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LAPIS

NOUVELLES

Lancement d’album et Concert de bienfaisance.

Les sommes collectés seront versés au Foyer Pour Femmes Autochtones de Montreal. Maison de la culture NDG : 3755 rue Botrel. Montréal H4A 3G8. $15.00 à la porte. Places limités. Porte à 19h00. Concert à 19:30.

Juillet 2017 – Inde

Une exploration d’espaces acoustiques partagés et leur nature éphémère.

BIO

Les compositions de l’auteure-interprète Sheila Veerkamp sont fondées sur un dialogue intime entre le piano et la voix, qui s’ouvre sur un espace sonore élargi. Sa formation classique transparait dans ses instrumentations lyriques de cordes et d’harmonies vocales. Des mélodies intuitives guident l’écriture de ses pièces vers des territoires narratifs et personnels, traçant des perspectives sur la vie, l’amour et la perte.

Ses influences parcourent autant les compositions classiques de Robert Schumann et de Steve Reich que les interprétations poétiques de Patti Smith et de Joni Mitchell. Sheila est également inspiré par ses improvisations vocales de groupe, qui servent d’esquisses à ses compositions.

Co-produit avec Louis-Philippe Simard, l’album Lapis à été enregistré à la demeure de Sheila dans un esprit d’expérimentation et de jeu. Les chansons sont une collection d’expériences de vie et de relations interpersonnelles observées et imaginées dans toute leur complexité. L’album met en vedette les talents de plusieurs musiciens locaux, dont les formations diverses contribuent à façonner la texture des arrangements musicaux.

À la recherche constante d’inspiration artistique et de nouvelles expériences, Sheila continue de voyager, d’enseigner et de composer de la musique, en maintenant un pied-a-terre à Montréal. Un projet à venir l’emporte dans le sud de l’Inde à la recherche d’enregistrement sonores, tout en poursuivant ses travaux de volontariat dans la communauté de Podanur. Le projet explorera des espaces acoustiques partagés et leur nature éphémère.

Sheila

Musique et paroles

Homeland, Homeland is down. Trust us, we’ll bring you around. Western, western warriors have begun. Madness, crying for number one. Holy, holy ,holy, holy holy holy. It would seem you’re being ruled, don’t you think maybe you’re being fooled. United, nations demand. Good spirits, In no man’s land. Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy. Call this good news for modern man. You may listen, you may listen yet not understand. Holy men don’t usually walk in circles. Holy men don’t usually, touch a drop. I believe in a lack of isolation. I can feel a kind of truth. You’re not fighting a holy war, you’re not fighting anymore. Believers, they’ve begun. Boundaries bound the chosen one. Holy men don’t usually walk in circles. Holy men don’t usually touch a drop. I believe in a lack of isolation. I can feel a kind of truth. Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy. It would seem you’re being ruled Don’t you think maybe you’re being fooled. Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy. You’re not fighting a holy war. You’re not fighting anymore.
I feel sorry that I hurt you, I feel sorry that I let you down. I feel sorry I gave up, I feel sorry I haven’t come around. I feel guilt when I see you, I feel guilt when I look in your eyes, I feel guilt when I see you trying, guilty, knowing that I lied. What I wouldn’t give to you for you to understand. Open fields with wildflowers, a bouquet I could place in your hand. I feel sad thinkin’ about you, I feel sad deep down inside. I feel sad when I see you crying, so sad I had to say goodbye. Spices you love from India, lapis from Afghanistan. Dark summer nights with falling stars, a wish that I could leave behind. What I wouldn’t give to you for you to understand. Open fields with wild flowers, a bouquet I can place in your hand.
15 years I’ve stayed towing the line. Turning my back each day to the signs. And the time has slipped away. Today I ride out on the blue, 10,000 miles away. I’ve been asleep too many suns. And now I’m on my feet, life’s begun. And time is made of clay. Riding out on the blue 10,000 miles away. Here I sail out in a boat cut free I sing as I drift out to sea. Let go of knowing, I trust the wind. Arms outstretched I’m going, light comes in. And time, perfect and strange. Riding out on the blue 10,000 miles away. Here I sail out in a boat cut free. I drift as I’m swept out to sea.
When I wrote a song it was endearing. It was rare I made it to the end. How little, how little you understood. The places that I left behind. Hold on, hold on to that thought now I’m sure you got something you want to say. Some idea, some opinion, some theory to lead myself astray. You were the crazy maker that I held onto. You are the crazy maker I’ve got to let go of, got to let go of. How many chances, I put myself through. How many answers I left up to you. Hold on, hold on to that thought now. I’m sure you’ve got something you want to say. Some idea, some opinion, some theory to lead myself astray. You were the crazy maker that I held onto. You are the crazy maker I’ve got to let go of got to let go of. You were the crazy maker that I held onto. You are the crazy maker I’ve got to let go of.
I was seeing blue, we were drinking absinthe. Something that we do time to time. Me and you. You were making promises and I let you. Soon enough you’d deny they were true. I knew you’d made the same mistake before. You said you were sorry a hundred times or more. All of your flattering threats would turn into morning after regrets. Things were getting foggy but I still could see. We were trying it on for size. You and me. I was soarin’ high looking down upon us. We were looking like little children to me. I knew you’d made the same mistake before. You said you were sorry a hundred times or more. All your flattering threats would turn into morning after regrets. Hey diddle ee dum dum, kiss me for a favour. Hey diddle ee dum dum, kiss me when I’m down. Hey diddle ee dum dum, kiss me for a favour. When you feel the need to mess around.
Drug dealin’, baby makin’ boy, already had three this year. He comes in to see his baby girl, he leaves his gun at the door. Young mother screams and bangs her fist down hard; says ”this baby is hungry”. Take her, take her, take her please, I can’t stand her anymore. She doesn’t know what to do, she doesn’t know how to feel. The child cries, the only plea she knows, echoes of her mother. Hold Me. Just 17, and no one asks her, what is it she really wants. She wants to hold onto that baby makin’ boy; thinks he will save her; be a father. He makes the scene dressed so pretty, he makes her tremble and shake. She holds that child like an offering; first time she’s held her all week. She doesn’t know what to do, she, doesn’t know how to feel. She looks at that pretty boy, and wishes he would say. Hold Me. He says some words about lost love, and some money gone wrong. She holds her breath and stares at one spot, before she knows it, he’s gone. She doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know how to feel. The child cries, the only plea she knows, echoes of her mother. Hold me.
We were a Joni generation. Half empty cup. Stream of consciousness poetry. Boy how we pushed our luck. Waves of unconditional. Consuming more than our share. The dangers and the damage. Behind us we left there. Oh when you touched me so long ago. If only I had known I would be first to go. La dee dah dah, la dee dah dah, la dee dah dah, la dee dah dah. Now that I’ve grown older, I can boast that I am mature. One thing is for certain, I’ve never felt so sure. I know that your out there. Callin’ it quits. Close your eyes perfect stranger. Imagine all of our tricks. Squeeze me and hold me, Touch me right there. Sooth me and sway me, forget what I care. Lah dee dah dah, la dee dah dah, lah dee dah dah, la dee dah dah. We were a Joni generation.
When I reach out and try to touch someone, it really doesn’t feel quite right. Then I think about, how you know me and all of my lovin’. When it feels like I won’t make it through then I want, and I wish for, me and you. Me and you, only me and you. I don’t mean to be, the bearer of bad news. Only, I feel that you would understand. I need you, close beside me. Step into the picture in my mind When it feels like I won’t make it through. Then I want, and I wish for, me and you, only me and you. Me and you, only me and you. I remember, I remember. Mirrors of persuasion, sweet honesty, tried and true. Faithfulness, blind dedication, The beauty of me and you. I remember, I remember.
Feed your soul, give and receive · Anytime baby,anytime you are free Do come see me, baby come feel for me To the music, come and dance with me · We’ll move for spirit,anytime ours are free Do come see me, baby come feel for me In the rain, I can still see you · Walk away grey day, kiss me goodbye blue Take it please baby, take a part of me In the rain, I can still see you Walk away, grey day