Posted by Quixie at 8:38 PM
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For archival purposes, here are the liner note credits to the unreleased blacksheep choir recording.
blacksheep choir:
theo belledin - saxophones
ebbert m. gepner ii - drums and percussion
john moore - bass (except where noted)
r. león santiago - voice, guitars, cuatro, percussion
theo belledin - saxophones
ebbert m. gepner ii - drums and percussion
john moore - bass (except where noted)
r. león santiago - voice, guitars, cuatro, percussion
1 - heathens - (5:15)rob fix - bass | 6 - (let) X=X - (4:06)kate russo - violin |
| 2 - spike & the slydog (américan roulette) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . - (4:29) peter venti - piano | 7 - reach - (4:36) *chant peck & scott nowak engineered |
3 - man in the water (building a fire) - (3:45)darell colton - bass | 8 - the river - (6:17)peter venti - keys |
4 - on a rainy day - (2:59) *chant peck & scott nowak engineered | 9 - summerland - (4:41) peter venti keys |
5 - the mark of cain (4:55) *chant peck & scott nowak engineered | 10 - magdalen blue - (5:56)darell colton - bass |
all songs:
words and music by r. león santiago
© 2003
words and music by r. león santiago
© 2003
produced by blacksheep choir & chant peck
recorded at MCC, Mesa, AZ with some sessions * at
the Conservatory of Recording Arts & Sciences,
Tempe
mixed by chant & león
.
recorded at MCC, Mesa, AZ with some sessions * at
the Conservatory of Recording Arts & Sciences,
Tempe
mixed by chant & león
.
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ReplyDeleteWould love to hear this, seems interesting! Possible? Googling did not help.
ReplyDeleteI walked out to the mailbox this morning, dreading the trek because of the insufferable desert heat even at mid morning. I open the mailbox to find a brown package from Arizona. Could it be? Could it really be?
ReplyDeleteI rush back in side, the girls still eating breakfast at the table and singing their ABC's. I ripped open the package a little too vigorously; the card has a slight tear in the corner now that was not there before, I am sure. I place my hand inside and hope...
As I grasp the contents and whisk them from the envelope, there is the blacksheep. Oh, the CD I have been waiting for. Gingerly this time, I open my treasure and set it into the kitchen CD player, sit back with my espresso and wait...
Heaven.
Oh León, it is simply enchanting. The girls and I dance all morning long until they could no longer, and I carried them to their bed for a dream day.
On our long afternoon car ride, I brought you with us, as I have done with the few mp3 of yours that I have. It was like returning to the dream of blue turtles, only better. All of my problems melted away as I drove, lost in your songs, memorizing line after line. Road rage... not today.
And of course, you, as giving as you are, sent me another present that I so did not expect, yet cherish immensly, and guard jealously.
Thank you, sweet soul. Thank you for sharing yourself, and thank you for allowing me to call you friend. I am blessed to have you and your captivating music in my life.
Yours within the Spirit,
~TM