Music - Phil Q Music - Introspective Melodies

RESONANT MEMORIES

1. Buen Camino
2. We Dance in Circles Laughing Free
3. Broke My Silence With This Song
4. Any Day is New
5. Indigo and Silver
6. Rosalie (Grand Piano in a Darkened Room)
7. Sand and Sea (Isabela Interlude)

RUDE ROCK

8. The Bard on Bleecker Street
9. Talk Dirty to Me

(To be continued…..)

Music and Lyrics:
By Phil Quarterman, except We Dance in Circles Laughing Free, lyrics by Jeremy (JD) Devros, and instrumental bridge based on “Arion” by Ralph Towner (by permission, Glen Moore).

Musicians:
(Tracks in parentheses)

Phil Quarterman: Piano, electric piano, synthesizer, vocals (All)
Paul Quarterman: Electric bass, lead guitar, synthesizer, effects, vocals (1-4, 8-9)
Charlie Quarterman: Vocals (1, 2)
Colin Quarterman: Guitar, vocals (3, 4, 8, 9)
François Floquet: Drums, vocals (1,2)
Bob Rindy: Violin (3, 4, 8-9)
Garry Meziere: Lead guitar (4, 8, 9)
Yuya Matsuda: Drums (3, 4, 8, 9)
Willie Matheis: Tenor sax (6, 8-9)
Scotty Van Schoick: Trombone (8-9)
Sean Flora: Synthesizer, ukulele, vocals (8, 9)
Glen Moore: Bass (5-7)
Jennifer Harrison: French horn: (5)
Mary Sue Tobin: Alto sax (7)
Mark Powers: Drums, percussion (5-7)
Paul Brainard: Pedal steel (6)

Sessions:
1. Dead Aunt Thelma’s Studio, Portland OR, 2010. Engineer: Mike Moore. Additional tracks: Sean Flora studio, 2020-22. Engineer and mixing: Sean Flora. Tracks 5-7

2. Sawmills Studio, Golant, Cornwall UK. November 2017. Engineer: John Cornfield. Production, overdubbing, mixing, Paul Quarterman. Tracks 1, 2

3. Revolver Studio, Portland OR. (August 2018). Additional sessions at Petra Manis studio. Engineer: Sean Flora. Mixing: Sean Flora (Paul Quarterman on Track 3). Tracks 3, 4, 8, 9

Mastered by:
Tim Turan at Turan Audio, Oxford UK

LYRICS:

BUEN CAMINO. Memories of Spain

Come pilgrims, lay down your weary load

Wash the dust from your feet, take shelter from the road

Take refreshment from this fountain

Clear running to slake your thirst

Go ‘til your feet, your feet don’t touch the ground

O Cebreiro, thatched homes of rugged stone

Mountain pass, church tower all alone

Feet have trod this ancient highway

Broad and narrow, winding byways

Go ‘til your shadow is no longer found.

High plains wheat fields give way to chaparral

Oak woods and heather, mixed with groves of pine

Chestnut and rowan clothe the hillsides

Eucalyptus scents the air

Go ‘til your feet, your feet don’t make a sound

No matter what your country, no matter what your tongue

You are all welcome here to lift our song

Organ and incense lifting our spirits, now we know

We are home at last

WE DANCE IN CIRCLES LAUGHING FREE: Lyrics by Jeremy (JD) Devros

There’s a grove at the edge of town, where the darkness meets the road

Where the children run and play, where their parents never go

There was a fire in my heart, in that secret silken spot

Where my dreams all came alive, and gave it everything they’ve got

Here the flags are all the same, and here the people always smile

From there, the home from where they came, here they’ll rest but for awhile

We dance in circles laughing free, the river here is fresh and clean

We swim, we sigh, in the sun we dry, the sky is blue, the orchard green

And as we reach out to our friends, as our fingertips alight

As our eyes are locked in love, as we whisper our goodnights

We dance in circles laughing free (repeat)

BROKE MY SILENCE WITH THIS SONG. A turning point

Broke my silence with this song, don’t know why it took so damn long

Twenty years it had to be, don’t know what happened to me

Could be this worldwide strife, could be that I just got a life

Could be that I’ve had a few, could be my coming to you

Come on in, the water’s fine, wade on in, and all in time

Gonna glow, gonna let it shine, the tide is rising, yours and mine

And now my weariness is past, I’m in the clear sunlight at last

My harbor lights come into view, now that I’m coming to you

Fishing in deep waters from the start

I set my course straight from the heart

A glance from your eyes, a little wind to fill my sails

Moving with emotion, feeling the pull of fate

ANY DAY IS NEW

Any day is new, now I’m in love with you

When we’re apart, there’ll be no broken hearts

Any day is new, any day is new

So time moves swiftly on, just like a fading song

Yet all is gathered now, nothing’s wasted now

We’ve found the rusted key, any day is new

The many seasons that have gone before us

The many chapters that have passed

Remind us of the task before us

And the ripeness that is ours

At last the good life will appear

Burst forth from the gloom and drear

Sunlight fading at the end of day

Reveals that joy is here to stay

Any day is new, any day is new

INDIGO AND SILVER. Two creeks in the Siskiyou Mountains of SW Oregon. In 1987, the Silver Fire consumed much of this area, only to recover before the Biscuit Fire, extending over a half million acres, returned in 2002. The cycle of burn and recovery continues. Meanwhile, conservationists strive to protect the area from further disturbance. “Where the road ends, there we make our stand”.

Indigo and Silver, your colors fill my life

Dry red earth and deep green canyon

Green river flowing far beneath

On this mountain vision quests have found their mark

Mystic arrows flying in the dark

Sacrament in showers, life quickening within

Steep mossy pathway, Silver Prairie opening

In our generation in this deserted place

We hold a mirror where we see our face

After the fires swept over, burning ridge to ridge

Green will spring again, building us a bridge

Ancient spirits hide on every hand

Where the road ends, there we make our stand

ROSALIE (GRAND PIANO IN A DARKENED ROOM). A resonant memory

Grand piano in a darkened room, burning sage its thick perfume

Lithe muscled silence, breath soft in the night

Trickling water heard in the early light

Though it never could work out, it was just meant to be

Things happen for a reason, or so she said to me

Rosalie….

Woodpecker drumming on an ancient tree

Birds sending messages to you and me

Questing spirit to a distant space

Memory is fading now, but I still see your face

Though it never could work out, it was just meant to be

Things happen for a reason, or so she said to me

Rosalie…..

The wheel is spinning, we don’t know where it lands

In these matters, things are out of our hands

Now I’m watching, it won’t be very long

All I can capture will be in this song

SAND AND SEA (ISABELA INTERLUDE). Memories of the Galápagos Islands

Sand and sea, that’s where I long to be

And as the tides flow, I know

Deeper than I did before, and then maybe I find, peace of mind

In your eyes, I see a big surprise

And as the tides flow, we know

Love we have to share, and what is more we see it grow, high and low

Lava bees, mangrove and cactus trees

And when the cloud blows, who knows

When the sun will burn on through, and then it burns us too, me and you

Words are mine, I know, they hardly rhyme

But as the chords flow, they go

Better than they did before and suddenly I find, words are mine

THE BARD ON BLEECKER STREET. London, April 1616, and Will Shakespeare headed back to his lodgings after a night carousing with Ben Jonson and company to celebrate his 52nd birthday. Stumbling into a ditch, at first he passed out. Then he awoke, is this some kind of joke? Listen on…….

My creditors behind me now, I shift the scene

What city this? What figment of a poet’s dream?

What press of strange conveyances? It fogs my brain

This brave new world hath creatures of another name.

The Bard is out on Bleecker Street, so there he’ll ply his craft

He’ll strut and speak in antic tongue and make the winos laugh

Who is this guy (the people cry), can he be for real?

His name should be in Broadway lights, he’s got mass appeal.

Who are these men from Afric shore, arrayed in gaudy robes?

The sot-weed smoke wreaths them about, and pours from ev’ry nose

In taverns brazen serpents blare to thrum of mutant lute

Can music be the food of lust, of ev’ry vice the root?