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Genius Loci North

by Jeannette Lambert

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dolphy 02:34
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close call 04:48
Close Call [fireworks] We swerved around the mistake a scream from the back and a wave from the cab and suddenly, it's as if nothing happened a swerve in time and space a bump in possibilities he said, don't leave me alone with Tini's bag we swerved around the mistake a scream from the back and a wave from the cab as if nothing happened omg don't leave me alone with Tini's bag in Miami and Michigan they mutual dream is it the 826 or the car at Laurier it's like falling while pregnant and flying to the curb a close call with crows overhead or ravens complaining flying to the curb grape leaves keep the rain from my chair begonias in a cyclone he scoffs and says, not a cyclone not not not not a cyclone, a tornado begonias in a tornado as the elms spit their mess on us and squirrels invade my dreams with footprints on a tablet squirrels invade my dreams They're upsetting, I wait for arugula, for the lettuce and the blueberries and our new lilac street view place begonias in a tornado begonias in a cyclone they dream of swerving in traffic it's a close call, a crow call, a close call another space and time alone with someone else's luggage in another space and time the blueberries are ripe and the arugula has grown and there's no more traffic, there's self-driving cars he scoffs and says not a cyclone he scoffs and splits hairs in the windy, swampy city the string lights on our street and their street on his street, on her street they think they're acorns, ah Janet's dream: I'm in a vehicle that's braking as it skids towards the back of a vehicle stopped ahead it seems an accident is imminent, inevitable there's a sense of all of this happening suddenly while simultaneously it seems like time slows to a crawl and all sensation and awareness is intensified do we stop just in time? I think we stop just inches from the back of the other vehicle and didn't hit it it seems it is a very close call the huge rush of sensation is what stands out the most like this all happens in a few seconds Maria's dream: I'm driving on the highway on the western part of Miami to see Maureen and a few other psi dreamers there is suddenly a strange man in my car standing in the back seat with his head out the sunroof singing on top of his lungs I'm, like, dude what are you doing? “Waiting for a Girl Like You” come into the back seat and sing with him, I can't, I'm driving (I have to concentrate on the road, I have to concentrate on the road) the car seems to be self-driving three cars at a stand still and my vehicle isn't slowing down two cars have slowed down that are trying to go around a car that broke down I climb back into the front driver's seat and I'm slamming on the brakes we're skidding and the rear of the car that stopped in front of me is getting closer, larger in perspective but we stop about an inch before crashing I take a breath and compose myself, looking in my side mirror to get into the left lane to go around the cars The following passage by bpNichol taken from "You Too, Nicky", "outside the window the rumble of other journeys planes, trains, cars passing the feet of friends or strangers echo the unseen concrete" is used by permission of Eleanor Nichol. Copyright © held by the Estate of bpNichol.
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lifeonpause. 04:36
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lockdown 04:06
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mirror lake 02:51
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folded wish 04:13
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spatterdock 03:11
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i will 03:17
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teapot 04:22
Teapot The handle of the teapot snaps under the watchful eye of the bear over the door or the elegant deer there's scurrying overhead and he says oh the floor squeaks, oh oh oh the floor squeaks I imagine a moth trapped in a bottle or a flickering light under the watchful eye of the bear over the door the mosquito can't be bothered with me he flies past on his way to the pines the mosquito can't be bothered with me he flies past on his way to the pines away from the hungry frogs the bull frogs at night they set up a chorus like a gang of bellowing men in a pub after a game they're like a gang of bellowing men in a pub or after a game all the hungry bull frogs I know all the birds now the white throated sparrow the crow, the jay the cardinal and the finch they're somewhere near in the green hills as I glide over the water like a thirsty insect concrete of the city is far from here now and the painted the streets are beckoning and they hydrants turned to mist the chipmunks guess we're just passing through and they treat us with disdain swinging on the bird feeder or burrowing in the grass ah, the chipmunks guess we're just passing through and they treat us with disdain ah, the chipmunks guess we're just passing through and they treat us with disdain Daisies explode by the bridge, between the lakes lake three and four we walk silently together with sand in our shoes scanning for mushrooms we won't dare eat, we're scanning for mushrooms we won't dare eat, we're scanning for mushrooms we won't dare to eat ... as the daisies explode by the bridge between lakes three and four and three and four we walk silently together
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timber tiger 03:13
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cryptogram 02:38
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planetary 03:10
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ronin 04:33
Ronin there's a whiteout of drifting snow over the invisible lake or important looking groups of men with tents and sleds and tools girls skating into their dogs and landing on their backs I dream of a red ocelot in someone's embrace as I dash across the lake towards the ice fishing holes and the slush takes hold and you leap back girls skating into their dogs and landing on their backs I dream of the ragged white lion that my friend Star knows over the invisible lake the red sumach flowers rise and point to the sky the big white day moon hangs over the twilight hills the steam of the hot tub rises over the snow your tuque is full of icicles as the blue jay flies between the pines never stopping to say hello, hello, hello the blue jay flies between the pines blue, blue, blue, never stopping to say hello I'm in everyone's dreams these days and I keep asking why sometimes in July or three times in January over and over and over again this week with gold paper or in hot pink with cookies and pencils with Jack or JJ with gold paper in hot pink planning dances at a party rowing to the lighthouse with my hands in the dark I'm in everyone's dreams these days sometimes in July I'm in everyone's dreams these days rowing to a lighthouse in the dark rowing with my hands in the dark the blue jay flies between the pines never stopping to say hello

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Jeannette's blog: www.nette.ca/jeannette

Here are new songs recorded by pristine mountain lakes and forests here in Quebec, as well as some we recorded here in Montreal in our studio shed in the torrential weather of the summer solstice. I’ve also included a lot of energy pulled from dreams I’ve had or that others have had of me and collaborations with some of my talented psychic dreaming friends. Adding layers of intuition pulled from a like-minded community promises to carry us all even further.

All these songs were instantly composed, nearly always in one take, recorded moments after the poetry was written. My creative process in composing these songs is very much like my mother’s intuitive style of painting, where you rapidly place quick gestures spontaneously on the page and then polish and refine them over time to see what emerges. I love mixing and mastering the music for this reason.

And of course Michel and Reg add their own colours and brushstrokes, stainless steel bowls and well placed toothpicks here and there and sync their ideas with mine as we invent. Our (Michel and my) oldest son JJ obliged me by contributing his own rap bars/ sound poetry to a musical conversation of inner thoughts from the middle of nowhere. Our youngest son Theo created all the artwork on these tracks and the videos that accompany the music.

Features on this album include: loons, crows, a northern cardinal, blue jays, the white throated sparrow, some bull frogs and flock of geese or two. Many thanks to my friends and family for pulling out their phones and sending me such great audio clips.

Some songs include layers of voices, drawing from my memories of working with sound poetry, notably in bpNichol's workshop production of A Space Opera with the Four Horsemen many moons ago. I've included a passage from a bpNichol work in the track Close Call somewhere inside the collage of voices reciting their mutual dreams. You can learn more about bpNichol and his work at the new archive, bpnichol.ca. The passage is used by permission of Eleanor Nichol. Copyright © held by the Estate of bpNichol.

Channeling the spirits of place, the genius loci, in the Boreal forest turns out to include a lot of Canadian wildlife. It is hard to capture the spirits in places on scraps of land where people have just passed through quickly or sometimes not at all. Sometimes I felt as though I was conversing more deeply with the local plant and wildlife. It was my father that blasted Eric Dolphy in a remote cabin for the jackrabbits to hear and later I remembered our friend Mischa Mengelberg telling us about Dolphy improvising with birdsong. So I am grateful for all the birds that chimed in.

One of my goals was to celebrate the beauty in nature, as suggested by Cecil Taylor when he waxed poetic in the Rockies. More about that at my blog, www.nette.ca/jeannette. With this music I aim to bring awareness of the importance of preserving these environments for the future. We all need to stop and listen to the creatures around us more often.

As we escaped into nature to heal from the trauma of the pandemic and earlier deep losses in our family, we set out to capture the healing qualities of these places and bring them to you so you can enjoy them and carry them with you, perhaps through headphones will walking swiftly through a city or while in motion, dashing around on a country road, waiting for summer to return, a little bit melancholy, a little bit mindful and ever optimistic.

credits

released October 20, 2021

Jeannette Lambert, voice
Michel Lambert, drums, percussion, tablas
Reg Schwager, guitar

featuring Jerome Lambert, Theo Lambert, Star Edwards, Janet Mast, Maria Carla Cernuto and Walter Schwager.

Recorded by Jeannette Lambert and Reg Schwager.
Mixed, mastered and produced by Jeannette Lambert.
Sequenced by Jerome Lambert.
Artwork by Theo Lambert.
Photos of Jeannette by Bramanda Mahaputra

Recorded in five different regions in Quebec, Canada, from July 2020 to August 2021.

Dedicated to our mothers, grandmothers, Agatha Schwager and Rachel Lambert.




ALBUM REVIEW
"dès les 1ères notes, nous sommes forcément à portée d’oreille et d’âme du nirvana, il est là, tout proche"
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"virtuosic ... another testament to the creative abilities of these players" THEWHOLENOTE

"Very beautiful and attracting music"
-- Maciej Lewenstein




REVIEWS OF JEANNETTE'S WORK

“brilliant and melodious” THEWHOLENOTE

“Attention, la voix envoûtante de Jeannette est addictive !”
LA GAZETTE BLEUE D’ACTION JAZZ

“delicateness, creativity and telepathic interaction” ALL MUSIC GUIDE

“a tour de force … a jewel” JAZZWISE

“art at a very high level” CADENCE

“joyous music … virtuosic” THEWHOLENOTE

“D’une rigueur belle et rare!” LE SOLEIL

"one of the most interesting jazz-poetry albums of the recent decade"
THE AMATEUR'S GUIDE TO AVANTGARDE
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©Jeannette Lambert, 2021. All rights reserved.




We gratefully acknowledge the support of the Canada Council for the Arts.

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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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