If you want to hear the original version for brass quintet, go here: https://soundcloud.com/remistjacques-composer/lever-de-soleil-dans-les-montagnes-5tette-cuivres-sunrise-in-the-mountains-brass-5tet?in=remistjacques-composer/sets/musique-de-chambre-chamber

Here's the second version with a reworked orchestration: https://soundcloud.com/remistjacques-composer/sunrisessymphony-n2-mvt2-in-the-mountains-2nd-version?in=remistjacques-composer/sets/orchestral

Lever de soleil dans les montagnes - Sunrise in the mountains (orchestré/orchestrated)

Sunrises(Symphony n.2) mvt.2 - In the Mountains [2nd version]

Enregistré le 29 mai 2021 à l’Université de Sherbrooke dans le cadre du projet INÉDIT! 4.0 par le Choeur de chambre du Québec sous la direction de Robert Ingari

http://choeurdechambre.ca/

O Magnum Mysterium - Rémi St-Jacques - Chœur de Chambre du Québec, dir. Robert Ingari

For a more visual experience, link the following link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fipXlnv8oHA

Prelude and Fugue in G minor for double reed trio (oboe, English horn, bassoon)

Lyrics from A.A. Milne's poem 

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king cups grow.
Up on the hill where the pine trees blow.
Anywhere, anywhere, I don't know.

If you were a cloud and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air;
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
Doesn't the sky look green today?

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where the people go?
Down to the wood where the blue bells grow.
Anywhere, anywhere, I don't know.

Spring Morning (SAB choir and piano)(simulation)

Je perds mes mots - R.St-Jacques

Piano sonata n.1 (mvt 1)

English translation at the end

Latin text:

Jampridem memini,
quando eram sola,
dulci manu benigna
posita sum in terra.

Submissim dixit mihi :
«esto fortis et magna
nam non erit vita
semper clemens tibi.»

Inde mihi dedit
ultimum osculum,
ultimum complexum,
ac procul abivit.

Sic, adolevi et accrevi
dum diei lucem viderem.
Crevi hic et adhuc accrevi
ut illas nubes attingerem.

Solem pluviamque amavi
et fulmen flammasque timui.
Cum vento mi placuit saltare
et semper perrexi accrescere.

Per tempora anni vixi,
autumnumn, hibernum, ver, æstatem;
Per dies noctesque vidi
memet conservare datam fidem.

Hanc manum benignam sensi,
defatigatam, fragilem;
eam sensi morientem;
et submissim dixit mihi :

«Memini bene, jampridem,
parvulum granum videbam;
et nunc, video arborem,
arborem fortem et magnam.»

Dein mihi gratias egit,
inde oculos suos clausit,
ultimum flatum suspiravit,
atque in arbore revixit.

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English translation:

I remember long ago,
when I was lonely,
I was put to the ground
by a soft and benevolant hand.

The hand told me softly :
''be great and strong,
because life won't always
be clement towards you.''

Then the hand gave me
one last kiss,
one last hug
and left afar.

Thus, I grew and grew
till I could see the light of the day.
I grew and grew again
till I could reach for the clouds.

I loved the sun and the rain
and I feared thunder and the flames.
I took pleasure to dance with the wind,
as I was continuing to grow.

I lived through the seasons
autumn, winter, spring, summer;
I saw through days and nights
that the promise I had made was respected.

I felt this benevolent hand :
tired, fragile;
I felt it dying;
and the hand told me softly :

''I remember well, long ago,
I saw this little seed,
and today I see a tree :
a great and strong tree.''

After, the hand thanked me,
then closed its eyes,
sighed one last breath
and was reborn as a tree.

Vita Arboris (University of Montreal choir)

the score is available here:  https://alliance-editions.ca/products/vita-arboris-satb?variant=2579647234072

English translation at the end

Latin text:

Jampridem memini,
quando eram sola,
dulci manu benigna
posita sum in terra.

Submissim dixit mihi :
«esto fortis et magna
nam non erit vita
semper clemens tibi.»

Inde mihi dedit
ultimum osculum,
ultimum complexum,
ac procul abivit.

Sic, adolevi et accrevi
dum diei lucem viderem.
Crevi hic et adhuc accrevi
ut illas nubes attingerem.

Solem pluviamque amavi
et fulmen flammasque timui.
Cum vento mi placuit saltare
et semper perrexi accrescere.

Per tempora anni vixi,
autumnum, hibernum, ver, æstatem;
Per dies noctesque vidi
memet conservare datam fidem.

Hanc manum benignam sensi,
defatigatam, fragilem;
eam sensi morientem;
et submissim dixit mihi :

«Memini bene, jampridem,
parvulum granum videbam;
et nunc, video arborem,
arborem fortem et magnam.»

Dein mihi gratias egit,
inde oculos suos clausit,
ultimum flatum suspiravit,
atque in arbore revixit.

----------
English translation:

I remember long ago,
when I was lonely,
I was put to the ground
by a soft and benevolant hand.

The hand told me softly :
''be great and strong,
because life won't always
be clement towards you.''

Then the hand gave me
one last kiss,
one last hug
and left afar.

Thus, I grew and grew
till I could see the light of the day.
I grew and grew again
till I could reach for the clouds.

I loved the sun and the rain
and I feared thunder and the flames.
I took pleasure to dance with the wind,
as I was continuing to grow.

I lived through the seasons
autumn, winter, spring, summer;
I saw through days and nights
that the promise I had made was respected.

I felt this benevolent hand :
tired, fragile;
I felt it dying;
and the hand told me softly :

''I remember well, long ago,
I saw this little seed,
and today I see a tree :
a great and strong tree.''

After, the hand thanked me,
then closed its eyes,
sighed one last breath
and was reborn as a tree.

October 2016

Vita Arboris (McGill University, Schulich Singers -- Jean-Sébastien Vallée, conductor)

Please scroll down for english.

Cette pièce met en scène un artiste peintre qui cherche à peindre une toile. La pièce commence avec le «boom» d'inspiration où le peintre choisi rapidement ses couleurs, se dépêchant pour ne pas oublier son idée. Une fois calme, il commence à peintre sereinement sur la toile, mélangeant les couleurs tout en suivant le flux de ses émotions. De la mélancolie à l'enthousiasme, L'artiste peintre ne cesse de voir les choses en grand bien qu'il eut un bref moment d'inattention, le faisant oublié momentanément son idée pour finalement la retrouver. Cette toile, devenue grandiose, subit une dernière révision au pinceau fin avant de conclure pour de bon la fin de son œuvre.
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(english)

An artist's inspiration

This piece tells the story of a sketch artist who deserve to make a new painting. All begins with a ''boom'' of inspiration where the painter chooses quickly his colors in a hurry to avoid losing his idea. Once he is calm, he begins to paint serenely, mixing the colors following the tread of his feelings. From melancholy to enthusiasm, the artist continues to see things in big, although he had a brief moment of distraction, which made him forget his main idea before remembering it again. This painting, now grandiose, undergoes a final revision with a thin brush before concluding for good the end of his chef-d'œvre.


L'inspiration d'un artiste 1 Logic kontact

you can buy the score here: https://alliance-editions.ca/products/dis-moi-pourquoi-satb?fbclid=IwAR16ZynKs92WaWGehTRswUVFqIfK8VkPA-1-z9Tia0L4rIDxhoaZ13bfZ5k&variant=2579647234072

(english translation below)

Dis-moi pourquoi tu es parti,
Oh! tu me manques tellement;
Dis-moi pourquoi tu n'as rien dit,
Tout aurait pu être autrement.

Dis-moi pourquoi tu es parti,
Rien ne sera pareil sans toi;
Dis-moi pourquoi serait-ce ainsi,
On aurait pu éviter ça.

Dis-moi pourquoi tu es parti,
Tu aurais dû nous en parler;
Dit-moi pourquoi tu n'as rien dit,
J'aurais peut-être pu t'aider.

----

Tell me why did you leave,
Oh! I miss you so much;
Tell me why you didn't say anything,
Everything could have been otherwise.

Tell me why did you leave,
Nothing will be the same without you;
Tell me why would it be that way,
We could have avoided that.

Tell me why did you leave,
You should have talked to us;
Tell me why you didn't say anything,
I maybe could have helped you.

Dis-moi pourquoi - choeur de l'Université de Sherbrooke, dirigé par Robert Ingari - Rémi St-Jacques

score can be purchased here: https://cypresschoral.com/composers/remi-st-jacques/le-voyage-dun-oiseau-dete/

Je vais partir pour un voyage,
Il nous faudra laisser le nid;
Mon arbre perd son beau feuillage;
Ainsi, l'été est bien fini.

Le vent d'automne nous salue
Avant qu'on quitte pour l'hiver;
Déjà, je rêve de la vue
Des champs, des monts et de la mer.

J'ouvris mes ailes avec fierté,
Touchant enfin le grand ciel bleu,
Tout en goûtant la liberté
Sous un soleil tant radieux.

Je m'enivrai des airs champêtres
Et des parfums des champs fleuris
Sur des milliers de kilomètres,
En croyant presque au paradis.

On se cacha lors d'un orage
Et quand on sut qu'il fut parti,
Un arc-en-ciel sous les nuages
Nous fit sortir de notre abri.

Puis à la fin de l'envolée,
On se posa, mais pour un temps,
Dans ces contrées ensoleillées,
Ainsi, jusqu'au prochain printemps.

Le Voyage d'Un Oiseau d'Été - chœur de l'école Arthur-Vaillancourt - dir. Ève Bourgouin

Si un câlin pouvait suffire à un pardon,
Peut-être bien qu'un jour la paix nous reviendra.
Cessons enfin de nous combattre sans raison
Et aimons-nous tout simplement pour une fois.
--
If a hug were enough to forgive,
Maybe one day peace will come back to us.
Let's cease to fight against eachother for no reason
And let's love eachother for once.

Si Un Câlin Pouvait Suffire - dir. Rémi St-Jacques

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate :
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date :
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet 18 (Grand Philharmonic Choir Chamber Singers, cond. by Mark Vuorinen)

Enregistré par Christophe Pilon

Score can be purchased here: https://cypresschoral.com/composers/remi-st-jacques/papillon/

Rough translation from Google translate:

To be born with spring, to die with roses,
On the wing of the zephyr swim in a pure sky,
Swung on the breast of flowers barely hatched,
To get drunk with perfumes, light and azure,
Shaking, young still, the powder of his wings,
To fly like a breath to the eternal arches,
That's the butterfly's magic destiny!
It looks like desire, which never arises,
And without being satisfied, touching everything,
Return to heaven to seek pleasure.

Le papillon - La Petite Bande de Montréal Dir. Martin Dagenais - Rémi St-Jacques

To watch the animation for which this music was for, please check out this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNFlMPQa3VY

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if you want to hear the orchestral version, go here: https://soundcloud.com/remistjacques-composer/leve-de-soleil-dans-les-montagnes-sunrise-in-the-mountains-orchestreorchestrated

Lever De Soleil Dans Les Montagnes (5tette Cuivres)― Sunrise in the Mountains (Brass 5tet)

Click the link here for a more colorful and visual experience: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LknrMeKjwjM

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