Tell Me Tonight

Je chante des chaussettes perdues
( I sing of the lost socks)
Parties et disparues,
(Gone and vanished)
Laissant leurs partenaires impairs.
(Leaving their partners unmatched)
Au désespoir je ne peux rien faire.
(Despairing - I can do nothing )
J'ai fouillé dans chaque tiroir,
(I have rummaged in every drawer)
Sous mon lit, au fond de l'armoire.
(Under my bed, at the back of the wardrobe)
C'est toujours la même histoire,
(Always the same story)
Les chaussettes perdues.
(The lost socks)

Pourquoi elles sont parties 
(Why they left)
On ne le saura jamais.
(One will never know)
Elles n'ont rien dit
(They said nothing)
Mais elles s'en sont allées;
(But they went away)

Et en s'en allant 
(And by going away)
Elles  m'ont brisé le coeur.
(They broke my heart)
Et moi, je soupire, je pleure et enfin je meurs.
(As for me, I sigh, I weep and in the end I die)

Et celles qui restent ne servent à rien  
(And those that remain are useless)
Se moquent de moi d'un air villain
(Laugh at me evilly)
Inutiles et superflueuses,
(Useless and superfluous)
Elles comme moi sont malheureuses.
(They like me are unhappy)

Disparus sont mes sourires
(Vanished are my smiles)
Je vis avec mes souvenirs.
(I live with my memories)
Plus de joie dams ma maudite vie
(No more joy in my accursed life)
A cause des chaussettes désunies  !
(Because of the separated socks)

Tim Holden 23/06/16   


La Chanson des Chaussettes Perdues

Hoping For A Sunrise

Man Like Me

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Eating Variations
for Baritone Voice and Chamber Quintet (Baritone Voice,  Flute, B-flat Clarinet, Violin, Cello, Percussion)
Duration: 9' 
Text by Ron Singer
Performers: American Modern Ensemble; Robert Gardner, Baritone
Publisher: Bill Holab Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1109
Online Perusal Score: https://issuu.com/robertpaterson/docs/eating_variations-fs-bound_perusal
For More Information: https://robertpaterson.com/eating-variations

PROGRAM NOTES
Eating Variations is based on a series of witty poems with the same title by Ron Singer. The work as a whole is essentially a satire on food faddism and depicts different aspects of eating. The way I chose to set these poems is light-hearted, perhaps lighter in spirit than Singer originally intended, but with a serious, dark side.

The first movement, My Body, a Temple, incorporates the sounds of Tibetan Singing Bowls (also called Temple Bowls or Cup Gongs) and is loosely, harmonically inspired by Khöömei, or Tuvan Throat Singing and David Hykes’s Harmonic Choir recordings; both of whom use a style in which the singer produces overtones on top of the fundamental notes. Perhaps mercifully, I do not require the baritone to use this technique, but instead, use the flute to produce false overtones in a couple of spots.

In the second movement, The Hog, the instruments mimic pig sounds with scratchy, grunting noises from the violin and cello and clarinet multiphonics. A round-sounding whole-tone scale is used and there is a Polka-like accompaniment in the percussion.

The third movement, Even the Dyspeptic Must Eat, uses upward and downward runs in the bass clarinet to impart a roller coaster-like sense of Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease, a condition in which there is recurrent return of stomach contents back up the esophagus. This is reinforced with a slow, background groove in the drums.

The cello part in the fourth movement, The Dietary Moralist, is inspired by Dave Eggar, a cellist who can play his instrument like a guitar and sing at the same time. In this movement, I ask the cellist to play in a somewhat folksy style and sing out of tune back-up vocals—to me, reminiscent of a 1960s musical Hippie Sit-in. The main vocalist is backed by the well meaning but out of tune "band." To paraphrase an interesting email exchange with Singer, we agreed that in this context, the vocalist might represent a contemporary version of a certain species of 60's hippie—say, a particularly zealous fair trade coffee purveyor, and that this Malvolio type is singing along with a group of kindred spirits. This movement is not a literal portrayal of the text, which is quite serious in tone, and stretches the meaning more than the other movements. Perhaps my interpretation may instead be viewed more as commentary on the text.

In each passing decade, people are sure of their eating habits, and the carefree, assured, commercial America of the 1950s was no different. In the last movement, The Happy Medium, I envision a father-like doctor figure squarely explaining to a patient how to eat. The perky background music is meant to evoke a 1950s TV commercial, or perhaps a short, black and white educational grade school film.

Winter Songs

Eating Variations - II. The Hog

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Lyrics:
Do not live for tomorrow
Today is gone
Dead and gone
My soul lingers on

Searching for a reason
why the days will pass
good times will not last
life goes by so fast

You got what I need
what I want to see
In this world
Oh no,
We know how this goes
We know how this grows
and How it ends

I’m searching
For purpose
Can’t find my way
Don’t know if I’m worth it

It’s so dark
I’m so tired
Searching for a spark of life


Don’t Worry
You’re Perfect
Coming up so fast
It makes me nervous

Let’s dance
let’s smile
a miracle is worth my time

You got what I need
what I want to see
In this world
Oh no,
We know how this goes
We know how this grows
and How it ends
 
how this grows
how this goes
How it ends

I can be your man
I’ll do all I can
help me understand 
give you all I am
You can be my woman
Help you grow
Show me what lovers know
You won’t walk alone

You got what I need
what I want to see
In this world
Oh no,
We know how this goes
We know how this grows
and How it ends

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Bright Flowers

Bright Flowers(Original Mix)

I wanted to create the sound of an old western standoff. Ennio Morricone was the best at this during the Spaghetti Western era. This was my take of a standoff with a system you realize is wrong and needs to change. I tried to capture that standoff feeling using my guitar and a 3 way split harmony on the chorus. Hope you enjoy. 

“Stand-off” 

There comes a time you realize, 
The truths you’re taught are someone else’s lies, 

Those you thought were the ones to follow, 
Are nothing more than puppets, fake and hollow, 

But you worked so hard, you spent so long, 
Do you keep down this road knowing that it’s wrong? 

Or With this new truth you’ve seen, 
Do you change course to alter the machine? 

Stand off x3
Stand off with the false regime 

In that time you realize, 
You will not live for someone else’s lies, 

Those who one time praised your name, 
become the first to shower you in blame, 

You called them out, you said they’re wrong, 
Now the puppet master’s anger rages strong, 

And with Every new punch that they throw,  
You plant new seeds of change and pray they grow

Pray they grow x3

Standoff

A music illustration of a fortuneteller. 
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Kyle Anderson