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[ditty_news_ticker id="21103"][ditty_news_ticker id="20176"]Inspired by life on Spring Street, Manhattan - setting the poetry of Steve Dalachinsky and Yuko Otomo to music by Pete Wyer.Exclusive world premier, full performance here Saturday 24th July 2021. HEDAY INOUE is The Caretaker - enjoy his Jeeni Showcase HEREJOY TAMAYO is The Optimist - enjoy her Jeeni Showcase HEREMAREN MONTALBANO is The Watcher - enjoy her Jeeni Showcase HEREPETE WYER is The Composer - enjoy his Jeeni Showcase HEREMATT GRAY is The Film Director - enjoy his Jeeni Showcase HERESTEVE DALACHINSKY is The Poet - enjoy his Jeeni Showcase HEREYUKO OTOMO is The Poet - enjoy her Jeeni Showcase HEREJoy Tamayo, soprano Maren Montalbano, mezzo soprano Heday Inoue, bass baritone Maria Grigoryeva, violins Vladimir Stoletov, viola Lyudmila Kadyrbaeva, cello Pete M Wyer guitar, bass, keyboard Josh Plotner, saxes Bobby Previte, drums Spring Street film (2021), Matt Gray Original film (1996), Norbert Nowotsch Film edit, Pete M. Wyer Music Direction, Mila Henry Studio Music Supervision, Daniel Lazour Recorded at Eastside Sound, New York, Three Horses Studio, New York Mixed at Press Play, London Libretto Poems, Steve Dalachinsky and Yuko Otomo Spring Street Opera by Pete Wyer
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The Grocer's Boy, Robert Murray
Robert Murray reads excerpts from his autobiographical trilogy focusing on a life in commerce and distributive trades across Scotland and further afield. "The Grocer's Boy" is Copyright ©2018 Robert Murray, all rights reserved, and is published by Extremis Publishing Ltd. This title is available as a physical book from www.extremispublishing.com and all good online retailers and independent booksellers worldwide.
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On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here
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The Grocer's Boy, Robert Murray
Robert Murray reads excerpts from his autobiographical trilogy focusing on a life in commerce and distributive trades across Scotland and further afield. "The Grocer's Boy" is Copyright ©2018 Robert Murray, all rights reserved, and is published by Extremis Publishing Ltd. This title is available as a physical book from www.extremispublishing.com and all good online retailers and independent booksellers worldwide.
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here