bélanger

The mirror of Our Lady (Rosa Mystica)

Excerpt of Turris Eburnea, from 'The mirror of Our Lady' (2017), for two voices (+ instruments), guitar, and double bass

Eugénie Jobin: vibraphone
Frédérique Roy: accordion
Simon Labbé : guitar
Gabriel Drolet : double bass

Lieu commun numéro 7
Espace Projet, Villeray, Montréal (Québec)
24 November 2017

Recorded by Mathieu Bélanger

The mirror of Our Lady (Turris Eburnea)

Toute clarté m’est obscure
et toute biauté laydure.
et toute joye tristour ;


Nicolas Caloia, double bass; Katelyn Clark, organetto; Guido Del Fabbro, violin; Jean Derome, flute, bass flute; Émilie Girard-Charest, cello; Bernard Falaise, electric guitar; Lori Freedman, clarinet, bass clarinet; Eugénie Jobin Tremblay, vibraphone; Philippe Lauzier, bass clarinet; Frank Lozano, saxophones; Pierre-Yves Martel, electric bass; Cléo Palacio-Quintin, flute, bass flute; Steve Raegele, electric guitar; Vergil Sharkya’, analog synthesizer; Ellen Wieser, voice; Joshua Zubot, violin

Isaiah Ceccarelli, conductor

Église du Gesù, Montréal, 15 December 2018

Toute clarté m'est obscure (intro)

Des nuages noirs sont accrochés aux pentes des cols, 
hérauts des jours qui sont passés à jamais.
Mon amour, buvons ce vin de pierre calcaire
à la frivole douceur de l'aube,
à l'âcreté de la nuit.

Nicolas Caloia, double bass; Katelyn Clark, organetto; Guido Del Fabbro, violin; Jean Derome, flute, bass flute; Émilie Girard-Charest, cello; Bernard Falaise, electric guitar; Lori Freedman, clarinet, bass clarinet; Eugénie Jobin Tremblay, vibraphone; Philippe Lauzier, bass clarinet; Frank Lozano, saxophones; Pierre-Yves Martel, electric bass; Cléo Palacio-Quintin, flute, bass flute; Steve Raegele, electric guitar; Vergil Sharkya’, analog synthesizer; Ellen Wieser, voice; Joshua Zubot, violin

Isaiah Ceccarelli, conductor

Église du Gesù, Montréal, 15 December 2018

Toute clarté m'est obscure (Des nuages noirs) - live 2018

Des murs de l'aube
au crépuscule en nous
cette profondeur pleine et malléable
de l'absence
dois-je me taire
nous étions si libres avant de nous aimer.
L'aube ne viendra plus
on me voit mourir
un lac immobile la nuit
contenues les histoires silencieuses
je vous nomme le soir
cette profondeur blanche
vous qui n'y êtes plus
dois-je me taire
nous étions si libres avant de nous aimer.



Émilie Laforest: voice
Josée Lalonde: voice
Lori Freedman: bass clarinet
Philippe Lauzier: bass clarinet
Pierre-Yves Martel: viola da gamba

[Marie Deschênes: text
Isaiah Ceccarelli: music]

Bréviaire d'épuisements, Ambiances magnétiques, 2010
https://actuellecd.com/fr/album/1325/Isaiah_Ceccarelli/Br%C3%A9viaire_d_%C3%A9puisements

Bréviaire d'épuisements

Notes pour une lettre remise à plus tard

Bow, title piece from my 2017 album Bow (Another Timbre, UK)

London Contemporary Orchestra Soloists

Galya Binsengalieva: violin
Mira Benjamin: violin
Robert Ames: viola
Gregor Riddell: cello

Recorded in Ealing, London, England on 11 December 2015, by Simon Reynell

Eugénie Jobin: voice, synth
Frédérique Roy: voice, accordion
Katelyn Clark: organetto (portable organ), Rhodes
Isaiah Ceccarelli: voice, drums, synth, compositions

The Ballad of Camden Town 
words: James Elroy Flecker
music: Isaiah Ceccarelli

I walked with Maisie long years back
The streets of Camden Town
I splendid in my suit of black
And she divine in brown

Hers was a proud and noble face
A secret heart, and eyes
Like water in a lonely place
Beneath unclouded skies

A bed, a chest, a faded mat
And broken chairs a few
Were all we had to grace our flat
In Hazel Avenue

But I could walk to Hampstead Heath
And crown her head with daisies
And watch the streaming world beneath
And men with other Maisies

When I was ill and she was pale
And empty stood our store
She left the latchkey on its nail
And saw me nevermore

Perhaps she cast herself away
Lest both of us should drown:
Perhaps she feared to die, as they
Who die in Camden Town

What came of her? The bitter nights
Destroy the rose and lily
And souls are lost among the lights
Of painted Piccadilly

What came of her? The river flows
So deep and wide and stilly
And waits to catch the fallen rose
And clasp the broken lily

I dream she dwells in London still
And breathes the evening air
And often walk to Primrose Hill
And hope to meet her there

Once more together we will live
For I will find her yet :
I have so little to forgive;
So much, I can't forget

maquette mars 2020

The Ballad of Camden Town

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Composer of songs and chamber music

Lover of choral music

Another Timbre and SOFA recording artist

Conseil des arts et des lettres du Québec artist-in-residence in London, UK (2015)

Living and working in the fresh air and high altitude of western Wyoming since 2023

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