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Series 1, Episode 21: Breaking Traditions

Peter Link Season 1 Episode 21

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In order to break traditions, one first has to know the traditions. The traditions of songwriting are the fundamentals developed over the centuries from Beethoven to George Gershwin to Billy Joel to Adele.  Writing for the theater always gave me license to stretch the rules of the Pop music traditions. Of course, writing for the theater has its own set of traditions or fundamentals, but they always seemed to come under a much wider umbrella. This particular Episode 21 takes us to the edge of the cliff in exploring the unknown, but because of the stretch, it is one of my favorite episodes.


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Welcome to:

Scattershot Symphony

The Music of Peter Link

(That’s me.)


People ask me, “Why “Symphony? You’re not a classical composer.” Well, Wikipedia defines “Symphony” as: an extended musical composition most often written by composers for orchestra – often presented in several movements. 

And so, I bring you the music of a lifetime of composition – often presented in several movements.  That’s the nature of these podcasts – a scattershot look at a lifetime of music …


So, strap on them headphones.  

We’re 90% music with just a smattering of commentary. 


So for god sakes, 

(Crowd)

Turn it up!


This week being the twenty-first episode of this podcast, I prefer to let the music do the talkin’.  However, if you need to know more about me, please visit Wikipedia.com – Peter Link.    


This episode is entitled 

“Breaking Traditions”

Exploring the Unknown





In order to break traditions, one first has to know the traditions. The traditions of songwriting are the fundamentals developed over the centuries from Beethoven to George Gershwin to Billy Joel to Adele. In this particular podcast we most often focus on Pop and Inspirational music.  Both have long histories of fundamentals and traditions that I’ve explored and deeply respected in a lifetime of music making. I’ve both studied and taught these fundamentals for half a century now.


But if you listened to the previous Podcast #20 you’ll know that after 30 years of following the rules, I decided to venture out — not to leave the rules behind, but perhaps first to stretch them to the max and second, then, to go beyond. It’s kinda like tightrope walking — dangerous, but totally exhilarating. So, if ya’ don’t think tightrope walking would be your cup of tea, at least step on out here with me to the edge of the cliff and breathe the fresh air.








Our first offering today is a song I wrote for Jenny Burton. She is joined by an adult choir, a children’s choir, a raft of great NY musicians and the world famous Nigerian drummer Babatunde Olatungi and his 8 cohorts all pounding away on a variety of African drums. It even features, for a minute, another world famous musician, pianist, one Richard Tee, who, at the time, was known as the greatest Gospel player on the planet.  Baba Olatungi even worked with me on the translations from English to Yoruban, one of the many languages of Nigeria. Anyway, this was one of my first forays into the great unknown.


The River

Performed by Jenny Burton and a Cast of Thousands

Music and Lyrics by Peter Link & Baba Olatunji


Rollin' to the sea

Come ye to the water

Lose yourself in me

Never to go back again


Omi omi omi lenia

Oshun oshun awa toro alafia

Omi omi omi lenia

Oshun oshun awa toro alafia


Sunday mornin'

Wash in the river

Strange things fill the air

River run by and smile at me standin' there


And so I smile right back

And call to the river

Sing me up a little song

River says I don't mind if you sing along


I been a thousand miles

Seen a lot of faces

For a thousand years

Been a lot of places where no man has gone

Where there's nothing but the traces of God

An' I'm rollin' on


Rollin' to the sea

Come ye to the water

Lose yourself in me

Never to go back again


Rollin' to the sea

Come ye to the water

Lose yourself in me

Never to go back again


Wish that I could be like the water

Rollin' over me

Searchin' for the peace at the river's end


Some day soon

When finally the river's

Rollin' round the moon

I will be at peace again


Omi omi omi lenia

Oshun oshun awa toro alafia


God He gives

The power to the river

River to the man

It was so before the world began


Time won't wait

It flows with the river

Don't look back my friend

Get on in and go to the river's end


More than a thousand miles

Rolling on inside you

And a thousand lies

Trying to divide you while you carry on

And she's always there to guide you along

Still rushing on


Rollin' to the sea

Come ye to the water

Lose yourself in me

Never to go back again

Rollin' to the sea

Come ye to the water

Lose yourself in me

Never to go back again


Wish that I

Could be like the water

Rollin' over me

Searchin' for the peace at the river's end


Some day soon

When finally the river's

Rollin' round the moon

I will be at peace again

I will be at peace again

I will be at peace again


The next song is another Jenny Burton gem. I really think this is a song that I would include in my top 5 ever written. It’s simply a song about some of the things I think about occasionally. I also orchestrated it by creating a string arrangement and then playing the strings backwards behind Jenny as she sang. Surprisingly enough, it worked! Sometimes crazy ideas actually do come to fruition. 


I Think on These Things

Performed by Jenny Burton

Music and Lyrics by Peter Link


When I consider the heavens

The works of thy fingers

The moon and the stars

You ordained


When I consider a child

The steps that he's taking

His light and his joy

So ingrained


When I think of the way

That each breath comes unnoticed

Sustaining this delicate life


I am swept off my feet

In breathless wonder

At the mystery of life


When I consider the music

Of all the great masters

And know it was you

They all heard


And the works of our Shakespeares

King Davids and Keats

You gave them each

Every word


When I contemplate

The pure fabric of nature

Bewildered by all we have learned


I am swept off my feet

In breathless wonder

At the miracle of life


And I think on these things

And the wonder life brings

From the greatest of things to the small

And though I spend my life

Searching life's solemn secrets

I know I'll never know all


As I ponder the atom

The boundless vast ether

The billions of lives

On this stone


I consider the gift

Of God's imagination

And begin to explore

The unknown


But this whimsical world

It just slips through my fingers

As I try to hold on to the air


And I'm swept off my feet

In breathless wonder

At the miracle of life


And I think on these things

Yes I think on these things

And the wonder life brings


King Of Hearts, a quaint little French anti-war movie starring Alan Bates and Genevieve Bujeau played for six years every Saturday night at an art house in Harvard Square back in the 60s and 70s. It was so popular that many people saw it over and over again 10 to 20 times. The first time I saw it, I just knew I had to do it as a musical some day. It takes place in a tiny French village on the last day of WW1. The Germans have occupied the town, the Americans, knowing that at 12 o’clock midnight the war will be over, are waiting for the Germans to leave so they can free the townsfolk.


The Germans, in their usual dastardly way, decide to plant bombs and blow the place sky high at midnight. Perhaps to celebrate the losing of the war. ( sore losers …) The French underground gets word of the dastardly plot and spreads the word among the townspeople who leave the town empty except for the left behind inmates of the local insane asylum. The basic idea of King Of Hearts is, “Who’s really crazy? The lovely gentle off beat loonies of the asylum, or the people on the outside making war.” When the townspeople exit, the nuns of the asylum, in their hurry to get outta town, mistakenly leave the asylum gates open … and the inmates behind. So the inmates, once the town is empty, decide to exit the premises and go back to the life they had before they were incarcerated. 

The next song takes place at the moment they all approach the open gate and quietly and stealthily begin to sneak out through that open gate and rehabitate the town for the day.


Transformation Suite

Performed by The Broadway Cast of King Of Hearts - The Musical

Words by Jacob Brackman

Music by Peter Link


[Genevieve]

Somehow this place is a place I know

Deja vu, deja vu

Familiar from so far ago – deja vu

Not even the shadows have been rearranged

Everything here is exactly the same

I know I have been here before – deja vu


The trunks and the sawdust

The flags in the breeze

Siberian tigers

The flying trapeze

La la la la la la


And clowns shot from cannons

Through circles of fire

And fat ladies swallowing spears

With each feat of daring

Eliciting gasps and cheers

It's exactly the same after all these years


[Barber]

Somehow this place is a place I know

Deja vu, deja vu

Familiar from so long ago – deja vu

Not even the shadows have been rearranged

Everything here is exactly the same

I know I have been here before – deja vu


The candy cane door pole

The leather, the chrome

The snip of sharp scissors

The scent of cologne

La la la la la la


Here is young Brutus

My trusty old doily

I've missed your protection, my dear

And the feathery tickle

Of tresses behind my ears

It's exactly the same after all these years


[Barber and Genevieve]

All these years

Here I am

Still the same

Home again

It's exactly the same

After all these years


[Chorus]

The air in this town is alive with the feeling

Funniest feeling I've been here before

The air in this town is alive with the feeling

Funniest feeling I've been here before

It's exactly the same after all these years

La la la la la la la la


Music is in the air

It's breezy

Strolling around the square

It's easy


Time for a promenade

Life is enchanting in town

Everyone's down in the street


[Two Female Lunatics]

It's a promenade

What a promenade

Such a promenade ha ha


[Chorus]

Morning's sweet and we're free to greet her

Free to choose how to pass the day

Pastry shop never did smell sweeter

Since the shop keeper's away

Lovely fetching

Winsome catching

Charming tresses

Disarming dresses

Fashion perfectly chic dear

Passion pumped to the peak

Exciting careers

We're all magnifique


What a feast for the eyes

What a stunning surprise

To be free and to see

That there's no one else here

Who knew that dreams could come true

After all of these years


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Writing for the theater always gave me license to stretch the rules of the Pop music traditions. Of course, writing for the theater has its own set of traditions or fundamentals, but they always seemed to come under a much wider umbrella. There was a period of my life that I was known to be a theatrical or Broadway composer. It’s not something that I ever dreamed of when I was a kid. It was just something that happened. I never wished to be a Broadway composer, but It was where I had some great success, so that’s what I became — whether I liked it or not. 


After a decade or so, I decided to move on to other more, for me , gratifying worlds. But the theater stayed in my blood.  And the wide umbrella of guidelines suited my ambitions to a T.  So, because of my upbringing, I became an eclectic composer.  I’m a guy who likes to have 5 or 6 different tubes of toothpaste to choose from every morning. Perhaps, that says it all.

Anyway, this next song is a product of that eclecticism. Call it a lovesong to a bird.


Cardinal In The Snow

Performed by Peter Link

Music and Lyrics by Peter Link


There’s nothing quite like

A cardinal in the snow

All that white

And God’s splash of red

As if He had said

“Here is my thought for the day.”

A cardinal in the snow

Oh a cardinal in the snow

A cardinal in the snow


Bird in my window

More magnificent than the mountains

More beautiful than the valleys

And the rivers

And the wonders of this world

Bird in my window

Only for a second or two

But burned into the scrapbook of my being


Oh dear God

Thanks for making it so

He’s even more beautiful than Marilyn Monroe

This cardinal in the snow

Even more so than the willow tree

Even more so than Van Gogh

This cardinal in the snow


A cardinal in the snow

Oh a cardinal in the snow

A cardinal in the snow


Bird in my window

More delicate than the snowflakes

A graceful ballerina

Standing mighty

A King among his peers

Bird in my window

Guardian of his family name

He’s burned into the mem’ry of my mind


A cardinal in the snow

A cardinal in the snow


The 23rd Psalm has to be the best known prayer from the Bible. There are probably a thousand musical renditions of this beautiful lyric that was written centuries ago by David the King. To call it a classic would certainly be an understatement. I set these immortal words to music probably as a result of my theatrical background with as dramatic an approach as I could imagine at the time. Julia Wade then brought to the work both the appropriate legit and classical crossover qualities and her usual deep understanding of the drama of each moment.


The 23rd Psalm

Performed by Julia Wade

Lyrics from Psalm 23, King David    

Music by Peter Link


The Lord is my shepherd

I shall not want


The Lord is my shepherd

I shall not want


He maketh me to lie down in green pastures

He leadeth me beside the still waters


He restoreth my soul

He restoreth my soul


And He leadeth me

Yes He leadeth me

In the paths of righteousness

For his name's sake


The Lord is my shepherd

I shall not want.


Yea, though I walk through the valley

Of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil


For thou art with me

Thy rod and thy staff

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me


Yea, though I walk through the valley

Of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil

I will fear no evil


Thou preparest a table before me

In the presence of mine enemies

Thou anointest my head with oil


The Lord is my shepherd

I shall not want.


My cup runneth over


Surely goodness and mercy

Shall follow me all the days of my life

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever

Ever more


The Lord is my shepherd


Here’s another song that stretches form to the max, but, gratefully, somehow, works like a charm. The song, sung by Broadway star, Steve Blanchard, comes from the musical, Sundown, a musicalization of the gunfight at the O.K. Corral. In it, Doc Holliday, played powerfully by Steve, regrets, but also defends the choices of his life as a gunslingin’ cowboy.


Poison Water

Performed by Steve Blanchard and the Cast of Sundown

Words by Larry Rosler

Music by Peter Link


[Doc]

Lord, you know I tried

Did my very best

To turn the other cheek

As you suggest

But love your enemy's a hard request

When he's reaching for his gun


Here I go again

And it makes me sad

To say goodbye

To all the dreams we had

So how did something good

Turn out so bad

Take a look at what we've done


Poisoned the water

Poisoned the water

Look at us now

We've poisoned the water

Poisoned water

Full of waste

Let them come and get a taste

Of poison water


[Tom]

Mother of mercy-


[Doc]

Relax, Tom. Just relax. We don't want to wake the lady.


[Tom]

But I'm unarmed. You know China Mary don't allow no guns in her rooms. You ain't gonna shoot an unarmed man, are ya? Are ya?


[Doc]

I'm here to extend an invitation: you meet me later today, and we'll settle the score for all time.


[Morgan]

Virg, what they done to Kate ain't right.


[Virgil]

And what they do to one of us, they do to all.


[Morgan]

We should end it now


[Virgil]

We should do it quick

And when we do it, dammit, make it stick


[Morgan]

A little piece of lead should do the trick


[Virgil]

That's the gospel truth my son


[Tom]

Gentlemen, this time Doc Holliday has called out the wrong man.


[Ike]

The wrong house, Tom, the wrong house.


[Frank]

Turn your back on wolves

This is what you git


[Ike]

You touch a rattlesnake

And you get bit


[Tom & Ike]

The talking's over now we finish it

Take a look at what they've done


[Clantons, McLaurys, Morgan & Virgil]

Poisoned the water

Poisoned the water

Look at them now

They've poisoned the water

Poisoned water

Full of waste

Let them come and get a taste

Of poison water


[Wyatt]

You hear that?


[Wyatt]

It's the sound of hearts beatin' faster right before a kill. I love that sound. I'll round up the boys, Doc. Don't be long.


[Kate]

Doc, it's not too late

Not for us

Cause I know

We can make it, Doc

Please don't go

What of all those dreams

Of getting out

Cutting ties


[Woman in Black]

They were only pretty lies

Just a pack of pretty lies


[Kate]

I ain't going to bury you. If you go down there, I gotta walk out on you.


[Doc]

I have no choice, Kate.


[Woman in Black]

See the minute hand

Moving on the clock

Too late to close the door

And turn the lock

It's what you wanted

Are you ready, Doc?


[Earps]

Yeah, today they're gonna pay


[Clantons & McLaurys]

Yeah, today they're gonna pay


[All]

At a place they call OK

Cause they

Poisoned the water

Poisoned the water

We know just who poisoned the water

Poisoned water's got to kill

Let them come and drink their fill

Of poisoned water


Let the water go

Let that poison flow


Miracle of Faith is a theatrical album — never intended to be a theatrical live presentation, simply written to musicalize one of the great Bible stories of all time — the story of the five loaves and two fishes. The approach we took on this was to envision the story through the eyes of three of its main characters — the boy who offered his gift of food, the doubting disciple who tried to turn the boy away from bothering the Master, and Mary Magdalene, often recognized as the thirteenth disciple, who witnessed the miracle. I got to play Thomas, the doubting disciple, the boy was played spectacularly by 12 year old Broadway veteran, Noah Marlowe and Julia Wade brought her usual deep character penetration to the role of Mary Magdalene.  

I wrote the lyric with former student, Dora Redman, who began it as a class project.  From Miracle Of Faith, a story song that emphasizes story over traditional song form.


The Evidence of Things Unseen

Performed by Julia Wade

Lyrics by Dora Redman and Peter Link

Music by Peter Link


And so he spoke

"They need not depart.

Give ye them food to eat."

Give them food for thought,

The food of light,

The light of sustenance

Don't send them away in their time of need

Feed the flock


But his disciples were not in the mind of Jesus

They struggled to raise their faith

And though miracles had abounded throughout the days

They were stuck in the world's worn out ways


They knew not God's law of infinite abundance

And I watched as they muttered amongst themselves hmm

"Feed them with what? There's nothing to eat"

No apples, no almonds, no meat


Then a boy stepped forth

With a basket of bread and two fishes

Well you know the rest

The five thousand were fed

And we all saw the power of his wishes

And the evidence of things unseen

Oh yes the evidence of things unseen


You ask, "What is that evidence?"

It's the substance of faith

And no seeming dreams that lie in between


There, by his prayer

Pulled out of thin air

In a miracle of such routine

(As I witnessed so often, again and again)

Was the evidence of things unseen

Yes, the evidence of things unseen


Yes a boy stepped forth

With the spirit of "Nothing can stop me"

A boy, just a boy

And five thousand were fed

And we all felt the power and the glory

Of the evidence of things unseen

Oh yes the evidence of things unseen


And right there, by his prayer

Pulled out of thin air

In a miracle of such routine

(As I witnessed so often, again and again)

Was the evidence of things unseen


The man

The miracle

The son of God

Hallelu!!!

And all this from two fishes

And five loaves of bread


You are the first people to hear our last offering — the first besides co-lyricist and bookwriter, Ragan Courtney and, again, Julia Wade, both wife and Actor who takes on the role of Eve to my Adam. Let the first be last in today’s podcast. You are the first to hear this song because the song was written for a new musical that got shelved because of the pandemic. As the Broadway scene no doubt has noticed of late, It’s gonna be some time before Broadway is back on its feet. So, Searching For My Father, The Musical  may take some time to get on the boards. Hence my deep interest in the world of podcasting.


Anyway, this last song is the opening song in this new aforementioned musical. Here, we ask you to use your imagination and all your best listening skills imagining the first meeting of two of the most famous characters in storybook lore — Adam and Eve. More than a song, it is a musicalized scene — weaving together song and dialogue. It is entitled …


And so …

We hear music --  dreamlike -- and the stage floats in surrealistic imagery of trees, flowers, an exotic jungle. We are in the Garden of Eden. It is the first day of woman kind.

 (Lights up DSL on Adam)


He’s working in his garden, raking, digging, pruning.

(He speaks directly to the audience)


It Was Very Good

Performed by Julia Wade and Peter Link

Lyrics by Ragan Courtney

Music by Peter Link


[Adam]

I come from a garden. The Garden. Light is dappled across the shady bank and delights like the tiny licks of kittens. I named them "Cats" and called the small ones "Kittens." And the slippery reptiles that loved to slip in and out of water, "Eels" ... "Ssssnakes." How wonderful to stroke their smooth, moist skin. It seemed that everything around me needed to be called something. So I went to work. I even got to name myself. "Adam." It seemed appropriate.

I loved the sound of the "breezes" in the protective "trees" that seemed to reach out and up as readily as down and in.

Even though "He" was with me daily, frequently, I wondered at this growing feeling I would call "loneliness." "Lonely" for what? All the creatures had paraded before me. Everyone was already here.

So I named them, too.

What was I missing? In all the amazement I experienced at each sunrise, what could there possibly be missing?

"He" knew.

Imagine my surprise one morning when I awoke to see "her" ... here ... standing by a stream, laughing as a Morning Glory tickled her face.

He knew.

And when He returned in the cool of the evening, we were holding hands – that is what I named our paws. I called them "Hands." I reached out and touched her with my "hands."


It was there in the soft light of morning

That something else was dawning

On that quintessential day

And I awoke as the world was aborning

And everything around me

Would never be the same

And like everything else He made

It was good

It was good

It was very good


She

She

She was not really expected

But it seemed so right

To see her there.

And I detected

That she was there just for me,

Yes, she was there just for me.

And it was good.

It was very good

Um hmm

Um hmm


[Eve]

It was the surprise of the morning light of which I was first aware. I gasped ... (gasp) for air and rubbed my eyes, and reached out for a handful of something I could not grasp ... on any level.

He grunted. (chuckles)

I turned to see from which creature around me came that sound. From the sleeping creatures, he stood and walked toward me. Whoa ... I watched as his eyes got as big as moons.

I was the surprise of his morning light.

He was somewhat like me ... hmm, somewhat ...

And I was drawn to him. He stretched out his hand toward me. I reached out my hand to him.

The hands fit.


It was there in the wonder of newness

My eyes were drawn to his eyes

In that reckless carefree way

And though we said not a word

There was music

It came from where I knew not then

But it was in the air

And like everything I had seen

It was good.

It was good

It was very good


He

He

He was not really expected

But it seemed so right

To see him there,

And I detected

That he was there just for me,

Yes he was there just for me.

And it was good.

It was very good

Um hmm

Um hmm


So there you have it.


Scattershot Symphony  - Episode 21.

Next? Episode 22. A sojourn into another world — an entirely different kind of episode. Entitled …

Havin’ A Talk With God


Also, please rate and review us on Apple Podcasts … etc.

 

A grateful nod goes to both Julia Wade and Jenny Burton for their superb solo talent on song after song, and Steve Blanchard on Poison Water who has always brought his rich voice and depth of perception to both his and my music, as well as the entire cast of Sundown featuring Judy McLane and Julia Wade.

Thank you also, to the Broadway cast of King Of Hearts and to all those chorus people who have so lovingly brought their terrific talents to my music over the years.


A very special thanks also to Stuart Barefoot, our Associate Producer for all your invaluable knowledge and good vibes.

And a posthumous thanks to Ludwig Van Beethoven for your opening 4 bars.

 

Julia

(over playout music)

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