Vocalese

by Angelica Matveeva

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1.
Wonderyear 06:10
Wonderyear Music and trumpet solo: Peter Asplund Lyrics: Angelica Matveeva Arrangement: Tuomas Juhani Turunen Theme: Deep within me Burns a fire bright Through the trials I have found my light, I have Lost my faith about a thousand times Smashed by beings closed and cold as ice, I have, that's right But the time has Come to finally see The beginning of a wonderyear, that's right, it's here, that year, oh yes, Of love, of real joy, be good, enjoy. Through it all you Stood by me, sincere, Gave me wings and Took away my fear, you did Peter Asplund's trumpet solo: Bliss has filled me up From bottom to top After I have been through the mill of frost That used to kill all my love, Intoxicate my soul and just lock me inside, But by now a world has opened up Where there is no divide between What's mine or yours and everyone Belongs without exception, since we're part of the same eternity We're just pretending growing egos ups respect, But it's ridiculous: letting fear block your mind, Afraid to give a smile, And posing as infallible human beings When you just relax and turn your soul to universal love Towards every heart it flows and it radiates around a priceless reward You'll notice the change: cause heart to heart speaks universally, You get into a consciusness, permitting you to suddenly discover that the whole world is a magic playground There is no reason to fear, as opening up will change your life just for the better With so much love all obstacles cease to exist And you realize that you don't need to fight, You only need to give your love, Don't be afraid to tune into the love flow, Soak up supreme enjoyment And ooze it al around you, Breath the flow of happiness and stream it And don't forget you can get access to euphoria any moment Light up and ride the waves of life with joy and a smile
2.
You go to my head Music: John Frederick Coots Lyrics: Angelica Matveeva Solos: Lou Donaldson (alto saxophone) and Clifford Brown (trumpet) Arrangement: Ville Vannemaa Lou Donaldson's improvisation: Don't you know that when you look at me, my heart becomes impassioned just like an aeroplane that's passing out and going through the roof Of beloved rationality and decency and when my brain explodes, You stand by me and watch them blowing away – the pieces of the card house: Waltzing swiftly, turning lightly, like a leaf that's left its tree, So elegantly, absently, swirls around the trunk, and, carried by the air, It floats unto the earth to kiss it, Exposing the crown like my bedazzled mind, And I stand there, stripped of all control, And, darling, that's when I realize That I can't fight the most exciting, beautiful, thrilling, vulnerable feeling of all And now you got me thinking: Maybe I could hope for just a moment you may grant me your love Even if it's unreal, don't chase away my dream yet, Please, let me have it for a short while Soon enough I'll tell myself: "Just get a firm hold of yourself!" Brutally dragged out of harmony, suddenly I wake up: Can't you see – this never can be, Let it go, forget about it, tells my rigid mind, But effortlessly, I quickly defy it, Since you have me melting away under your unconditional gift of charming tenderness, Loving attitude, pure and clever mind, You radiate all happiness and joy to everyone around, But you don't belong to me and there's no going back Yet can't afford to miss you for a second, or I would feel awfully morose Can you mitigate my agony by letting me stay close to you, so that I can feel your precious blissful presence? I can't believe for how long I failed to see the splendid universe that you ignited just for me! Darling, will you, please, let me love you? This sole concession I ask for, even though I know I'm a fool; I hope it's not too late to turn to your love and I pray that you won't tell me I don't stand any chance in this mad one way romance. Though it took a while till I felt it: now I'm sure, I won't let you go, it's you I long for my divine, my love. Tell me, is there any hope that you may change your mind and choose to be with me, though I turned you down? Clifford Brown's improvisation: It has been beyond my grasp how it ever could be considered shameful just loving someone, offering selflessly one's heart, even if the other can't accept the generous gift of love, clearly the giver should be never reprimanded Too bad you didn't love me when I cared so much about you I would give all my life To be beside you all the time, to love no one but you, to be true to you till I die Now that I have given this vow, it belongs to someone else till the end Lou Donaldson phrase: Darling, please, forgive my negligence, and, please, just let me make it up to you Sadly it's too late, my dear, and though I still love you, I can't be with you and destroy the happiness and closeness I've created with another, forgive me Time closes some doors, but always opens up some new So promise never ever to treat lightly that someone who loves you Give it some thought and some time and perhaps you'll come to understand That someone's going to your head.
3.
Ping pong 06:37
Music and tenor saxophone solo: Wayne Shorter Lyrics: Angelica Matveeva Arrangement: Ville Vannemaa Original Russian lyrics Theme: Знают все: есть колдовской и предревний способ вызвать дивный сон - Загадать сюжет, распахнув окно Перед сном открыла я окно, И залез пушистый слон в него В ожерелье неземных цветов Весело посмотрел на меня слон-проказник, Протрубив в окно: "Я хочу сыграть партию в пинг-понг!" Пригласил меня пушистый слон, протянув ракетки хоботом Я взобралась ловко на него И помчался слоник сквозь лианы солнца, кистья ветра джунглей Долго ли-коротко ли мы стремглав летели через звёздный сонм, Джунгли пёстрых крон ждали за холмом Wayne Shorter's solo: И там обезьяны вовсю скакали, Извергая шаманский крик хором, Громко гогоча, сверкали Жемчугами для игры в пинг-понг, А судьёй стал неуклюжий гиппопотам Он построил крокодилов в ряд И сложил их в стол Гладким брюшком кверху – спинкой вниз, А из мошек сетку сообразил И, жужжа в шипучем танце, закружился рой их, формируя сетку, И к всеобщему восторгу вскоре стол был готов Лишь грустный фламинго был Непричастен к общему веселью, Ведь его преследовало джунглей наказанье: На одной ноге стоять ведь чрезвычайно неудобно, Для игры в пинг-понг необходим баланс, Но кто возьмёт его играть, ведь не сумеет он бежать "Что же делать нам?" – я спросила слона "Не беда", - слон ответил, - "пригласим к нам гибкошеего жирафа", "И вчетвером сыграем в пинг-понг, шеей, рукой, ловким хоботом, под гипнозом под звука мяча: кы-кы-кы-та (пять раз – звук мяча)". English translation: Theme: Everybody knows there is an ancient magic method to induce an amazing dream: you need to imagine the plot and say it out loud in front of an open window so before going to bed I opened my window and a fluffy elephant in a necklace made of unearthly flowers climbed into it The naughty elephant looked at me merrily and trumpeted into the window: "I want to play a game (set) of ping pong ". And so the fluffy elephant invited me, handing me the rackets with his snout I mounted him elegantly and off went the elephant, moving quickly through lianas of sun and strokes of jungle winds I don't know how long we were flying through the myriads of stars, when a jungle of fairytale-colored tree crowns showed up from behind the hill Wayne Shorter's solo: And there monkeys were jumping around crazily and screaming all together like sorcerers loudly roaring with laughter, they were flashing pearls that they used as ping pong balls and the clumsy hippopotamus became the judge, so he put the crocodiles in a row, with their smooth bellies up and their backs down, thus making a ping-pong table out of them and constructed a net out of a myriad of little flies and they swarmed around in a sizzling dance, forming a net, and soon, to everybody's delight, the ping pong table was ready only the sad flamingo could not take part in everybody's joy, because he was suffering from the jungle curse: it is very uncomfortable to stand on just one leg, because to play ping pong you need balance, but who will invite him to play when he cannot even run? "What can we do?" - I asked the elephant "No worries" – the elephant replied - "let's also invite the giraffe with his flexible neck and play ping-pong among the four of us: with the neck, with the hand, with the snout, hypnotized by the sound of the ball: kugh-kugh-kugh-ta x5"
4.
Moody's mood for love Music: Jimmy McHugh Lyrics: Eddie Jefferson Solos: James Moody (tenor saxophone) and Thore Swanerud (piano) (He:) There I go, there I go, there I go There I go.. Pretty baby, you are the soul who snaps my control Such a funny thing but every time you’re near me I never can behave You give me a smile and then I’m wrapped up in your magic There’s music all around me, crazy music Music that keeps calling me so very close to you Turns me your slave Come and do with me any little thing you want to Anything baby, just let me get next to you Am I insane or do I really see heaven in your eyes? Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies How I worry about you Just can’t live my life without you Baby come here, don’t have no fear Oh, is there a wonder why I’m really feeling in the mood for love? So tell me why start to think About this weather, my dear? This little dream might fade away There I go talking out of my head again, oh baby Won’t you come and put our two hearts together? That would make me strong and brave Oh when we are one, I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid If there’s a cloud up above us Go on and let it rain I’m sure our love together will endure a hurricane Oh my baby Won’t you please let me love you And give a relief from this awful misery? (She:) What is all this talk about loving me, my sweet? I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before Can’t you understand me? Now baby, please pull yourself together, do it soon My soul’s on fire, come on and take me I’ll be what you make me, my darling, my sweet (He:) Oh baby, you make me feel so good Let me take you by the hand Come let us visit out there In that new promised land Maybe there we can find A good place to use a loving state of mind I’m so tired of being without And never knowing what love’s about... James Moody, you can come on in man And you can blow now if you want to (Both:) We’re through.
5.
Yes or No 06:41
Music: Wayne Shorter Lyrics: Angelica Matveeva Solo: Franco Ambrosetti (trumpet) Arrangement: Tuomas Juhani Turunen and Joakim Toftgård Theme: Tell me yes or no Tell me yes or no Tell me yes or no, It cannot be hard I want to know the truth Tell me yes or no Tell me yes or no Tell me yes or no, You must tell me that I want to know the truth Hiding comfortably behind Facades of sparing lies Will cost you more, cause in the end The truth you just can’t hide Tell me yes or no Tell me yes or no Tell me yes or no, You must tell me that I want to know the truth Franco Ambrosetti’s trumpet solo: Never mind if you don’t Care about me as much as I want For matters most is that I can rely on you to be as honest as you can with me without you having to be rude or equivocal Right now my heart runs in circles And it doesn’t dare to trust you, Yet it falls into a whirlpool of full-blown euphoric dream And if you wanna make me stay, You just have to say that, Don’t you see that I don’t want to play a game uncertain And it would really make sad if you should let me go, But I prefer to know, Instead of guessing and be tumbling down to wishful thinking Leading to obsession of a fervent gambler, No, permit me to retain my sanity and calmness, Please, don’t tell me you don’t know, Don’t tell me I am free To come and to go, Won't you tell me yes or just no, don't make it hard to know As you start out you think that the structure will support you when you need it most, If you play by the rules, But no greater misconception disillusions as much as this one, Believe me, I know If there’s one thing I have learned – you earn your right to live your dream in your own league without succumbing to absurdity and pushing others To-o-war-rrrrrrrr-rds Towards ab-sur-di-ty, It kills your being, it makes you so weak and though you can win the price is your mental health state And if somebody questions you As to why you do what you do And tries to break the ground under your feet – you just ignore them, You should tell them they should pose themselves the fundamental question “yes or no?” You’re gonna chase your dream without excuse or shame, Without shyness, without hubris, Without remorse, without regret, Without modesty And that’s your power And yet you will be discouraged too often to be in a good mood, With second thoughts riddled, Prepare yourself for constant struggle and no easy ways, Betrayal round the corner, Feeling ten years older and more powerless Don’t try it, just do it, And don’t despair, try harder if they say it is impossible - prove otherwise Victory or defeat, you know that either will be bittersweet Thank you, whose kindness has lifted me up, I admire your genuineness and your warm generosity I’ll remember you forever, cause you are so exceptional I cherish every moment you said “yes” to me
6.
Joy Spring 04:40
Joy Spring Music: Clifford Brown Lyrics: Jon Hendricks Solo: Clifford Brown (trumpet) Arrangement: Ville Vannemaa The joy spring, the fountain of pleasure Is deep inside you whether you're diggin' it or not Once you're aware of this spring You'll know that it's the greatest Treasure you've got And furthermore The joy spring, the bounteous treasure Cannot be bartered away and never Can be sold Nothing can take it from you It's yours and yours alone to have And to hold And something more: It never is lost to fire or theft It's always around When trouble is gone the pleasure Is left I've always found It's burglar-proof same as the treasure Man lays up in heaven worth a Price no one can measure that says a lot So joy spring this fountain of pleasure That's deep inside you let me inform You in all truth *(to Coda second time) Ponce de Leon sought this When he was searchin' for the fountain of youth Not part of this version ///Ol' Ponce de Leon laughed so much he Never did find the magic fountain But many people with a well-adjusted Spirit they could hear it when y'told 'em it was there tellin' them was Like tellin' it on the mountain It's quite a life havin' the gift of laughter I'm a man who knows in a minute I can tell y'just exactly how the story goes It involves a firm conviction in another previous life givin' your mind a chance to fly Fly aroun' the universe investigatin' other galaxies n' certain other subtle types o'life tryin' t'dig it gettin' pretty well-acquainted with a lot of other strife an' pretty much acquirin' yourself plenty of education pretty soon here comes earth birth 'n then y'ready t'put it all t'work but soon as you're finished bein' born you start forgettin' what you knew 'Cause you're another kinda you - a reincarnation manifestation of spirit in sensation/// Clifford Brown's trumpet solo Y'really got that right The average person isn't bright not so bright that they recall the fatal fall down here t' this earth their minds disguise their death to spirit life and call it birth that's their reason for forgetting and they find it very upsetting when reminded tell 'em they've lived before They'll show y' the nearest open door Gotta have feelin' while dealin' with walkers in their sleep they can't imagine somethin' as deep Here they come - here they come - there they are Unimaginative and ignorant of falling from a star Here they come - there they are - there they go Life is over in a minute an' they never dug it in it or enjoy a minute of it 'cause they put too much above it that was gross somethin' that was worth a couple bucks at mos' So there is the reason that the maker of man included there in his plan A certain fountain deep within' where there was laughter, youth 'n gold for human beings t'have 'n hold 'n share the memory of where we've all been Brothers called Grimm knew chances were slim' Anybody would dig that the human soul was Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs were seven tempers in man whose digging out the gold completes the plan An Bacon was hip that Shakespeare couldn't read and so he gave him all the rhymes that have lasted through the years and kept eternal truths alive through several centuries That's how we know them now they lasted 'cause they're true What was it from "MacBeth?" "Life's but a walking shadow a player poor that struts and frets upon the stage and's seen no more A tale that truly has an idiotic ring That's full of lotsa sound and fury signifying nothing..." That's right signifying nothing I'll repeat it! Nothing Don't forget it - Nothing And that's the reason for that spring of joy That the Father put inside of every single girl and boy Show time! Everyone's on let's hit the stage It's show time everyone an' proceed to act your age Whatever you're frownin' at is funny enough f'laughin' so you're wastin' all your humor on a frown While you're bringin' your spirit down You gotta book yourself a comic in your act without some laughter life's a maudlin farce 'n that's a fact Once you know about the spring you always can smile It becomes your one expression and you're always wearin' it like the Buddhas do (Repeat Intro to *) (Coda) Ponce de Leon sought this When he was searchin' for the fountain of youth I say in truth he sought a magical thing For he was searchin' for the joy spring
7.
Good bye pork pie hat Music: Charles Mingus Lyrics: Joni Mitchell Solo: John Handy the third (tenor saxophone) Arrangement: Tuomas Juhani Turunen When Charlie speaks of Lester You know someone great has gone The sweetest swinging music man Had a Porkie Pig hat on A bright star In a dark age When the bandstands had a thousand ways Of refusing a black man admission Black musician In those days they put him in an Underdog position Cellars and chitlins' When Lester took him a wife Arm and arm went black and white And some saw red And drove them from their hotel bed Love is never easy It's short of the hope we have for happiness Bright and sweet Love is never easy street! Now we are black and white Embracing out in the lunatic New York night It's very unlikely we'll be driven out of town Or be hung in a tree That's unlikely! Tonight these crowds Are happy and loud Children are up dancing in the streets In the sticky middle of the night Summer serenade Of taxi horns and fun arcades Where right or wrong Under neon Every feeling goes on! For you and me The sidewalk is a history book And a circus Dangerous clowns Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions They have been handed Day by day Generations on down We came up from the subway On the music midnight makes To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone In taxi horns and brakes Now Charlie's down in Mexico With the healers So the sidewalk leads us with music To two little dancers Dancing outside a black bar There's a sign up on the awning It says "Pork Pie Hat Bar" And there's black babies dancing Tonight © 1978-1979; Crazy Crow Music
8.
Scrapple from the apple/A batons rompus Music: Charlie Parker Lyrics: (in French): Mimi Perrin Solos: Charlie Parker (alto saxophone) and Miles Davis (trumpet) Arrangement: Ville Vannemaa Theme: Pendant le temps qu'les gars: n'sont pas là, pour parler prenons tout le temps qu'on pourra, tant qu'on est là toutes les deux, tenez, nous on parierait bien que nos malabars pintent au bar. Pendant le temps qu'les gars ne sont pas là, pour parler, prenons tout le temps qu'on pourra, tant qu'on est là, toutes les deux, tenez, nous on parierait bien qu'ils nous ramèneront la gueule de bois. Plus il y en a qui n'tiennent pas bien debout, on a de temps rien qu'pour nous, pire ou non il n'y en a pas. Oyez moi là j'vous l'dis, mais ne riez pas tant car il nous faudrait briller toutes les deux: c'est pas du tout cuit là sans nos gars. Pendant le temps qu'les gars ne sont pas là, pour parler, prenons tout le temps qu'on pourra, tant qu'on est là toutes les deux, tenez, nous on parierait bien que nos quatre malins n's'en font pas. Charlie Parker's alto sax solo Pour le bonimenton (ou boniment) n'craint pas de me demander, ben dites il y a de quoi car moi j'connais des tas d'bonnets d'là bande du midi, qui m'ont permis de donner le relais, de donner le relais. Quand j'y vais l'été il y a d'abord de quoi, rentrer riant, tout riant, tout riant, je voudrais m'y abonner. Parlez donc d'un bel atout le vrai bonheur est de pouvoir y aller là. Tout le temps ça t'étonnerait de voir qu'on n'parle pas d'ennuis, tout devient bonnard dans la vie. Car réllement pour moi qu'il n y a rien de plus important quand on ne peut pas pour un tas de riens prendre du bon temps. Quand venez-vous? Plus rien pardi, oui, rien du tout, n'compte autant pour moi, car je n'oublie pas voyez mon idée là, mes minots, parole donnée moi j'veux revenir là-bas dans le midi riant. Miles Davis' trumpet solo Contente pour toi d't'entendre parler: tu y as droit pour un coup. En t'cas quand on verra qu'v'là l'printemps pour toi, tout, va, tournera. Tu y vas là-bas, dis-moi le donc, oui, là combien de temps? Tentons quand on pourra d'partir un peu plus loin car mois vois-tu partout tout l'temps, quand on n'peut pas faire des tournées, pardonne-moi, pas de bonheur, pas de bonheur, tiens, oui il me faut, parions là que j't'étonne, vraiment, travailler dur, y'a rien d'plus beau tout au long d'année pendant que toi dans ton midi pardi, tu te pavanerais, pourtant tout l'temps tu verrais: tant de repos doit être très mauvais. A propos dis-moi il nous faudrait p'têt pas tarder, car il y a longtemps que nos quatre hommes à toute allure se sont taillés vers le bar.

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This is Angelica's third concept album. Vocalese is the "killer-subgenre" in jazz, where the singer interprets originally instrumental improvisations with lyrics and which represents the ultimate technical and artistic challenge for jazz singers. Angelica interprets not only existing vocalese pieces built on improvisations by Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, James Moody, John Handy III, but also many completely new ones for which she wrote her own lyrics to improvisations by such jazz icons as Freddie Hubbard, Horace Silver, Wayne Shorter, Franco Ambrosetti, Clifford Brown, Lou Donaldson, and Peter Asplund.

The modern urban sound is the result of the collaboration between two young but sophisticated Finnish arrangers Tuomas Juhani Turunen and Ville Vannemaa, one of the finest younger generation Italian piano trios led by pianist Fabio Giachino and including bass player Davide Liberti and Ruben Bellavia, and two top horn players on the Finnish jazz scene – Manuel Dunkel on the tenor saxophone and Jukka Eskola on trumpet and flugelhorn.

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released January 26, 2015

Released on the 26th of January 2015 by Chan Puma House.
Catalog number CHAN003 - EAN 7320470193143.

Recorded and mixed by engineer Risto Hemmi at Finnvox Studios, Helsinki, Finland.
Mastered by engineer Pauli Saastamoinen at Finnvox Studios, Helsinki, Finland.

Front cover photo by Natalia Vasilishina.
Cover design by Dicentia AB.

Angelica Matveeva (vocal), Manuel Dunkel (tenor saxophone), Jukka Eskola (trumpet, flugelhorn), Fabio Giachino (piano), Davide Liberti(double bass), Ruben Bellavia (drums).

Arrangements by Tuomas Juhani Turunen (1,4,5,7) and Ville Vannemaa (2, 3, 6, 8).

1. Wonderyear (music P. Asplund, lyrics A. Matveeva, arr. T.J. Turunen)
A.M. sings Peter Asplund’s trumpet solo
2. You go to my head (music J.F. Coots, lyrics A. Matveeva, arr. V. Vannemaa)
A.M. sings Lou Donaldson’s alto saxophone solo and Clifford Brown’s trumpet solo
3. Ping pong (music W. Shorter, lyrics A. Matveeva, arr. V. Vannemaa)
A.M. sings Wayne Shorter’s tenor saxophone solo (with Russian lyrics)
4. Moody's mood for love (music J. McHugh , lyrics Eddie Jefferson, arr. T.J. Turunen)
A.M. sings James Moody’s tenor saxophone solo and Thore Swanerud’s piano solo
5. Yes or no (music W. Shorter, lyrics A. Matveeva, arr. J. Toftgård and T.J. Turunen)
A.M. sings Franco Ambrosetti’s trumpet solo
6. Joy spring (music C. Brown, lyrics J. Hendricks, arr. V. Vannemaa)
A.M. sings Clifford Brown’s trumpet solo
7. Good bye pork pie hat (music C. Mingus, lyrics J. Mitchell, arr. T.J. Turunen)
A.M. sings John Handy III’s tenor saxophone solo
8. Scrapple from the Apple (music, C. Parker, lyrics M. Perrin, arr. V. Vannemaa)
A.M. sings Miles Davis’ trumpet solo and Charlie Parker’s alto saxophone solo (with French lyrics)

Total playing time: 46:43

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Angelica Matveeva is a versatile singer, composer and lyricist whose specialty and artistic goal lies in carrying out concept projects.

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