Vocalese

by Angelica Matveeva

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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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Track Name: Wonderyear
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
Track Name: You go to my head
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.
Track Name: Ping pong
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"
Track Name: Moody's mood for love
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.
Track Name: Yes or No
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
Track Name: Joy Spring
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
Track Name: Good bye pork pie hat
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
Track Name: Scrapple from the apple
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.