Aunt Pat

THE AGE OF MEMORIES AS LUCKY PEARLS

In memoriam, the bombing of Guernica, Spain, April 26, 1937. A lamentation in music.

And in 2024, for the injured, displaced, and departed around the world as invading forces of tyranny rain down death and destruction upon innocent people.

I literally cried as I updated my old composition about the bombing of Guernica. 

Originally composed in GarageBand, I finished the first version of this song on April 26, 2013, not consciously aware that the date was the anniversary of the atrocity committed by fascists against civilians during the Spanish Civil War. I had had ambitions to create an animated short about its history and Picasso’s famous painting when I could afford the technology. So my first step was to use available resources and create the music, which I did 11 years ago. I have yet to produce the animation. Maybe someday. The cover art gives you an idea as to how I envisioned the graphics for the animated short.

This Guernica composition is my first attempt at composing neoclassical music. As a girl I would sing and hum made-up symphonies as I conducted an imaginary orchestra. I’ve got hundreds of improvised concertos, sonatas, fugues, and arias deep in my memory banks that sometimes creep into my contemporaneous music.

This week, as the anniversary of Guernica approached, I imported my old music file into my current DAW and refreshed it, adding French horn, the first instrument I played as a young student. I also added audio of propeller planes recorded live in March and April 2024. And I pushed the previous violin and cello parts to the limit, so if you hear a screeching violin or a groaning cello, it’s intentional; war gives millions of reasons to scream and wail. The composition’s 8-chord structure is repeated as if to state the obvious — we, humans, have yet to contain our violence individually and collectively. We witness and experience the horror of mass murder and war around the globe. Every. Damn. Day.

I realize my song probably isn’t going to be a favorite for listeners, not my usual chill music. But I’m also a firm believer in the idea that sunlight is the best disinfectant. With this music about Guernica and the history of 1937, I am reminded how far we’ve come, and yet, how little we’ve changed. But change we must, and I believe humanity will change for the better. The question is when.

Guernica

This song is in honor of my Aunt Pat Brnadstetter.  This is music I wrote based on her poetry.

A Delightful Treat
(February 2008)

Oh! What a Delightful Treat
To hear the Chatter of the Parakeet!

When nestling in trees with Leaves of Green,
The Parakeets are not likely to be Seen.

Their constant Chattering causes such a Commotion,
Passers-by look-on with Joyful Emotion!

A Cluster of Green Catches everyone’s Eye
As the Parakeets Fly in Mass Across The Sky.

Indeed these, not so Little, Birds of Green,
Make their presence known with quite a Scene.

Oh! What a Delightful Treat
To hear the Chatter of the Parakeet!

A Delightful Treat

Song based on my Aunt Pat Brandstetters poetry.  This song is based on part of the poem My Sister Laura Ann.  Only part was used because the poems is longer than fits in a normal song length.

Here is the full pom:

My Sister Laura Ann
(November 2013)

Certainly, I was the biggest fan
Of my sister, Laura Ann.
Dark and curly was her hair
Her skin was so lovely and so fair.
Her eyes were as blue as blue can be
They were as colorful as the sea.

When we were little
We did quibble.
Our parents appointed me her ward.
She took that very hard.
She did protest and said,
“Little sisters are brats and pests.”
I definitely put her to test after test.

When Laura Ann was fifteen
And I was nine our mom
Became very ill.
For the next two years our
Communication was next to nil.

Then when Laura Anne was one month shy
Of eighteen and I was eleven,
We moved in together.
It felt like a gift from Heaven!!
Mom and Eddie were with us at first
But did not stay.
Very soon they each moved away.

Six baseball fields were across the street
For Laura Ann and me that was a great treat.
We played ball with the neighborhood kids.
I could not hit the ball at all.
Laura Ann was great.
She always made it to home plate.
Jones Park was a short walk away.
Summer Sundays we would go swim for the day.

Riding a bus across the Mississippi was 
Always a thrill.
Then shopping in St. Louis was 
Its own kind of funny day to fill.

We would find expensive dresses and 
        certainly try them on and not just one.
We made it a day for fun.

A favorite thing for us two
Was to walk up and down our street, Lynch Avenue.
We walked in a land of pretend
That for us would never end.
Sometimes we pretended we were in China wearing
Kimonos with an obi around our waist.
Other times we were in Italy eating delicious Spaghetti.

We rode on camels backs in Africa
And sauntered awhile
Along the Nile.
Paris, the Swiss Alps, Greece,
Oh! The fabulous places we traveled
And had seen
In that wonderful land of our great
Big dream.

We both worked hard
We played hard
When twenty-one and fourteen
Laura Ann left for Durham
And I left for Detroit
That time we cried very hard.
We have always felt our life together 
Was a Great Reward,
And definitely a time to treasure!

My Sister Laura Ann

A song based on a poem by my Aunt Pat Brandstetter.  Here is the original poem:

Run, Run, Run
(1999)

Run, Run, Run
The race has just begun.
The starting bang has sounded.
All racers are forward bounded.

Miles, one, two, and three,
Like a bird and feeling free.
The pace is there,
Excitement fills the air!

With miles eight, nine, and ten behind,
This run is one of a kind.
Halfway there at mile thirteen,
A brand new sensation fills the mind.

Run, run, run,
This race is definitely fun.
Miles eighteen, nineteen, and twenty,
Legs are tired and you are feeling funny.

The goal is near at hand.
And you can do it, you can, you can,
Know that feeling that is so grand

This Marathon is done!
You’ve won, You’ve won, You’ve won!
Your goal was set and it’s done!

Run Run Run

A song based on a poem by my Aunt:  Pat Brandstetter.

City Kitty
(1996)

I am a little kitty.
I live in a great big city.
My friends call me Itty Bitty.
They say I’m very pretty.

My fur is a light fluffy gray.
My eyes are deep blue, they say.

All through the bright, sunny day
I like to run and jump and play.

City Kitty

Lyrics and chords:
Pat
 Am- F-C-G
Verse 1:
Her name is Theresa but everyone knows her as Pat
Her big sister wanted a little sister
The new baby would be known as Pat
And she would be the best little sister a girl could have

Am Em Bm F#m
Chorus:
So sweet
So cute
So kind
That is Pat indeed

Verse 2:
Alas her parents named her Theresa
But to her sister she was Pat
Her sister called her Pat from day one
Everyone else followed suit and she became known as Pat

Chorus

Bm-G-D-A
Verse 3:
She grew up into a wonderful woman
With six fine children
Each so special 
The best mother, sister, and Aunt one could have

Verse 4:
From California to New Jersey
You moved a because 
From Chicago to Texas
What a life you lived

Gm F#m Gm F#m
Bridge:
Pat
Pat I miss you

Bm F#m C#m G#m
Chorus
Chorus

Composed and played by Loony De Bussy 

Art cover : Pearl by Nataly NGM 

Recorded on Korg D16
Mastered with Audacity

PERLE / Debussy Punk nº2                                 (for 2 guitars & 1 bass)

Texte Français et Google Traduction

MEMOIRES DE VIE

Le temps passe lentement
La roue tourne comme on dit
Mais le passage des ans
Ne créé jamais l'oubli.
Les années qui avancent
Et continuent toujours
En prennent de l'importance
Dans ce qui fait l'amour.
Et plus on prend de l'âge
Conscient évidemment
Dans nos têtes voyagent
L'ancien et le présent.
Dans les jours qui vieillissent
Et voient passer l'antan
Tous les temps qui se glissent
Doucement et pourtant.

Il reste dans nos mémoires
Amour et belles histoires.
Tout ce qui fait la vie 
Réchauffe nos cœurs aussi

Il reste dans nos mémoires
Amour et belles histoires.
Tout ce qui fait la vie 
Réchauffe nos cœurs aussi

Bien s'aimer, se comprendre
C'est un toujours un voyage
Et on se laisse prendre 
A s'écrire de belles pages

Sur la terre en plaisir
De grands moments passés
Pleurs ou éclats de rires
Nous ont fait exister.

Revivre dans ses pensées
Ne voyant que lueurs
Et jamais oublier
Que c'était le bonheur.

La vie suivant son sort
Nous laisse de bons moments
Si jamais on s'endort
Sans des mots et pourtant

Il reste dans nos mémoires
Amour et belles histoires.
Tout ce qui fait la vie 
Réchauffe nos cœurs aussi

MEMORIES OF LIFE

Time passes slowly
The wheel turns as they say
But the passage of years
Never create oblivion.
The years that advance
And still continue
take on importance
In what makes love.
And the older we get
Obviously aware
In our heads travel
The old and the present.
In the days that grow old
And see yesteryear pass by
All the times that slip by
Slowly and yet.

He remains in our memories
Love and beautiful stories.
Everything that makes life
Warm our hearts too
He remains in our memories
Love and beautiful stories.
Everything that makes life
Warm our hearts too

Love each other well, understand each other
It's always a journey
And we let ourselves be taken
To write beautiful pages

On earth in pleasure
Great times past
Crying or bursts of laughter
Made us exist.

Revive in your thoughts
Seeing only lights
And never forget
That it was happiness.

Life following its fate
Leave us good times
If we ever fall asleep
Without words and yet

He remains in our memories
Love and beautiful stories.
Everything that makes life
Warm our hearts too

MEMOIRES DE VIE

Lucky Man (Emerson, Lake & Palmer cover)

I start this new album with better sound by means of one of my more beloved and evolved songs ever, a structured piece with progressing parts.

LETRA   /   TRANSLATED LYRICS:

BIEN, MAL (LLUVIA VIEJA)    /   WELL, BADLY (OLD RAIN)

Sí, no, ¿por qué no?   /   Yes, no, why not? 
estoy pensando que esto no es lo mejor.   /   I am thinkinkg this is not the best.
Bien, mal, ¿tú qué tal?   /   Well, badly, what about you?
de repente me he puesto a pensar.   /   Suddenly I have started to think.

El tiempo esparcido entre mis amigos   /   Time scattered among my friends
 es el más valioso cuando estoy contigo.   /   is the most valuable one when I am with you
Los ratos vividos estando contigo   /   Moments lived being with you
 son reconfortantes cuando estoy perdido.   /   are comforting when I feel lost. 
Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos,   /   I must search for them among my friends
tengo que encontrarlos, pero ya se han ido todos.   /   I must find them, but they are all gone already.

Fumando   /   Smoking 
tras los cristales   /   behind the windows
mojados de lluvia vieja.   /   wet with old rain
Recuerdos   /   Memories
 que me llevan flotando   /   carry me floating
 a estar con ella.   /   to be with her

Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos.   /   I must search for them among my friends

Tú, yo, ¿qué sé yo?   /   You, me, what do I know?
está lloviendo pero tengo calor.   /   It is raining but I feel hot
Qué, quién, ¡mírame!   /   What, who, look at me !
soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.   /   I am still who you started do love

Soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.  /   I am still who you started do love

ER13PB01 ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Prickle prick cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Bien, mal (Lluvia vieja)

I am Dan Lockhart/ProgRockDan.  I am half of the duo Dan X2.  I enjoy making music with my partner Dan Blackard.  I was born in East St. Louis, Illinois.  I was raised in a rural area near Edwardsville, Illinois.  I have lived in San Antonio, Texas; Bad, Kreuznach, Germany;  Kansas City, Missouri; Columbus, Georgia; Haverhill Massachusetts;  St, Louis, Missouri, and Indianapolis, Indiana.  I have resided in Carmel Indiana for the past 20 + years.  I consider this home.  I have a small studio in my home.  I go to it everyday and work on creating (writing) songs.  I play bass, guitar, banjo, mandolin, pedal steel, piano, violin, and viola.  I use Cubase for my DAW.  I master using Izotope, Ozone.

You can find my other music on these sites:
https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1
https://soundcloud.com/dan-lockhart
https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan-instrumentals

https://www.reverbnation.com/prdvocals
https://www.reverbnation.com/progrockdan1
https://www.reverbnation.com/daniellockhart4

My songs with Dan Blackard can be found here:
https://soundcloud.com/user-106484228
https://soundcloud.com/user-590884876

https://www.reverbnation.com/dananddan5
https://www.reverbnation.com/danx2


I have a collection Christmas songs here:
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Children's music are here:
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Here is a link to my Patreon Page.  You can find music that is only available to my patreon supporters on this page.
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I have 72 Songs about Space here:
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Daniel Lockhart