Dedicated to some folks in my life who've picked me up along the way, especially through music...

This is one I'm pretty proud of.  Oddly, it's the first time I’ve written a full original song with me singing my own lyrics. I'm joined by the uber talented @TexMex-Shaman, who is wielding the lead electric guitar starting at the first verse through to the end. (this is the second time now where my vocal melody is partly inspired by his magical playing!) He also lends his mastering skillz to great effect here. Thanks TMS for truly bringing this to life with your playing! 
All other instruments are played by me on the keyboard - acoustic guitar, bass, organ, Wurlitzer electric piano, 2nd electric guitar (the higher one in verse 2), horns, drums & percussion, words and voice. The chorus is supposed to sound like a 60's soul song, like Marvin Gaye meets Van Morrison. 
If you play this more than once I'm sorry but I'm afraid you'll be stuck with it in your head all day.  :)

This one's a personal one for me, so thanks for listening, and for picking us up with your music!

LYRICS: 

Verse 1
alone in the corner, that old six string whispers to me
ah but when daddy played, he could set your spirit free 
like the drops in the rain, or a forest tall and green
there's music alive all around
and mamma she told me, you must listen for more than the sound
and hear with your heart

Chorus     
(And then she’d) 
pick me up higher, pick me up higher, pick me up higher
pick me up, lift me up, build me up,  
pick me up higher, pick me up higher, pick me up higher
pick me up, lift me up, build me up, 
pick me up higher 

Verse 2
Now I’m writing my own song… makin’ music with old friends and new
But the joy of my days, are my beautiful daughter and you
And when you play that song, she would close her eyes and sway
all the while as she sings
And man when I hear her, whispered memories they lift me up still
like a bird on the wind

Chorus  

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Other credits: 
-second verse sample of 'Take Me Home, Country Roads' (by John Denver), performed by my 9 yr old daughter
-image design by me using Chat GPT
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here's a link to just the final chorus vocals and horns isolated: 
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/pick_me_up_vox_isolated

and here's a link that features mainly the sax solo & horn section:
https://on.soundcloud.com/y1PR8xv69y77n5CY5w
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here's some pictures I took:
https://500px.com/p/MrMark?view=photos

-mark

Pick Me Up (with TexMex Shaman)

Hoping this one brings a little sunshine to you !!

Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and Happy holidays.
Thank you for all of your kind support of my music too!

(c) Vocalatti 2024

Comme Ci Comme Ca

Quartet #2 in A Major

Sweetness as an act of defiance in a time of cruelty

Sweetheart Mine

Des textes de chansons qui livrent un message de la vie quotidienne, parlant d'amour, aussi d'histoires humoristiques ou touchantes et abordant aussi d'autres aspects de la vie en générale.
Les gars du coin sont : 

Pat Pépin Larochelle : auteur compositeur,voix , guitares acoustiques et électriques
Steve Roy : Basse fretless 7 cordes
Mike Watkins : Batterie

Ont aussi contribué à l’album :

Jérôme Boisvert : guitares électriques et B3
Julie Lauzon : choriste

Réalisation et mixage :
Jérôme Boisvert enregistré au Studio Momentum, Drummondville Qc, Canada en 2025

Pour joindre ‘’Les gars du coin’’ : watcom@live.ca

                                                 Téléphone : 819 473 -2475

9. Donnez-moi pas un pouce - Les gars du coin

FUSE

This is my new single. It’s about accepting life’s challenges, working through them and then using that learning to adapt and survive.  I’ve posted an earlier version here before but it’s remixed and mastered (RCD Audio). 
I hope you enjoy it. Take care. 
James
Lyrics:
My Uncertain Steps 

As a boy, I was scared of the sea
With my family, on a beach in Normandy, 
a French boy told me the ghosts of drowned sailors grab your legs and dragged you down
I wouldn’t go in! 
Too naive and trusting! 

As a teen, I was all over the place! 
Always confused, just didn’t know which way to face
Too many temptations, suggestions and thrills, distracting and wild
Couldn’t think straight 
Couldn’t concentrate! 

It was always their demands and directions 
Had to meet their dreams and expectations 

My uncertain steps
No confidence 
(Trying to find my own way)
My uncertain steps 
At my own pace
(My way) 

My wreckage of a life, with this chaotic love
Constant demands, you can never do enough 
Mix in the bullies, the twisters and those egos too
It pulls you apart
Breaks your heart 

I’m seasoned, I now know this path
One crisis avoided, another starts 

My uncertain steps
More experienced 
(Trying to find my own way)
My uncertain steps
At my own pace 
(My way) 

And now I expect to see the worst
In everyone and everything I know
Just know how it is, but feel I can somehow 
see it through

(outro) 
I’ve got friends (for my uncertain steps)
I’ve lived and learnt (for my uncertain steps)
I’ve got you (for my uncertain steps) 
I’ll get through this (my uncertain steps) 


James Whiteman copyright  18 January 2024

My Uncertain Steps (Single version)

Disconnect

Girl from ipanema

https://open.spotify.com/artist/1X7rTUU8BbTv03uOQbXlDx?si=TQKdfac3RLWwcAul9GBhpg

Contare gli asterischi 

Legati al filo della speranza
Inseguendo un flèbile ricordo  
Interpretando tutto con coerenza  
Combattendo un piccolo ma grande dramma  

Ma la giovinezza la mia cara e bella giovinezza  
Non c’è più, ormai è andata e mai ritornerà  
Dove tutto era facile e scontato  
Dove si annidava la spensieratezza di chi sta bene  

Ed eccomi qui  
A contare gli asterischi  
Districarmi dai valori  
Neanche fosse la collezione dei miei dischi  
Ed eccomi qui  
A contemplare i miei fiaschi  
Un palcoscenico ormai in disuso  
Senza spettatori ma solo vuoto assoluto  

E mentre il tempo segna il suo passo,  
accetto i segni, i nodi, i rimpianti,  
sapendo che ogni ferita e ogni errore  
sono parte di me, ormai compagni silenziosi.  

Ed eccomi qui  
A contare gli asterischi  
Districarmi dai valori  
Neanche fosse la collezione dei miei dischi  
Ed eccomi qui  
A contemplare i miei fiaschi  
Un palcoscenico ormai in disuso  
Senza spettatori ma solo vuoto assoluto. 

Così resto qui, tra luci spente e ricordi,  
a cercare un senso nel vuoto che avanza,  
con la speranza fragile di chi sa  
che anche il silenzio può raccontare una storia

Girl from ipanema

Pierrou Tissan old jazz song

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