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The Remorseful Day

A Friend Like You

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Indie Folk
Description: This song was inspired by a series called Inspector Morse. Housman, a fellow Oxford fellow and a favourite poet of Dexter (author) and Morse and is quoted in the finale. The music was the result of playing with some new additions to my studio -specifically the Chamberlin, the Mellotron, and the Optigan -which offer a sort of kitchy nostalgic and romantic lo-fi texture. 
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 112 bpm /  C Major
Keywords:  Chamberlin, Mellotron, Optigan, mallets, strings, classical guitar, bass, toms, drums, lush, throwback, fuzzy, retro, electric guitar solo, harp, poem, oxford, morse, dexter
Moods: Dreamy, heavenly, reflective, sentimental, ethereal, bittersweet, melancholy, optimistic, inspirational, Expressive, flowing
Style-similar-to: Beck, tame impala, washed out, Ariel Pink, Deerhunter, Panda Bear, Atlas Sound, Animal Collective, The Microphones, Destroyer, Grizzly Bear, Galaxie 500, Yo La Tengo, Jon Brion, Michael Penn

Notes: This song was inspired by a series called Inspector Morse. Housman, a fellow Oxford fellow and a favourite poet of Dexter (author) and Morse and is quoted in the finale. The music was the result of playing with some new additions to my studio -specifically the Chamberlin, the Mellotron, and the Optigan -which offer a sort of kitchy nostalgic and romantic lo-fi texture.

Lyrics:
Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.
To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.
How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.

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A Friend Like You

A Friend Like You

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative Rock
Description: Inspired by Rushmore’s Dirk Calloway’s immortal line “With Friends Like You Who Needs Friends?” this song is a retrospective description of betrayal, gossip, and disappointment and how from which, one may rise anew. 
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 92 bpm /  F Major
Keywords: sub, dance, hand claps, drums, percussion, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, organ, synthesizer, moog, harmonies, backing vocals, snaps, tremolo, bitte, synth bass, sticks, tambourine, toms
Moods: reflective, exciting, pulsing, propulsive, moving, inspirational, bold, uplifting, Energetic, Expressive, ethereal, lush
Style-similar-to: David Gray, James, Cast, Blur, Super Furry Animals, U2, Keane, Travis, The Verve, Oasis, Stereophonics, Starsailor

Notes: A song about inspired by Rushmore’s Dirk Calloway’s immortal line “With Friends Like You Who Needs Friends?” this song is a retrospective description of betrayal, gossip, and disappointment and how from which, one may rise anew. Plenty of modultion experimentation on traditional instruments really made this feel modern

Lyrics:
when you tell your little stories
of my faults won’t gain you glory
when you act unkindly and malign me
though at first i was discouraged
eventually it gave the courage
to realize i opened up my eyes
i didn’t see but now i do
with enemies who needs a friend like you
who needs a friend like you
rumours of my death inflated, dramatized, and overstated
spread certain parts of the town
knives were twisted and lessons learned
my back was stabbed and some bridges burned
way to kick a fella when he’s down
i didn’t see but now i do
with enemies who needs a friend like you
who needs a friend like you

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Whispering

Whispering

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative Rock
Description: A song about getting back to nature and the essence of things. I think about in the old testament when Elijah came to a mountain cave where he took shelter. There were heavy winds, earthquakes, fires, and after it all there was a tiny whispering sound.
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 79 bpm /  F# Major
Keywords: organic, acoustic, backwards guitar, harmonies, glockenspiel, electric guitar, waltz, pulsing, celeste
Moods: Hopeful, Warm, Positive, Calm, laidback, Determined, majestic, introspective, lush, floating, Dreamy
Style-similar-to: Andrew Bird, Bahamas, Fleet Foxes, Mondo Cosmo, Grizzly Bear, The Tallest Man On Earth, Local Natives, Fruit Bats, Father John Misty, The Shins, Phosphorescent, Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Notes: A song about getting back to nature and the essence of things. I think about in the old testament when Elijah came to a mountain cave where he took shelter. There were heavy winds, earthquakes, fires, and after it all there was a tiny whispering sound.

Lyrics:
in the crashing the waves
in the vearing of the wind
hear my name calling like it’s whispering
the shaking leaves
the singing birds
buzzing like a song that we’ve always heard
turning all the knobs counterclockwise
pulling all the power switches down
open all the valves to depressurize
gonna head on straight out of this town
in the crashing the waves
in the vearing of the wind
hear my name calling like it’s whispering
the shaking leaves
the singing birds
buzzing like a song that we’ve always heard
all the guards benumbed and so stupefied
I’ll escape a lowly prison cell
I’ll be long gone come the dawn
i won’t even hear the tolling nell
in the crashing the waves
in the vearing of the wind
hear my name calling like it’s whispering
the shaking leaves
the singing birds
buzzing like a song that we’ve always heard

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Secret Messages

Secret Messages

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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative Rock
Description: Anyone who’s ever had a secret liaison in their life may understand this. Based on real experiences, this number captures some of the cloak and dagger elements and stealthy rendezvous of young loves within the framework of a mid-century pop song.  Fairly raw vibe.
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 111 bpm /  F# Major
Keywords: rhodes, electric guitar, solo, drums, telephone, film-noir, gumshoe, blues, swagger, psychedelic, electric guitar solo, drama
Moods: secret, message, jangle, electric guitar, harmonies, claves, retro, throwback, flashback, earnest, map, confession
Style-similar-to: The Beatles, Wilco, Buddy Holly, The Zombies, The Hollies, The Turtles, The Monkees, The Tremeloes, Beta Radio

Notes: Anyone who’s ever had a secret liaison in their life may understand this. Based on real experiences, this number captures some of the cloak and dagger elements and stealthy rendezvous of young loves within the framework of a mid-century pop song. I just let the tape roll as I wrote it, and left it fairly raw to maintain that vibe.

Lyrics:
i’ve been writing letters placed them in a book
in between the pages hidden in a nook
on the corner of the top shelf look around
i’ve been writing secret messages to you
i hope that you’ll be writing back to me real soon
i’ve been hiding treasures for you underground
tucked away in burrows hidden to be found
oh so beautiful and inestimable
i’ve been writing secret messages to you
i hope that i’ll be hearing back from you real soon
oh oh
i’ve been writing secret messages to you
i hope that you’ll be writing back to me real soon
wak four hundred yards due east past the stream
and then turn left at a willow tree that’s where you’ll see
a trail that leads to me
i’ve been writing letters placed them in a book
in between the pages hidden in a nook
on the corner of the top shelf look around
i’ve been writing secret messages to you
i hope that you’ll be writing back to me real soon
i’ve been writing secret messages to you
i hope that you’ll be writing back to me real soon

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Boohoo

Boohoo

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Blues Rock / Alternative Rock
Description: Much in the spirit of Pink Floyd and The Doors, this minor and murky interpretation of blues takes place near a phone booth in London on a cold wet February day like a film-noir esque scene.
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 126 bpm /  E Minor
Keywords: rhodes, electric guitar, solo, drums, telephone, film-noir, gumshoe, blues, swagger, psychedelic, electric guitar solo, drama
Moods: Suspenseful, Sexy, Urgent, Energetic, Serious, moody, edgy, mysterious, gloomy, dark, intense, eerie, somber,
Style-similar-to: Pink Floyd, The Doors, David Gilmour, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Cream, Deep Purple, Supertramp, Jethro Tull, The Moody Blues, Muse, Blur, Kasabian, Kaiser Chiefs

Notes: Much in the spirit of Pink Floyd and The Doors, this minor and murky interpretation of blues takes place near a phone booth in London on a cold wet February day like a film-noir esque scene. I’ve never been much of a soloist but this was a lot of fun to record and I got to channel my “inner Gilmour”.

Lyrics:
the life and times all filled with lies
we stood before graves with weeping eyes boohoo
a bell that rang a voice that cried
from someone down the telephone line
the picture is in black and white
you asked me i told you i never wanted to tell you so
the life and times all filled with lies
we stood before graves with weeping eyes boohoo
a bell that rang a voice that cried
from someone down the telephone line
the picture is in black and white
you asked me i told you i never wanted to be the one to tell you so

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Cnut and the Tide

Cnut and the Tide

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative Rock
Description: Based loosely on the legend, this pop gem alludes to the humility and piety of King Cnut. The swirling bits are, as always, in reverence to my favourite bands and songs with mid-century pop sensibilities. Ticket to ride, tomorrow never knows, peter pumpkinhead, et al.  
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 120 bpm /  D Major
Keywords:uilleann pipes, harmonium, 12-string, piano, bass, drums, octaves, anthem, legend, tambourine, jangle, syncopation, lush, throwback, tale, story
Moods: emotive, wonder, powerful, majestic, heroic, grand, anthemic, intriguing, moving, luminescent, ambient, warm, hypnotic, ethereal, serene, heavenly, lush, melodic, windswept, serene, fantasy, Dreamy, Expressive, Awe-Inspiring, heroic, reflective, passionate, inspirational
Style-similar-to: The Verve, XTC, The Beatles, Jellyfish, The Grays, Matthew Sweet, The Posies, Imperial Drag, Tommy Keene, Teenage Fanclub, The Lemonheads, Mercury Rev, The House of Love, Super Furry Animals, Spiritualized, Galaxie 500, The Jesus and Mary Chain

Notes: based loosely on the legend, this pop gem alludes to the humility and piety of King Cnut. The swirling bits are, as always, in reverence to my favourite bands and songs with mid-century pop sensibilities. Ticket to ride, tomorrow never knows, peter pumpkinhead, et al.

Lyrics:
There on the shore stood the throne
While they were waiting, courtiers clueless prating.
The robes that he wore and a crown to disown
A command not to rise, gave Cnut to the tide
Sitting there was the great king
The waves washing his feet
On the coast of the North Sea
And an empire fleeting
Ahead and underway across the waves
Varied shields stern to bow
And gold shown from the prow
The cyning hence believing voyaged far and wide
For miles and miles acrost many isles
Sitting there was the great king
The waves washing his feet
On the coast of the North Sea
And an empire fleeting
He didn’t enjoin they put his face on the coin
They faltered to atone and did then scatter his bones
There on the shore stood the throne
While they were waiting, courtiers clueless prating.
The robes that he wore and a crown to disown
A command not to rise, gave Cnut to the tide
Sitting there was the great king
The waves washing his feet
On the coast of the North Sea
And an empire fleeting

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Unknown

Unknown

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative Rock
Description: Slowly and steadily rising throughout the piece, this song in “about waking up” and rising toward enlightenment and fighting the good fight, good versus evil, triumph and all that stuff. The piano part really captures the sound of a lonely basement with dust and spider webs -in a good way.
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 126 bpm /  D Major
Keywords:Piano, backing vocals, strident, strings, building, tale, story, new day, overcoming odds, fight the good fight
Moods: emotive, hopeful, moody, reflective, intense, anticipation, wonder, powerful, majestic, heroic, grand, anthemic, intriguing, moving, Dreamy, luminescent, ambient, warm, hypnotic, ethereal, serene, heavenly, lush
Style-similar-to: U2, Travis, Coldplay, Keane, Snow Patrol, The Fray, Stereophonics, The Verve

Notes: Slowly and steadily rising throughout the piece, this song in “about waking up” and rising toward enlightenment and fighting the good fight, good versus evil, triumph and all that stuff. The piano part really captures the sound of a lonely basement with dust and spider webs -in a good way.

Lyrics:
wasn’t long ago when i was sleeping like a stone
dropped down in the middle of the ocean
when i awoke i was shaking i was cold
solemnly rose in slow motion
oh and with my head hung low let’s go
pet, there’s much yet left unknown
wasn’t long ago when i chose to wake and face the day
even though i found that irritating
it’s been said the nature of the rain is the same
it can grow thorns in the marshes and flowers in the garden
it may be your comfort or it could be your bane
helion leviathan lurk beneath obsidian seas
hence subside as i slowly rise
oh and with my head hung low let’s go
pet, there’s much yet left unknown

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Tempest In a Teapot

Tempest In a Teapot

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative Rock
Description: have you ever had an argument or tiff with someone only to realize how silly it was later? Reverent to mid century pop rock, this pop gem explores this simple experience.
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 122 bpm /  C Major
Keywords: strings, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, mid century, rock, backing vocals, rock and roll, melodic, throwback, clever, syncopation, counterpoint
Moods: happy, fun, driving, bouncy, bright, pulsing, whimsical, reflective
Style-similar-to: The Shins, The Beatles, Modest Mouse,

Notes: Have you ever had an argument or tiff with someone only to realize how silly it was later? Reverent to mid century pop rock, this pop gem explores this simple experience. As always, I’m fascinated with archaic words like: “upsot” and “afeared” so I had to use them haha. [ see  information on idiom ]. Recorded over two days in my backyard garden shed.

Lyrics:
of the things I’ve done of have failed to do
I stop to review
In my wayfare mind all the time
I misconceived and half forgot
inclined toward to be upsot
for what we fuss and fret for naught
it was a tempest in a teapot
somewhere in my thoughts or in the words I choose to use
I can be obtuse
if you find I’m wry this is why
I misconceived and half forgot
inclined toward to be upsot
for what we fuss and fret for naught
it was a tempest in a teapot
be not afeard of all the noise
of a storm that comes to destroy
it’ll be over in a minute
of the things I’ve done of have failed to do
I stop to review
In my wayfare mind all the time
I misconceived and half forgot
inclined toward to be upsot
for what we fuss and fret for naught
it was a tempest in a teapot

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Offer It Up

Offer It Up

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative Rock
Description: If a rockin’ James Brown and Beck collaborated with The Hollies in the late 60s
Tempo/ Key: Up – 130 bpm /  F Major
Keywords: twang, funk, groove, guitar, tac piano, saloon, soul, drums, tambourine, gospel
Moods: Energetic, propulsive, bouncy, driving, playful, hip, fun, soulful, joyous
Style-similar-to: James Brown, The Hollies, The Beatles, Beck, The Zombies, Otis Redding

Notes: This soulful piece was formed after experimenting with various drum and bass funk grooves -reminiscent of James Brown, and was intentionally produced to sound like a band in the 60s. Because of the gospel element, I chose a spiritual construct from my catholic background, focusing on the mystery of redemptive suffering. Another playful experiment was to make heavy use of expressions dealing with animals.

Lyrics:
Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches blister of on the broken toes
and if your workin’ like a donkey man
the sweat and spade appreciate it it if you can
offer it up when it’s too much
offer it up when you’ve had enough
you offer it up
a wild turkey is on the attack there’s a bee in your bonnet and a monkey on your back
your dogs are barkin’ and you’ve worn a hole in your soul
suckered by a snake in the grass and jumped down a rabbit hole
offer it up when you feel low
offer it up when you’ve had 400 blows
offer it up
one to make ready and two to prepare
three is for luck away goes the mare
four horseman riding through the vale
white, red, black, and pale
Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches blister of on the broken toes
and if your workin’ like a donkey man
the sweat and spade appreciate it it if you can
offer it up when it’s too much
offer it up when you’ve had enough
you offer it up
offer it up when you feel low
offer it up when you’ve had 400 blows
offer it up

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Skewed Lines

Skewed Lines

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative
Description: Depicting an image of two cowboy friends/enemies on trek through a mystical desert night
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 120 bpm /  F# Major
Keywords: bell tower, castanets, whip, cowboy, western, samba, bossa, desert, western, camp
Moods: epic, adventurous, bold, confident, wonder, powerful, majestic, grand, anthemic, Dreamy, luminescent, ambient, warm, hypnotic
Style-similar-to: echo and the bunnymen, lord huron, The Shins

Notes: Recorded late at night in my garden-shed after pondering a poem by Rudyard Kipling. Comparing the idea with “cowboys and indians”, it struck me that “… never the twain shall meet” may be described in three dimensional geometry as a skewed line. I tried to invoke the mysteries and romanticism of a desert journey through Wyoming night with the arrangement and lyrics.

Lyrics:
Across the divide we ride forth parallel
Taking the curves
images blur
riding the same carrossel
Among the creatures tonight
Through the desert we dwell
Under twinkling of stars
Light from afar
Where we should stand is where we fell
Two skewed lines
Ne’er the twain shall we meet
Though we’re the same
No one’s to blame
We should accept it’s the nature of two skewed lines
The faded mark of an X
Of a map that’s weathered and torn
Moon beams through holes
In delicate folds
Where it began is where it ends
Two skewed lines
Ne’er the twain shall we meet
Though it’s the same
No one’s to blame
We’re just accepting the nature of two skewed lines
Well we stopped to rest next to a river bed
Silhouettes before a campfire glow
Beneath the Lesser Bear
And Polaris’ fare
Lights a trail of want and woe
Across the divide we ride forth parallel
Taking the curves
images blur
riding the same carrossel
Among the creatures tonight
Through the desert we dwell
Under twinkling of stars
Light from afar
Where we should stand is where we fell
Two skewed lines
Ne’er the twain shall we meet
Though we’re the same
No one’s to blame
We should accept it’s the nature of two skewed lines

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Magpie

Magpie

200% Owned © Performed & Written by Brad Peterson
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Genre: Indie Rock / Indie Pop / Alternative
Description: Imagine a spooky and dramatic title sequence placed in the lake district of England on a wet and foggy day
Tempo/ Key: Mid – 80 bpm /  G minor
Keywords: Harmochord, upright, piano, music box, choir, attic, basement, superstition, haunting
Moods: Epic, Adventurous, Bold, Confident, Wonder, Powerful, Majestic, Grand, Anthemic, Dreamy, spooky, soulful, groove, mysterious, driving, bombastic, hypnotic
Style-similar-to: Jeff Buckley, The Beach Boys, Radiohead

Notes: Throughout Britain, it’s thought unlucky to see a lone magpie and there are a number of beliefs about protocol. This perhaps draws its root from an old rhyme” “One for sorrow, Two for joy…”. I’ve seen many magpies in my journeys and tried to respectfully depict them with these ghostly arrangement and lyrics. I’d been using a lot of mallets with my drums and lush vocal choir arrangements at the time.

Lyrics:
I saw the flash of black and white
from my peripheral sight
there flown the lone magpie
so we paused and we salute
for the omen posing bad fortune
and away he flies
good morning general
how’s your wife today
we’re both flying solo
kingly woe obey
for a secret never to be told
I’ve been one for sorrw
if I’m to tell the truth
in all these years, but few
oh and too the joy I’ve seen
in the moments inbetween
so far and few
morning general
how’s your lady-wife today
we’re both flying solo
kingly woe obey
for the secret never to be told
in the distance glimmering
glints and catches my eye
illusively shimmering
winging the lone magpie
I saw the flash of black and white
from my peripheral sight
there flown the lone magpie
so we paused and we salute
for the omen posing bad fortune
and away he flies
good morning general
how’s your wife today
we’re both flying solo
kingly woe obey
for a secret never to be told

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Far-off places | 4th song from Brad Peterson’s The Ellipsis Album

Brad Peterson is an indie-pop singer-songwriter from a wooded area near Lake Michigan north of Chicago. There, he built a little back-yard garden shed – where he writes and records his songs. He has shared stages with Jeff Buckley and Radiohead, but stopped making music after a spinal injury left him unable to record or perform for several years.

About the song “Far-off places, which is on “the Ellipsis Album”, Brad notes:

“I have a bit of a cinematic sensibility in my daydreams. If this were a scene from a movie, it would like was colorized by Juarez Machado. I picture a town near the lake district in England at sunset in late summer where I hope to go someday soon. The drumming tendencies of this recording (and of the whole record) represent a shift for me supplanting the hi-hat with floor tom. Resisting it’s “epic disposition” there were many more instrument parts that I muted in the final version.”

‘The Ellipsis Album’ was written, recorded, and produced solely by Brad in his garden shed

Lyrics:

Of far-off things we’ve thought today
Our cares dissolve and fade let’s go
To the far-off places
Remembrance of how it was
With woes forgotten just because we’ll know
In those far-off places
To Far-off places
To Far-off places we’ll go
The walls dissolve from where we stay
Our care will slowly fade away for to
Beguile and engrace us
Warm golden light and floral scent
A gentle breeze our hearts distend
By smiles of those foreign faces
To Far-off places
To Far-off places we’ll go
From a drawn-beat haunt
Amongst the empty vaunt
Ameliorate detente
There lies our hidden want
To Far-off places
To Far-off places we’ll go

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Brad Peterson X-Mas 2017

Who do you miss this Christmas?

Who do you miss this Christmas? not your typical Christmas song…
There’s a word in Portuguese:
noun: saudade; plural noun: saudades
a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia

If we’re fortunate, as we get older, we may recall in wistful reverie -an idyllic Christmas season surrounded by loved ones. For me, that blissful time, before experience and loss, can hurt to contemplate. Rather than the melancholic tendencies I’ve often fallen to, this year I choose to celebrate in fond remembrance, those absent loved ones.

All Is Well – Brad Peterson #Christmas #ChristmasMusic #ChrismasSongs #LiveLooping

Acoustic guitar, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Bass, Drums
written, performed and produced at BPLabs Highland Park, IL 2017-11. more Christmas music at http://facebook.com/bradpetersonmusic
Lyrics:
It’s twentyfive of twelve and all is well
Yet there seems there’s been something lost
The absent ones we grieve
On a Christmas eve
Sparkle in the crystalline frost
Come this late December
Recall when we were all together
We’ll toast the one who’ve come and gone
Ribbons on the wreath
Lights are strung on trees
Kiss me underneath mistletoe
Happy on our way
On a Christmas day
Memories buried deep in the frost
Come this late December
Recall when we were all together
We’ll toast the one who’ve come and gone
And if the wind blows
Like the ghosts of Christmas past
If come a long snow in a wintery blast
We’ll hold fast
It’s twentyfive of twelve and all is well
Yet there seems there’s been something lost
The absent ones we grieve
On a Christmas eve
Sparkle in the crystalline frost
Come this late December
Recall when we were all together
We’ll toast the one who’ve come and gone

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All Is Well – Brad Peterson

There’s a word in Portuguese: sau·da·de
souˈdädə;  plural noun: saudades
a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia…
If we’re fortunate, as we get older, we may recall in wistful reverie -an idyllic Christmas season surrounded by loved ones. For me, that blissful time, before experience and loss, can hurt to contemplate. Rather than the melancholic tendencies I’ve often fallen to, this year I choose to celebrate in fond remembrance, those absent loved ones.
 Brad Peterson: Acoustic guitar, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Bass, Drums
written, performed and produced at BPLabs Highland Park, IL 2017-11
Lyrics:
It’s twentyfive of twelve and all is well
Yet there seems there’s been something lost
The absent ones we grieve
On a Christmas eve
Sparkle in the crystalline frost
Come this late December
Recall when we were all together
We’ll toast the one who’ve come and gone
Ribbons on the wreath
Lights are strung on trees
Kiss me underneath mistletoe
Happy on our way
On a Christmas day
Memories buried deep in the frost
Come this late December
Recall when we were all together
We’ll toast the one who’ve come and gone
And if the wind blows
Like the ghosts of Christmas past
If come a long snow in a wintery blast
We’ll hold fast
It’s twentyfive of twelve and all is well
Yet there seems there’s been something lost
The absent ones we grieve
On a Christmas eve
Sparkle in the crystalline frost
Come this late December
Recall when we were all together
We’ll toast the one who’ve come and gone

More Brad Peterson Christmas Songs

Clap Your Hands | 3rd single from Brad Peterson’s The Ellipsis Album

written, performed, and produced by Brad Peterson

Hands are the fundamental percussion instrument. Ala Chuck Berry to the Stones, to the Kinks, this song pretends to be little more than a song about good times. I once walked down an ancient stone Calle of Madrid and heard the distant sounds of clapping. Following my ears through the labyrinth of twists and turns, I came to an open street-level window -inside which, was a flamenco dance instructor and her group of teenage girls in chorus. Of course, here may be deeper implications on the universality and uniting nature of music, but in the end, I let the tape roll, clapped my hands for a few measures and viola -instant song. The recording process took a few hours from start to finish and didn’t even bother changing the faders from the default position.

Everybody stand
Everybody clap your hands
Across the land
Everybody clap your hands
Won’t you clap your hands
By happenstance
We all got up to dance
We took a chance
We all got up to dance
We got up to dance
Oh Won’t you clap your hands
We don’t have a plan

We don’t need to understand
There’s no demand
Just listen to the band
The backbeat is grand
Oh Won’t you clap your hands
Oh Won’t you clap your hands

 

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Unbroken | 2nd single from Brad Peterson

Brad Peterson earned huge successes back in the day, sharing the stage with the likes of Radiohead and Jeff Buckley. But, a spinal injury put a premature stop on his musical career…until now. He pushed through the pain, rehab and dark days to complete The Ellipsis Album, which will hit on September 22nd. Our first listen is this track, opening with a joyous burst of promise, then pulling back for Peterson to allow his hallowed vocals to soar atop the pounding rhythm. The recording of the album alone should be a testament to Brad’s undying strength, as he recorded all the instruments himself, persevering beyond the pain and internal woe. Really, this song’s a marvel, but we should rejoice in the spirit of music for bringing Brad back to us.
 

 

Crack and Boom | it was 51 years ago today

Many artists talk about ‘the album’ that changed their life; for me, it happened in the spring of 1971. My older brother and father were listening to music in the living room of our old farmhouse in Baltimore, Maryland. Mark was around thirteen and my father was a bit of an audiophile with an impressive sound system composed of mammoth Bozak speakers, Scott amplification, and Ampex reel-to-reels. They put on a store-bought reel of the Beatles’ Revolver and it boomed throughout the house.

That was the moment I became sentient and aware. To describe the experience using my abilities in the English language that I have since learned, I’d say I was in awe and asked: “what is this wonderful thing?” as I crawled on the carpet. I don’t know what it was or who it was but I’m certain that it was a pivotal moment in my relationship with music and my development as a human being. A few years ago I wrote about this earliest memory of my life called “Crack and Boom”. On this fifty first anniversary of the release of Revolver, I offer you this:

Listen to the latest Single: “What the Open Heart Allows”  from the forthcoming: “the ellipsis album”

what the open heart allows | a new song by brad peterson

what the open heart allows (2:32)
written, performed, and produced by Brad Peterson

This song was written and recorded in 2 days. The images had come to me in a dream (as is with many of my songs). In was variation of my recurring celestial dreams, it had a very Jean-Pierre Jeunet cinematic look and storyline to it. It was a pleasant and enjoyable dream in which “openness” tended to be the sublime theme and emotion. There were one or two people I passed while walking. I never saw their faces and wasn’t concerned or threatened by their shadowy figures as I climbed to the top of a bluff where I saw other characters in the distance who involved with some sort of festival.The twinkling lights looked like an abstract mirror of the stars above.  Like the others [of this series of dreams], I had the power to magnify what I saw in a night-time sky. The colors were vivid blues and yellows. Time and scale seemed to fluctuate.

After I woke up, it was still fairly dark. I made coffee I went out to the garden shed to sketch out the lyrics, chords and melody with my acoustic guitar and a notebook. It was mostly done within a few hours -after I tracked guitar, bass, drums, piano, and all the vocals, later that same day. On day two, I had been experimenting in my lab with various circuits and processes with my electric guitar for a lark. The opening sort-of sci-fi sound is actually my electric guitar feeding back; I chopped it up and altered the speed and oscillations for the effect. I added banjo and mixed the final version in about another hour.

Abounding constellations shown
Luminous we’re not alone
Traverse a path when the night is dim
We wouldn’t sleep in the state we’re in
Tried and took a fall
Tired and emotional
We don’t know which way is up
What may be will be
With our friends and enemies
Take from us this immense cup
Somewhere further down the stream someone from a dream
Nothing as it seems
Hark ye come forth here and now
All we dare avow
What the open heart allows
Full stop turn it around
Is what the open heart allows
Somewhere further down the stream someone from a dream
Nothing as it seems
Hark ye come forth here and now
Abounding constellations shown
Luminous we’re not alone
Traverse a path when the night is dim
We wouldn’t sleep in the state we’re in
Somewhere further down the stream someone from a dream
Nothing as it seems
Hark ye come forth here and now
All we dare avow
What the open heart allows
Oh What the open heart allows Oh What the open heart allows

Girls Just Want to Have Fun | a version by Brad Peterson

This was more enjoyable to arrange and record than should be admitted….

For Educational Use Only – Scene and Song Analysis:

Production CREDITS:
Arranged, and all instruments performed by Brad Peterson @ BPLabs March 26th, 2017

Film CREDITS:
Written by and first recorded in 1979 by American musician Robert Hazard. However, it is better known as a single by American singer Cyndi Lauper

Film CREDITS:
Mi®amax Films (2001)
Cast: Audrey T@utou, Mathieu Kassovitz
Director: The Great Jean-Pierre Jeunet
Producers: Helmut Breuer, Jean-Marc Deschamps, Arne Meerkamp van Embden, Claudie Ossard
Screenwriters: Guillaume Laurant, Jean-Pierre Jeunet

Keep Calm (the sea lion sleeps tonight) | a song by Brad Peterson

Often, I imagine myself in Great Britain for the early days of of the war. Late summer 1940 was unseasonably warm and recent Luftwaffe raids made it not so “phoney” anymore. The island being terrorized nightly by such awesome and ruthless forces, I perpetually ruminate. Juxtaposition of beauty amidst horror and hideousness are the things of an epic picture. The Supermarine Spitfire itself is a flying contradiction -with it’s elegant and graceful lines, it wields such dreadful weaponry.

I’ve had a dream in which I dwell in London’s late afternoon hours of September 7th, 1940. There’s a warm-cinematic orange light from the west. Ever so faintly, I hear a growing and distant droning of Heinkel He-111s with Messerschmitt Bf 109 escorts that loom easterly in a cold-blue sky. Barrage balloons waft clumsily overhead and I sense impending doom.

This is a dream from which a song emerged. ‘Keep Calm (the sea lion sleeps tonight)’ was originally to be an ode to the Spitfire, but I realized while writing that it was more of an anthemic composition about collective perseverance of the British people at an important time.

Written and Produced by Brad Peterson (Voices, Drums, Bass, and Guitar) March, 2017 at BP Labs.

Lyrics:

Barrage balloons waft
The hum of Heinkles amidst the Messers zoom aloft

Homes set aflame late the afternoon in september
But then the spitfires came

Ellipses of tracers And the thunder of bombs
Keep calm and carry on

Esprit de corps stood
Like the dome saint paul
And the Hurricanes flew as fast as they could

Ellipses of tracers And the thunder of bombs
Keep calm and carry on

In the low tide
The sea lion sleeps tonight

The gramophone played
In the shelter
and echoed Vera -we’ll meet again

A garden anew
amid a crater
Where seeds of death were sown vegetables grew

Ellipses of tracers And the thunder of bombs
Keep calm and carry on

The Lesser Celandine | a song by Brad Peterson

Like the Lake District poets, I am inclined to frame seemingly mundane things in a romantic light. I remind myself that the miraculousness of love isn’t always a shout but may be better expressed as a quiet whisper, daily. And, true love takes less than it gives. For my valentine:

Lyrics:

Astuciously you drew the curtains
While I put the kettle on
The morning sky is dim and blurry
With dew upon the lawn
Behold the Lesser Celandine
Enfold its blossoms for my Valentine
The garden trowel and gumboots are muddy
While I wheelbarrow along
To meditative contemplation
In the shed where I belong
Behold the Lesser Celandine
Enfold its blossoms for my Valentine
Oh from thy fair and shining youth
Age might but take
The things Youth
Took for sake
Lovingly washing the dishes
And take the garbage to the curb
Walking around on my tiptoes
So carefully not to disturb
Behold the Lesser Celandine
Enfold its blossoms for my Valentine
Oh from thy fair and shining youth
Age might but take
The things Youth
Took for sake

The Story of Santa Bill

It didn’t seem particularly extraordinary that late December evening at 528 Maple Lane. Members of my family were gearing up for Christmas. Our usual silliness and routines were  from my perspective as a nine-year old in the late seventies. Seasonal smells of treats in the oven and the sounds of light chatter from other rooms, imbued every corner of the house. It was taken for granted that all was well and there would soon be gifts waiting under the tree on the morning of the twenty fifth -just a couple more nights to go.

It had become somewhat of a tradition that Bill Herrera -a friend of my teenage sister Paula, would swing by in a silly Santa costume, to entertain my little brother and I. The doorbell rang, and we were off to the races. I’m not sure when we realized it was Bill, but I do remember being especially obnoxious that last year -pointing out his eyebrow-color and saying “Santa isn’t real”. We were excitable, Ted and I, and especially so that night.

Amidst our escalating hyperactivity and increased boisterousness, Bill suddenly took a calm and serious tone and asked us to sit down. There was a change in his voice that indicated something important was about to be said and I recall it almost like the prophetic words of a mystic.  He said in enhanced molossus foot: “The spirit of Christmas IS REAL…”. I sat ruminating for a good while.  There was a profound impact and something subtly changed for me that day.

Continuing and having gone to the bookshelves, Ted verified Bill’s statement with cited examples of the Santa Claus tradition from our world book encyclopedia -our go-to source of truth in those days. “It must be true” we agreed.

Some time after that winter, I heard that Bill had died in car accident. Though I never had the chance to see him again, through these years I still pause and recollect what Christmas is and what it means to make a gift of one’s self. I now have a Santa suit of my own, which can be seen on some December evenings, when I drop by friends homes and continue the legacy.

I’ll always remember Santa Bill; “The spirit of Christmas IS REAL…”.

Lyrics:
It didn’t seem particularly extraordinary
A late December evening at 528 Maple Lane
Acting goofy as was usual with my family
We kept ourselves entertained with candy canes

Mom cooking something while we were all getting merry
Unboxing ornaments that we had left  to hang
The Batmobile lost a wheel and Robin laid an egg
Was the song we sang when the doorbell rang

The suit and the beard were silly but still
No gift wrapped present can reveal
The were the words of Santa Bill
The spirit of Christmas is real

Somewhere It had become somewhat of a tradition
When the profound friend of my big sister came
A fool, I joked as he provoked my contrition
The impact made I still hear him say

The suit and the beard is silly but still
No no gift wrapped present can conceal
I’ll remember Santa Bill
The spirit of Christmas is real

Remember Jeff

In November of 1993, I was a fresh-faced singer-songwriter -completing my first national tour in New York City. The final performance was to take place at the renowned CB’s Gallery. Road-weary and recovering from the flu, I trudged through the front door of 313 Bowery, hoping to muster the last of my strength for the night ahead. As the door closed behind me, I was enveloped by sound of a most peculiar and unearthly sort. My jaw dropped, literally, as did the guitar I had been carrying. Before me was a trio in full soundcheck; so overwhelming was the song and the exquisite singer, my movement involuntarily halted. This continued until the nearly empty space fell quiet and I remembered why I was there: I was the opener for someone called Jeff Buckley.

After a while, and a few strangers sporadically entered, I began to play. So inspired was I -from the artist to come, I intensely reached for everything I had left -but fell short and exhausted. The audience was small but I really only hoped to impress one young man who impacted me. Sheepishly, I concluded and scurried off the stage in shame, and into the back room where I lamented briefly.

My friend Peter was to play next so I had to emerge into the club but hoped to do so inconspicuously through the narrow passage. I was about half way when Jeff appeared walking in the opposing direction. I looked to the ground with the intention to slip by without eye-contact. I thought I had, but a second later, I felt arms around me. I heard Jeff say: “that was incredible” as he lifted me . In an instant, he became like a loving big brother. He later explained: “there’s beauty in the struggle”…

Mid-set, Peter had decided that there was a small enough audience to unplug, move to the bar, and continue unamplified. He asked: “Brad, Jeff, will you sing with me on this?” and then began to play Van Morrison’s “Sweet Thing”. We traded verses, counterpointed, and harmonized; and it was good.

Three months later I saw Jeff again on a stark and snowy night at a tiny Uncommon Ground cafe on Chicago’s North side. There was camaraderie among us few in attendance as we kept each other warm. With the background sounds of steamed milk, the smells of espresso, the window panes were gradually painted white. -All were enchanted by our chanteur -there against the display of desserts.

Jeff and I became friends over the next years, occasionally visiting -in each other’s cities; sometimes it was planned and sometimes by providence. Our conversations spanned all subjects and he never failed to provide encouragement. On this anniversary of his birth and on the anniversary of our meeting 23 years ago, I remain like the faithful and loving younger brother.

I wrote a song that fateful spring of 97, originally titled is “File” (feel-uh), which is a Gaelic word meaning vision poet. Jeff saw things and said things that still influence me today. In his words: “It’s, Never, Over”.