01 Boat Song

Give

Why Complicate Things

Performed at the Manchester Jazz Festival for BBC Introducing on radio3. 

Vocals - Ray Jones
Guitar - Tal Janes
Drums - Marco Quarantotto
Electric Tuba - Christopher Barrett

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
W.B Yeats

Music Composed by Christopher Barrett 

Recording taken from the BBC programme “Jazz on 3”. “Jazz on 3” is a Somethin’ Else Production for BBC Radio 3
Directions In Music: Christopher Barrett 
Producer: Christopher Barrett and Chris Elcombe 
Engineer: Paul Nickson
Produced by Somethin’ Else and Christopher Barrett

Live at the BBC, "Song of the Wandering Aengus"

LITTLE SEEDS is the first collaboration by poet jamar morris and drummer/producer kevin yokota
credits


jamar morris- spoken word 
kevin yokota- drums, percussion, bass, vocals 
sam gendel- alto sax 
adam ratner- guitar 


produced and mixed by kevin yokota 
artwork by stephen holman 




special thanks to nikos syropoulos, erik miron, clinton patterson, dan goldman, philip bergstrom and thais yokota for their wisdom, support and inspiration

little seeds

drummer boy I

"WOMEN, WATER & WEED" BY MonoNeon

music:
isolation improvisation, the 4-dimensional sort.

mood:
One time a guy broke up with me over coffee on Valentines Day. All these people walked past (draped in smiles, carrying flowers, holding hands), while I sat and cried on the corner of York & Ave 50.

Something lovely to reminisce about on the umpteenth day of social-distancing. 

ps --
Don't feel bad for me;  I got what I need!

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