Saturday, November 29, 2008

Intro to the Dark into Light CD, 2004


This project by singer/multi-instrumentalist Lawrence App, Dark Into Light, (DIL) was released in December 2004. In an era defined by category fragmentation and hyphenated styles, the disc's nine tunes take stylistic turns somewhere between the realms of acoustic pop, jazz, and world fusion-but in ways pretty unique to Lawrence's background.

Originally from a home of jazz musicians, he spent many years on the road and in clubs playing in show bands and reggae groups before returning to school to earn degrees in jazz studies and ethnomusicology. This first solo effort by Lawrence strikes the balance between street-wise and studious; between the visceral and the ethereal, framed in the shifting musical textures and thoughtful lyrics of Dark Into Light.

The albums centerpiece is Lawrence's vocals (Songwriter Showcase of America's Best Male Vocalist of the Year award in 2004). His low tenor range can morph from funky jazz to a breathy ballad sound from one track to the next. In addition to singing and writing most of the material on DIL, Lawrence plays nearly a dozen different instruments. His main axes are acoustic and electric guitar, but throughout the disc he plays bass, keyboards, steel drums, drumset, congas, and various other hand drums like the djembe, dumbeq, and asiko.

Some fine musicians, many of them long-time associates, added to the musical depth of the project. Eric Mason (of Windjammer) deftly handled the intricate but funky drumming on three tracks (think Manu Cache). One of Jacksonville top session men, Scott Rademacher added some sizzling saxophone work on four cuts. In addition Peter Miles, Dan Walters, and Jonathan May among others contributed some fine playing.

As for the nine tunes on DIL, Lawrence's songwriting and arranging provide numerous twists and unexpected turns. [Song links go to YouTube video performances where available, and otherwise, you can listen to sound tracks on the CD Baby site.]

The album starts off with "Like Sunshine", an uplifting, danceable tune inspired by Gilberto Gil and Papa Wemba, but is immediately followed by the haunting Keith Jarret-ish instrumental "Lake Alice".

The third cut, "Bassline", may be the most radio-friendly tune, reminiscent of some of Sting's or Steely Dan's work.

"Lindsey" is a beautiful acoustic ballad featuring steel drums and written for his daughter.

"Dreaming", another world/pop/jazz tune is next, followed by the almost New-Age "Harmony Rag."

"Long Gone" is a catchy not-pop tune in 5/4 inspired by Milton Nascimento and featuring some Santana-ish guitar work.

The one cover tune is what Lawrence calls his "Daniel Lanois" arrangement of Duke Ellington's "Fleurette Africaine" (from Money Jungle).

The final cut is a Joni Mitchell inspired ode to nocturna called "Middle of the Night" (with apologies to John McLaughlin).

(content same as that on CD Baby DIL intro)

Like Sunshine

I feel the world slipping off my shoulders,
an open road lies out ahead.
I know that the days are getting longer.
The buzzing song of summer fills my head.

It's like every voice I hear is
singing like sunshine.
I feel your warmth shining on my face.
A wordless smile says everything's okay.

When it seems that darkness has filled this place
you 'll know in time it's best to walk away.
I turn my ear to the sky, it's
singing like sunshine.

Like sunshine--hear it in the children's laughter.
Like sunshine--or lose it in the moment after.
Like sunshine--dressed up in red, green, and gold.
Like sunshine--something kind of spiritual like sunshine.

It's like the feeling I once had for my mother
or a friend I haven't seen in years--
a love so deep I can't repeat its name.
The prodigal's face reappears.
All at once I recognize the
singing of sunshine.

Chorus

Sometimes when your memory fades away
and darkness fills my thoughts like a dozen rainy days.
Feels like I'll always be alone but
if I made it this far I'm gonna find my way home.

Hey, sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time.
Why won't you chase the shadows from my mind.
Though I can't make you stay
I know just for today I'll be
singing like sunshine.

Like sunshine--hear it in the children's laughter
Like sunshine--or lose it in the moment after.
Like sunshine--dressed up in red green and gold.
Like sunshine--looking so beautiful.
Like sunshine--she's so spiritual like sunshine.

LApp: vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, keys
Eric Mason: drums
Scott Rademacher: soprano sax
Jonathan May: cello
Chuck Stites: violin, viola

Bassline

The freezing wind burns his face
as the sidewalk leads him on.
His skin turned hard from years in the city.
And dreaming of some distant place
he drifts off like a song--
forgotten but for a trace of a melody.

His memory lives in the bassline.
The city moves to the bassline.
Stripped down to the core,
no time for dreams of home--

Never hears from friends or family.
It washes over him once more,
a wave of solitude--
dissolves into an urban symphony.

His memory lives in the bassline.
The city moves to the bassline.
His heart and soul's in the bassline.
Stay close to the ground with the bassline.

Maybe some bright and sunny day
His voice will rise above the crowd,
but when the smoke has cleared away
his roots live underground.

His memory lives in the bassline.
The city moves to the bassline.
His heart and soul's in the bassline.
Stay close to the ground with the bassline.

LApp: vocals, acoustic guitar, bass
Eric Mason: drums
Scott Rademacher: solo tenor sax
Ray Guiser: sax section
Pete Waidelich: trumpet

Lindsey

Feels just like the first time that I ever fell in love;
I never will forget the day she came.
Someone so small has caused everything to change.
My friends said things will never be the same.

I found my life illumined in a different shade of light.
Her little voice is like a song to me.
She smiles as if we'd known each other somewhere long ago.
I always knew her name would have to be

Lindsey, like flowing water
Lindsey, she's my daughter
Lindsey, I love her.
Lindsey.

Then before I knew it she had gone out on her own,
I never thought the day would come so fast.
I trust our love is stronger than the turning in the world.
I know I can't keep living in the past.

The more we grow apart I see how much we are the same.
When I look at you I look at me.
I wish that I could hold you close like when you were a child
and still pretend we are a family.

Lindsey, you know I miss her.
Lindsey, I long to kiss her.
Lindsey, know I love her.
Lindsey.

Things I hold so near and the ones I love so dear,
one by one I've had to let 'em go.
But save this time together before life goes moving on
because we're all God's children here below.

And when I see you eye to eye I know we'll meet again
like the rivers flowing to the sea.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder it doesn't stop the pain but
because my love is strong I set you free.

Lindsey, yes I love her.
Lindsey, like no other.
Lindsey, yes I miss her.
Lindsey.

LApp: vocals, acoustic guitar, congas, asiko, dumbeq, steel drums

Dreaming

Every day it's the same old thing:
a struggle just to walk out my front door.
Every day leaves me wondering
what I'm really working so hard for.

If there is a reason
and a time for every season
why is the picture so obscure?

Every time I fail
when I try to pierce the veil.
Illusion is secure.

Everything is it's own reward:
posessions are like props upon a stage.
Everything winds up so absurd:
the show must go on just to earn a wage.

I work my life away
and I still can't seem to pay
the price exacted for some peace of mind.

When my life is through
and the payment's overdue,
gonna leave it all behind.

Everybody that I have known
when I look into their eyes they mirror me.
Everybody winds up all alone
left to reconcile with destiny.

I tried to find salvation
in the church, the state, and nation;
the promised land is just a fantasy.

My days go slipping by
while I stare into the sky--
verge of insanity...

Every day brings a brand new thing:
I draw the blinds, turn off the morning news.
Every day leaves me wondering
if freedom means there's nothing left to lose.

My mind is running wild
like a hyperactive child.
The burden of this freedom is a scream.

Am I really free?
Oh, my thoughts won't let me.
Am I awake or am I dreaming?

Everyday I'm dreaming.
Everyday is just like dreaming.

LApp: vocals, acoustic guitar
Eric Mason: drums
Scott Rademacher: soprano sax
Dan Walters: fretless bass
Jonathan May: cello

Harmony Rag by Phil Fox

Music in the woodlands, songs in the sea
Whispers on the wind rise in strange melody.
Somedays when it's still; somedays when I will--
I hear quiet voices calling to me.
Music in the sleeping earth
Music in her sighs
Music in the sleeping earth
Singing in the skies.

When you're all alone and the long day is through
Take a little time and you'll find that it's true:
Everywhere you go listen and you'll know
There are quiet voices calling to you.
Music in the sleeping earth
Music in her sighs
Music in the sleeping earth
Singing in the skies.

Phil Fox: song and lyrics
LApp: vocals, piano, acoustic guitar, drumset, percussion
Nandu Muley: tabla
Jonathan May: cello
Chuck Stites: violin, viola
Ray Guiser: flute, clarinet
Peetie: electric guitar

Long Gone

It was like a dream: vapor rising from the ground.
Cleared my eyes to see, nobody else around.
Then I saw you: that’s all it took to believe that
holding close was fun for both of us.
When you say you love me I can't help but wonder why.

I'll see you in another place and time.
It's not a lie to say I need you
but you wouldn't have it; love beyond a habit--it's passion's crime.

I leave you but come back yet another time.
It's hard work, the games you play
you draw me near and then push me away.

Expect me to go on.
I reach out but you're long gone.

Comes into my sleep like someone knocking at my door.
I turn and close my eyes, this yearning that I can't ignore.

Hooked on you and I can't turn myself away.
It's not a lie to say I need you
but you woudn't have it; love beyond a habit--it's passion's crime.
I leave you but we'll start another time.

Chorus
Solo

It's hard work, the games we play
you draw me near and then push me away.
It's too much to go on.
You reach out but I'm long gone.

Fading like the day, memories of loving you.
I think I'll get away; can't admit that we are through.
Through with you, I can't believe,
through with you.
Maybe just today I'll be long gone.

LApp: guitars, vocals, fretless bass
Peter Miles: drums

Middle of the Night

It's not you,
something else is on my mind.

Half past two,
the breeze and the moon invite.
I know sleep can wait
I hear the calling of the night.

Out of view,
the windows open watchful eyes of
midnight blue
flickers from the TV screens.

Like a fugitive I'm
shrinking from the headlight beams.

The things I do
my friends and neighbors fear to ask.

It's nothing new;
I dread the tedious working days.

In my secret life
I'm set in my nocturnal ways.

Nothing much to do
but steal through shafts of light and
dance to Luna's tune
beyond the neighbors' sight.

I love the middle of the night.

Fantasy:
I'm ruler of these empty streets.
My reverie:
the sleeping freeway's hissing drone.

You know darkness is the only time
they ever leave me alone.

Nothing much to do
but steal through shafts of light and
dance to Luna's tune
beyond the neighbors' sight.

Sparring with the air
and sprawled out on the lawn.
I don't even care
if I ever see the dawn.

I love the middle of the night.


LApp: guitar, fretless bass, vocals, drums
Ray Guiser: flute
Jonathan May: cello

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Lawrence finishes his one-month hike of the Appalachain Trail


Lawrence is very grateful for the opportunity to live out a life-long dream of hiking on the AT. It was a great experience, full of beautiful scenery, physical challenge, and a deep sense of peace and fulfillment. He'll be back to music-making next week, but is already planning a longer hike for '09. Thanks to all the people who followed his hike and offered their support.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Hiking the Appalachian Trail for 1 Month

Lawrence App is hiking the Appalachian Trail for a month, and documenting his trip in a video blog called Hiking the AT with Laree.

With frequent posts, you can hike vicariously through his updates.

Lawrence is half way through now.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

The Multi-Instrumentalist

In an interview with Lawrence, he talked about the instruments he plays.

"I'm actually more out of practice with some instruments now than I was at my peak ten years ago. I've tried not to be quite so much of a jack of all trades. The instruments that I have at least some performing proficiency on are. I consider myself to be primarily a vocalist, with guitar as my main instrument, although I play a number of different guitars within that generic category.

Guitars: I play acoustic and electric guitar. I used to play other things like 12 string guitar and slide. I don't really do that so much any more.

Bass: I play fretted and frettless electric bass and have done quite a few gigs professionally on bass.

Steel Drums: Steel drums are really my second ax right now after guitar.


Keyboards: I also play some key boards.

Drumset: I play trap drums, even got out in public and did that professionally for a little while.

Hand percussion: I play a lot of hand percussion, which I've also backed off of because as I've gotten older I've started having more problems with my hands. So I'm not as anxious to beat on things with my hands. I played congas for quite a few years. Did that professionally. And then a lot of ethnic handdrums:

Djembe, Dumbek, Ashiko drums, Timbales, I don't even know how many percussion instruments, quite a few, if you include the smaller ones as well, probably twenty different percussion items. Shekere, A-Go-Go-Bells. There are so many it's hard to think of them all.

Table? I don't play Tabla. I've always wanted to. It's one of those instruments where the learning curve is pretty steep at the beginning, so I've never gotten past that.

I've played a lot of different instruments, even gotten to a level where I was comfortable enough to go out and do it in public, but like I've said, I'm trying to focus more just on singing and guitar, and steel drums, though I do still play some gigs on bass."

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Acculturation


Lawrence App and his band, Windjammer, released Acculturation in 2002. Island and world music --an upbeat mix of reggae, latin, and soukous rhythms with inspiring lyrics.

12 songs were recorded, several of Lawrence's own originals, and some powerful covers.

I Am Somebody by L. Agnostus

We came into this world together
We all wish that we could live forever
Never, never judge a book by its cover
If someone hurts you for now reason'just stop and say ..

I am somebody
I am somebody
I am somebody so you better treat me right.

We all dream of having a bright future
Yet every day we find someone to torture
You've got to be the wise student
To become the teacher.
If someone violates my human rights
I'll stop and say…

I am somebody
I am somebody
I am somebody so you better treat me right

I will sing this song
And I will live forever
I will sing this song
And I will never die 'cause
I am somebody.

by L. Agnostus

(Ain’t Gonna Find) No Peace

(Ain’t Gonna Find) No Peace ©E.Mason/L.App

Soul of my ancestors
Out there among the stars.
I'm writing you to let you know
Mankind is still at war.

Leaders running to and fro
In their quest for peace.
The conference table just ain't able
To muzzle the beast

Yeah, we made a lot of progress
But we're still not civilized.
The law of the jungle still holds true:
Only the strong survive.

Ain't gonna find no peace
Out here in outer space. No we
Ain't gonna find no peace
In the arctic wasteland. No we

Ain't gonna find no peace
Because our mind's not right.
Ain't gonna find no peace
Until we see Jah's light.

Soul of my ancestors
My prayer goes out to you:
Send us strength and guidance
'cause we know not what we do.

Millions starving daily
While we rape our native lands.
Mankind ain't gonna feed his brother
With his head stuck in the sand.

Knowledge is increasing but
We still remain damn fools.
Say of our inventions
We're not masters but their tools.

Eveready

I was looking for a little inspiration and there she was
her smile looked like a private invitation to another world
I sit back and watched the crowd's reaction as she starts to move
Now she's starring as the night's attraction: you'll get everything but the girl.

They call her Eveready, to party through the night
And when she dance Rocksteady she feels alright
I could see she had a craving for attention, a lust for more
One by one she won the men's affection, got their girls upset
But you see it's just a game of exhibition, she'd never take them home
Hidden by the motion and distraction there is something that she must forget.

They call her Eveready to energize
And when she dance Rocksteady she'll hypnotize

Every night I reach that same location, I find her there
Heading up the evening's celebration until the dawn
As daylight caresses the horizon she leaves alone

They call her Eveready to energize
And when she dance Rocksteady there's madness in her eyes
She works like Eveready until the break of day
And though she feels rock steady she turns and walks away.

Lawrence App

Performed by:
LApp: vocals, bass, congas, synth
Eric Mason: drums
Pete Winders: guitars
Ray Guiser: sax
Todd Beals: trumpet
Cat Benson: bg vocals

Windjammer Playing "Great Heart"



Windjammer performing "Great Heart" July 2005 in Florida.

Great Heart by Johnny Clegg

The world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try

But I’m searching for a great heart to stand me by
underneath the African sky
a great heart to stand me by.

I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under African skies

Sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there’s so much you can show me.

There’s a highway of stars across the heavens
The whispering song of the wind in the grass
There’s a rolling thunder across the savanna
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky.

Your life is a story like the wind
Your life is a story like the wind

Chorus

Guk a ‘mzimba
Sala ‘ nhliziyo

I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under African skies

I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart
I can see the fire in your eyes
I’m searching for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside

Sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there’s so much you can show me.

©Johnny Clegg

Listen on Stumble Audio

Bassline

The freezing wind burns his face
as the sidewalk leads him on.

His skin turned hard from years in the city.
And dreaming of some distant place
he drifts off like a song--
forgotten but for a trace of a melody.

His memory lives in the bassline.
The city moves to the bassline.
Stripped down to the core,
no time for dreams of home--

Never hears from friends or family.
It washes over him once more,
a wave of solitude--
dissolves into an urban symphony.

His memory lives in the bassline.
The city moves to the bassline.
His heart and soul's in the bassline.
Stay close to the ground with the bassline.

Maybe some bright and sunny day
His voice will rise above the crowd,
but when the smoke has cleared away
his roots live underground.

His memory lives in the bassline.
The city moves to the bassline.
His heart and soul's in the bassline.
Stay close to the ground with the bassline.


©Lawrence App

Performing this song:
LApp: vocals, bass, congas, programming
Eric Mason: drums
Pete Winders: guitars
Ray Guiser: sax
Todd Beals: trumpet

Windjammer & Lawrence App, Acculturation Photo Shoot

The musicians in Windjammer standing next to the washed out pillars of an ocean side pier in Florida.

Tell The Truth

You said you wouldn't be too late--needed to take a walk and think things over.
We just can't agree--every time we talk I end up hurt and confused.
You look far away--I can't help thinking of the comfort I might find in another.

Love's not a game--even though sometimes I win, usually I lose.
You try to put the blame on me
when you're the one who worries about being free

Tell the truth--my sweet mama
Tell the truth--are you leaving soon
Tell the truth--you won't say it but I can feel it across the room

Tell the truth--baby, baby
Tell the truth--don't say that its no use
Tell the truth--let's talk things over
pretty mama please tell the truth.

We said we couldn't carry on--needed some space to see who would decide
who'll give in first--blaming each other just looking for an excuse
to go our own ways--even though commitment's not a matter of taking sides

We let fear and pride--put us in a place neither one of us would choose
I beg you, tell it to me straight:
are we going on or is it just too late?

Chorus

You won't tell me was it something that I said
You can't convince me that it's all just in my head
Tell the truth. . .


©Lawrence App

Song performed by:

LApp: vocals, bass, congas, programming
Eric Mason: drums, vocal
Pete Winders: guitars, vocal
Ray Guiser: sax
Pete Waidelich: trumpet
Cat Benson: vocal

It's Easy

It was the first time that I set out on my own,
thought I'd make my mark.
Now I'm wishing I were safely back at home,
I'm groping in the dark.

Time...heals everything.
Time...it's the cure.

It's easy smiling when things have gone my way.
It's easy speaking when there's nothing more to say.
It's easy loving you after love has gone away
otherwise it's hard.

I thought I'd prove I need nobody else,
I found out I was wrong.
No man's an island, no man's made of stone;
I know I'm not that strong.

Time...heals everything.
Time...it's the cure.
Time...softens every rough edge.
Time...it's for sure.

Chorus

It was the last time that I set out on my own
and leave my friends behind.
I've got no use for a heart that's made of stone;
the struggle's in my mind.

Time...


©Lawrence App

Song performed by:
LApp: vocals, bass, acoustic guitar, percussion
Eric Mason: drums
Pete Winders: guitars
Ray Guiser: EWI
Tomás Orta: congas, Brazilian percussion

Concrete Jungle, by Bob Marley

No sun will shine on my day today.
The high yellow moon won’t come out to play.
Darkness has covered my life
and my day has turned into night.

Where is the love to be found?
Won’t someone tell me ‘cause life (sweet life)
must be somewhere to be found.

In this concrete jungle
where the living is hardest.
In this here concrete jungle—
Man, you got to do your best.

No chains around my feet but I’m not free
I know I am bound here in captivity.
Never know what happiness is.
Never know your sweet caresses.

I’ll be always laughing like a clown.
Won’t someone help me ‘cause life
Must be somewhere to be found.
In this concrete jungle

what do you got for me now?
In this here concrete jungle
why won’t you let me be?
In this concrete jungle

I say we’re living in darkness.
In this here concrete jungle
confusion, confusion.

©1973 Bob Marley

Listen on Stumble Audio

Follow

Brother--you're a hero on the street
Pure ambition and you won't admit defeat
The distant roadsign must not be of much concern
'cause life's distractions gonna make you miss your turn.

You've got to follow the narrow road.
You've got to follow the narrow road.

Sister--you're a creature of the night.
Cool, baby...not easy to excite.
Heads turning--ooh, you're looking oh so nice.
Tell me, tell me: was it worth the sacrifice?

You've got to follow the narrow road.
You've got to follow the narrow road.

Sense of direction's more confusing every day.
Jammed on the highway, cruising in the passing lane.
Better use caution as you're rounding that next curve.
Head-on collision just might make you lose your nerve;
which master will you serve?

You've got to follow the narrow road.
You've got to follow the narrow road.
You've got to follow what you believe is right.
You've got to follow the dark into light.

You've got to follow.


©Lawrence App

Performing the song:
LApp: vocals, bass, programming
Eric Mason: drums
Pete Winders: guitars
Ray Guiser: sax
Todd Beals: trumpet
Rob Caban: congas

Noadon Filoké

Noadon filoké
'cause I heard someone talking.
Noadon filoké
and they don't mean a word.

Fill the air with empty conversations (talk, talk, talk)
and speculate on everbody's doings.
Pondering domestic revolution
amidst the ruins.

Noadon filoké
'cause I heard someone crying.
Noadon filoké
and they don't shed a tear.

Lost in dreams of what life had to offer; (talk, talk, talk)
our leaders promised us a brighter days.
Now we are the ones left to suffer
as the dream slips away.

Noadon filoké
'cause I hear someone laughing.
Noadon filoké
and they're laughing at me.

I don't find security in numbers. (talk, talk, talk)
The beaten path I don't choose to follow.
I watch a race of people going under--
their soul's so hollow.

Noadon filoké.
Noadon filoké
'cause I saw someone dying.
Noadon filoké
and they don't make a sound.
Noadon filoké.


©Lawrence App

Performing on the Acculturation CD:
LApp: vocals, bass, programming
Eric Mason: drums
Pete Winders: guitars, vocal
Ray Guiser: sax
Todd Beals: trumpet
Tomás Orta: congas

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Lawrence App, age 8 from "Woodsong"













His love for the woods started young, as seen in this photo of Lawrence at age 8. This image is from a book called Woodsong, with verse by Jim Spry, photos by Mark Helfer, and published by the American Forestry Service in 1969. More to come...