Loving this bass guitar dude killing it 💪

What energy! I like how you use the uppe4 guitar harmonies for a bit od depth!

I deleted this one earlier this year for whatever reason. But It's here to stay now.

Well it's a dud, caught in the middle of I know you should
You said you would, not counting stitches at the end of it
And there you go, there you go
It's just for show, it's just for show
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And if I say tomorrow, I'm burning down a bridge
You see the flames of sorrow and breathe the ashes
Cause' it's a dud, ah held on when you knew you could
You lost your foot, ah and fell from where you stood
From where you stood
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Well, in a nutshell, you're everything I thought you were
And standing sun, toss it in and let it burn
And there you go, there you go
It's just for show, it's just for show
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And if I say tomorrow, I'm burning down a bridge
You see the flames of sorrow and breathe the ashes
Cause' it's a dud, ah held on when you knew you could
You lost your foot, ah and fell from where you stood
From where you stood

Counting Stitches

From deep down in the swamps a band arises.

Catfish Crawl

Written: 2005-06/2023-25
Duration: ca. 33'
for orchestra (3 (dbl Pic.), 3 (dbl Eng. Hn.), 3 (dbl Bass Cl.), 3 (dbl C-bsn.); 4,3,3,1; timp +3; hp; kybd; strings)
Written for JoAnn Falletta and Mostly Modern Orchestra in honor of Mostly Modern Festival’s fifth season
For more information: https://robertpaterson.com/journey-of-a-dragonfly
Video: https://youtu.be/hZOVmC9R82M

PROGRAM NOTE
As a child, my parents vacationed at a summer cottage in Maine by a small lake. Often by myself, I would sit on a giant boulder and watch the lake and the wildlife for hours.

One day, a beautiful bright-winged dragonfly flew across the lake and hovered before me. I was startled and intrigued: its long, slender blue body glistened in the sunlight. Finally, it began to fly around the perimeter of the lake. It stopped every few minutes and hovered in place, almost as if waiting for me to follow it. I followed the dragonfly until sunset, imagining a world in which only the dragonfly existed, on its own terms, within its own world.

Years later, I hiked around the Niagara Gorge near Niagara Falls and explored Devil’s Hole Park. There is an opening on the side of a cliff called Devil’s Hole Cave. Interestingly, early Native Americans called it the Cave of the Evil Spirit and foretold subsequent disaster to anyone who dared enter the cave. The combination of the lake, the dragonfly, and Devil’s Hole Cave all came together and helped crystalize the idea for this work.

Journey of a Dragonfly begins as the sun rises; a foreboding darkness looms in the background, contrasting the Dragonfly’s graceful entrance into a world filled with the excitement of being alive. A gust of wind carries dandelion seeds skyward alongside butterflies and rainbow-colored wildflowers. Butterflies land on flowers before the Dragonfly ventures through a dark forest and emerges, only to be chased by five blackbirds. Weaving back and forth to try and escape, the Dragonfly flies into a narrow crevice as two of the blackbirds collide with trees. While still being chased, the three remaining birds retreat as the Dragonfly discovers a dark hole leading to a tunnel. The dragonfly speeds down the ghoulish tunnel and emerges at the end of the tunnel at the side of a cliff, hovering in place. It looks around in horror and sees a gigantic cavern and then Devil Town. After flying through Devil Town and witnessing tortured souls, a bomb factory, Attorney Alley, and the Devil’s Saloon, off in the distance, the Dragonfly sees Satan’s House on a hill and decides to explore. The Dragonfly enters the house and sees the Devil Child, the Devil Mother, and the Devil himself. Suddenly, the Devil Child catches the Dragonfly in a glass jar as the parents prepare dinner in the kitchen. The Dragonfly eventually manages to escape, only to be chased by the Devil Child and then by a group of hellish bats. After a chaotic chase, the Dragonfly finds the tunnel and speeds back toward the world above. Finally free, the Dragonfly finds a flat rock to rest. The tale concludes as the Dragonfly falls asleep, the sun sets by the lake, and the evening fades to black.

Journey of a Dragonfly was written for JoAnn Falletta and Mostly Modern Orchestra in honor of Mostly Modern Festival’s fifth season.

– RP

Movements:
1. The Lake: Sunrise
2. Dragonfly’s Entrance
3. Chase: Blackbirds
4. Descent Into The Underworld
5. Devil Town
6. Satan’s House
7. Trapped
8. Kitchen
9. Escape
10. Chase: Bats
11. Ascent To The World Above
12. The Lake: Sunset

Journey of a Dragonfly for Orchestra

Keep Me Rollin'

I'll Let Go of the Old Me

Home was full of landmines, each step unsure
Words like shrapnel, sharp and impure
The table shook when his shadow grew
We learned the script of what not to do

Eyes on the clock, hands never bold
A fragile child, too young to grow old
Walls held secrets, screams left their trace
We wore our silence like armor and grace

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The past lives on in subtle refrains
A flinch at kindness, the weight of chains
I scan the faces, I read the air
Still braced for storms that aren’t really there

His voice lingers in the back of my head
A phantom editor of words unsaid
Even love feels like a test to pass
A trembling echo in fragile glass

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The ink may bleed, but my hand is steady
The future waits, the pen is ready
What was a prison now feels like grace
I’ll draw new maps on the same old space

I am the palimpsest, bold and free
A story unbound, still writing me

Palimpsest

Mi Isla est une chanson pour les amoureux des îles. Un hiver rigoureux! Hop!  Un petit voyage dans le sud et on reprend vie!  Les plages chaudes, les soirées enveloppantes pendant que chez-nous le froid perdure… (Avec tout mon amour, mon île… et avec mon corps (quelle chaleur!!)… avec aussi tout mon cœur…Oui!!!

Mi Isla is a song for islands lovers. A harsh winter! Hop!  A little trip down south and we come back to life!  The warm beaches, the enveloping evenings while at our place the cold persists... (With all my love, my island... and with my body (what a heat!! )... with all my heart... Yes!!!


Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Denis Caouette : paroles et musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Les M’s  aux brass : 
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
Marcel Bergeron : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Sébastien Savard : Violons
Frank Corneau : Basse
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation


PHONOGRAPHE

Mi Isla

Beyond Time And Space

I gave A.I. an ancient text from the Nag Hammadi gospels, known as The Thunder, Perfect Mind, which is sung by the Divine Feminine,  and I must admit to being mightily impressed with what it came back with. I just had fun with harmonising extra vocals and choirs; and big thanks to @APi_ZZ for making the cover. 

[The Nag Hammadi gospels are so called because they were buried by Gnostic Christians in the 1st century in a cave in Nag Hammadi, Egypt, in order to avoid the bonfires of the patriarchal Roman church censors who compiled the New Testament as we know it today.]

[Intro]
In the beginning
Was the word

[Verse 1]
I am the first
Before time
Something stirs
Deep inside
Water moves
Without wind

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Verse 2]  
Darkness knew me
Light feared me
Split in two
Made complete
Body breaks
Spirit soars
Can't divide

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Bridge]
Neither male
Nor female
Both and none
Mystery breathes
Through my bones
Ancient truth
In new skin

[Verse 3]
They wrote books
To hide me
But I rise
Through the cracks
Dust to light
Flesh to song
Can't contain

[Final Chorus]
She who was
She who is
She who comes
Hidden light
Sacred fire
Burning bright
I remember
I remember
Everything

[Outro]
In the beginning
In the end
She

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