If this doesn't move you, I can have nothing to do with you...
Rob Schwimmer, piano--Improvisation on Octet (Adam Guettel)
Description: When Adam Guettel first played me an early version (just piano and vocalise) of what would come to be called "Octet" from "The Light In The Piazza" I thought it was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever heard...still do! The form I do here is not "correct" but I've tried to retain what it was that I felt on that first go 'round
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Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Mi Salvacion
To anyone out there who knows me - this is 'Love to Me'. Can you possibly understand??
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Aaron Lazar,
Adam Guettel,
Broadway,
musical,
singing,
The Light in the Piazza
Thursday, April 12, 2007
This is Love to me
Few can understand it.
But the fact is:
I am not well most of the time.
And I really suffer.
Hours like this can seem an eternity.
And I feel all my armour slipping
off of me.
One of the strangest things
I will never understand
is how someone
who has shown such strength -
can hurt so much?
...
I'm better now.
And I appreciate feeling my Love's warmth
and his little ones tight embrace.
"This is Love to me,"
sings my musical hero.
My champion whose words and lyrics
have moved me to such angst and beauty
that only one with my head could truly,
truly feel and recognize
the purity and pain captured in a dissonant chord
and a single sentence of a lyric.
I need this lullabye tonight.
Now I am 'not alone'.
But the fact is:
I am not well most of the time.
And I really suffer.
Hours like this can seem an eternity.
And I feel all my armour slipping
off of me.
One of the strangest things
I will never understand
is how someone
who has shown such strength -
can hurt so much?
...
I'm better now.
And I appreciate feeling my Love's warmth
and his little ones tight embrace.
"This is Love to me,"
sings my musical hero.
My champion whose words and lyrics
have moved me to such angst and beauty
that only one with my head could truly,
truly feel and recognize
the purity and pain captured in a dissonant chord
and a single sentence of a lyric.
I need this lullabye tonight.
Now I am 'not alone'.
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