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Genius Loci East

by Jeannette Lambert

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At the market Three sea urchins glisten Three green tea treats calm the spirit Just add men in white with loincloths And gogo boots chant their way by Everything is sacred here, he explains through his phone The baby octopus on a stick Or rolled inside a crispy ball The peanut crackers, the sake stall The Japanese girl who can't speak Japanese at all We stop to lean against a wall To sit and snack on a bench As our feet grow weary Our map said five minutes An hour ago
Yoiyama 04:47
In brown and gold we glide along Shoes in hand Under the regal high ceiling In brown and beige we roll around On mats and futons Beside sliding doors and paper shades The street fills with girls in kimonos With their candied fruit Or sticks of fried fish I am laughing with you so I step in a puddle from the storm From the late afternoon You are all unstoppable Eager and curious with Quests and ideas and new things to do Now in red and gold and blue Three floats wobble on high As the flute and cymbals lurch along On bamboo and the sweat of your brow With our hats and fans and every camera You can think of, we follow and end up Caught up by the river, fish on our minds Rice on our hands
Shimogyo-ku 03:42
Grey skies in Kyoto Long walks past dark homes You twirl your umbrella Or wave it as a sword We are all water now Damp skin and straw hair On the black and white streets Or the charred wooden floors Bikes glide silently by No dust or dirt trails us No stray leaf rolls along the road In the shadow of the temple Across the gravel square Four ravens keep watch After following us from the garden No flowers or fruit, just fog And empty lily pads Under the shadow of the hills We wait for the later festival The chimes will sing like crickets Chasing all the bad spirits Like a broom on a golden mat Like the rain on the old house I lie on the floor Entangled in the tatami Squares of light above me Dissolving slowly
Tawangmangu 03:49
Sirens and crickets and the Thud of a broom You lie down beside me  In the hot afternoon Even with my eyes closed I fly over the the scene rice paddies and palm trees Like an ocean of green The ravine is on one side The river runs near We're silent together The blue sky is clear The light through the mountains Changes shadows and beams Our Oma's old songs Sing in everyone's dreams
Banyak tik tik tik Wax on my hand All those hippie dresses When my hair was long Now the scarves are trailing behind me Pink and grey and blue and brown Sarongs pinned to french doors Or dragged in the sand at the beach In the same place we do the same things With your straw brooms and tape And the mask swinging from your arm Kicking mini mangos down the road In the alley with graffiti The feather in the pool  Lifted out, falls in again The batik butterfly says hello And drinks from the water nearby Silk and satay Soto and durian We’re slow in the middle of the day Es jeruk, is what it took To stir us awake As the off key song Rattles and rides by Sunday in the Sultan’s daughter’s palace Breezes by like The blossoms from the sky
Ubud Palace 06:09
Between the doves and the frangipani The men walking with gongs by the lotus ponds Near the turtle and the orchids And the slick stone path The soft hot rain and my salty skin In the gray of the afternoon and The early dark of night we reach our hands out and wait for one another We shuffle up and down between Scooters and tires Between cameras and offerings The monkeys steal the rice and the leftover drinks while the taxi drivers morph moustaches gone in a blink The whole world smells like coconut And incense
Ke'te Kesu' 04:49
green mangoes along the winding road buffalo asleep in traffic we scan the horizon for vistas and craggy rock past chickens and insects churches next to mosques branches fall, hati hati standing in red, white and yellow eyes glowing in front of the caves selfies with the dolls of the dead or the sun bleached bones beside us in carved wooden boxes Mister, over here, call the smiling girls and skulls after the rain we're the ones trapped in a box, behind a rope zoom lenses finding all our flaws they whisper it feels like this as we shift and wiggle under 29 sacrifical antlers just kelapa cookies with sips of water tiny offerings, bring more bring more often come again and sing to me come back and sing to me
Tok Tok 04:35
Tok tok against the rock River rushing past the rice The banana flower falls over the edge As we shuffle on barefeet With photos on the ceiling Je me souviens in Java How deep are our roots In the red earth or Under palm trees Between maple sugar and pines Or papaya leaves with ginger Straddling the globe It is hard to hold fast And to hang on As the sun moves swiftly in the sky Over ancient temples, your temple My watchful eye, like a butterfly Carried quickly by the breeze
Banana between my teeth and a cup of weak tea Children run past with flowers in their hair Marigolds on every stair as we ascend Garudas keep watch as  the hummingbirds sneak by You at a desk, ever prolific Or floating up ahead in the sea of busy people The chickens swing from her hands As she carries them through the golden kampong All crackling and spices now, gone but not forgotten The cat cries before sunrise, before the roosters Or the fireflies, timeless as ever The old trees and I are good friends Half a century in common as I walk in the rain
The Station 04:23
I went to the station to look for you but you were gone the night is biting back and I don't know how much longer I can take this cold city glow the grey and gold chambers of the city hearts icicle chambers I walk from the station and look for you but you have ended the battle you had with this town and it's up to me to try to win it back I can't stay here looking at it like you did I won't look at it like you did cold in the centre, thin at the edges no, not like you did something must be done
Startled awake he points to the wall And the ripples of light Back to sleep, I say That’s not sunshine As the prayers begins  The electric lights shut off Do you remember now? In the hot afternoon? Not a thing, topsy turvy On the other side of the world Everything looks like pomegranates And there are rose petals scattered at night Girls in veils with downcast eyes smiling into their bags of tea Fourteen dishevelled cats And tables as big as a house I slip and slide with tinkling teacups On teak and glass as the lion roars And saraswati raises her bow Boys wander aimlessly with lazy brooms Or dash up trees to rooftops Or open and close gates and Forget to knock on doors He’s seen me in all my glory Or lackthereof as we move Silently between becaks and buses Waiting on street corners  For long moments in the sun A wave of our fingers and like magic The traffic stops Like magic, we hop and shop With mangos in our hands And some green oranges


Jeannette Lambert - voice
Reg Schwager - guitar
Michel Lambert - drums and percussion

This is a collaborative creation project instantly composed, invented intuitively, by Reg, Michel and I during our travels to Indonesia and Japan last year. Working with the notion of channeling the spirits of place we approached each recording day as a clean slate and a new musical adventure. Reg set up recording gear in one of the many spacious, beautiful rooms we had in Ubud, Yogyakarta, Salere, Indonesia or Kyoto, Japan. Then I would bring the poetry I’d written moments before. Michel rummaged around in kitchens and cupboards to find percussion instruments and so ended up playing buckets, pans, ladders and brushes made from brooms.

My good friends Luluk Purwanto (violin) and Dianne Aitken (flute) play on some of the songs, as well as JJ, Théo and Walter.


released July 20, 2020

All compositions by Jeannette Lambert, Reg Schwager and Michel Lambert

All lyrics by Jeannette Lambert.
Produced, mixed and mastered by Jeannette Lambert.
Sequenced by Jérôme (JJ) Lambert
Cover art illustrated by Théo Lambert

All rights reserved. © Jazz from Rant/SOCAN. Made in Canada, 2020. Rant 2054.

With many thanks to Luluk Purwanto, Dianne Aitken, Walter Schwager, Jérôme and Théo Lambert, Michael White, Flurin Mück, Andan and Carl Valiquet, Tadayoshi Numasawa, Franki Raden, Angela and Hijjas Kasturi and Pata Macedo.

Dedicated to the memory of Agatha, Rachel, Jules, Kiki, Marianne, Harry and our many ancestors.


From The WholeNote www.thewholenote.com/index.php/booksrecords2/jazzaimprovised/30594-genius-loci-east-jeannette-lambert-reg-schwager-michel-lambert

"A wonderfully eclectic and enlightening musical journey is what we embark on in velvet-voiced Jeannette Lambert’s newest release ... In times where we can’t physically travel, this record is a brilliant and melodious escape that any jazz fan would thoroughly enjoy."

La Gazette Bleue

"Documentaire d’un pays à nounours qui existe pour de vrai ! Ne cherchons pas sur la carte, c’est dans le cœur que ça se passe. Les invités jouent le jeu, et le jouent bien ! On est là tout proche de la perfection."

Some of these recordings were made during artist residencies that were partially awarded funding. We gratefully acknowledge for the support of the Conseil des arts et des lettres du Québec for these activities.


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Jeannette Lambert Montreal, Québec

Living creatively through jazz and intuition guides my life as a jazz singer and composer. As a Dutch-Indonesian immigrant raised in Northern Ontario, free jazz, sound poetry, and dreamwork allows me the greatest creative expression. My latest project, Genius Loci North, is instantly composed with my trio, Reg Schwager on guitar, Michel Lambert on drums and percussion. I live in Montreal, Quebec. ... more

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