20 Tuesday Aug 2013
Posted in Grief Notes, Music, poetry, Uncategorized
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bands, catherine owen, dark, Diane Barbarash, elegy, grief, music, poems, songs, The Lyrical Outlaws, Vancouver duo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZ4cNtWEEWs&feature=youtu.be
by The Lyrical Outlaws
Vocals: Catherine Owen/Diane Barbarash
Lyrics: Catherine
Guitar & Recording: Diane
Video: Catherine
07 Wednesday Aug 2013
Posted in Grief Notes, Music, Photography, poetry, Uncategorized
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black & white, Canadian bands, Canadian music, catherine owen, crows, Diane Barbarash, experimental film, experimental music, geese, grief poems, grief songs, lyrics, mourning, musical duos, nature music, old film, poems, Poemsongs, shadows, songs, wires, women musicians, women singers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2Vi0TEXlm4
by The Lyrical Outlaws, a renegade poem-song duo from New Westminster/Vancouver, BC.
They are Catherine Owen: poems/lyrics & alto/kooky vocals.
& Diane Barbarash: guitar & sweet/awesome vox.
Other tracks will contain bass, drums, recitation and so forth.
On Geese, Diane plays a Fender American Strat w/Bluebird mic. Catherine is using an AT 2020 Compressor mic and Studio One. The song was mixed by Diane using Adobe Audition. The video was shot by Catherine with a Canon Rebel and edited with Video Pad using the Old Film effect.
Geese (the poem)
They do not fly in that perfect vee of childhood/ Anymore, but in clumps, gristly bits, one or two shifting hard/ To sustain a rhythm amid electrical wires, others/ Falling into a slack skipping rope over the river./ And still the crying going on. /I told you yesterday I would write a poem/ That does not plummet once into nostalgia, /Just one, but it seems I cannot. /There is nothing in me that is not somehow/ Old & looking back, upon a child/ Who was already old & looking back too.
GEESE (the song)
1/They don’t fly/ in that perfect vee Of childhood/ anymore But shift hard/ to avoid this world A world they/should not see
CHORUS: Over the river they fly Between our wires & our towers And the crying going on And the crying going on.
2/I told you once /I would write a poem That has no sorrow/ for our loss in it But it seems I cannot/ give you this gift This eye/after the storm.
CHORUS BRIDGE: I see them hover/over trees and sun/ through rain and summer/never breaking this sad song.
3/I see the geese/ passing through As if I were/ a child who is/ already old A child/born from the cold And looking back too
CHORUS
