Ann Sweeten | Before Today, Beyond Tomorrow

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Before Today, Beyond Tomorrow

by Ann Sweeten

A tour de force of emotion, technical prowess and prodigious composition - “the further evolution from a pianist who has always delivered musical brilliance.” Will Ackerman, founder Windham Hill Records
Genre: New Age: Neo-Classical
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1. Across the Midnight Sky
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2. Before Today, Beyond Tomorrow
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3. Beyond the Clouds
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4. The Empty Swing
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5. Saying Goodbye
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6. Philadelphia 22
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7. Vanish
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8. Lullaby for Blackie Boo
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9. Through Winter Panes
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10. Like Smoke Through a Keyhole
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
The notes that follow are from something I wrote on May third of 2017, just a few weeks after my diagnosis of Leukemia. I was sitting quietly in the late afternoon sun, a cool Spring Breeze ruffling the budding trees, tears dripping down my face (wishing for oblivion). The words written at that time, will now introduce my newest album Before Today, Beyond Tomorrow, referring to the time before my diagnosis, and then, looking ahead and beyond the immediate with hope for the future.

“For those of you who have followed my career and read my CDs’ liner notes, you will already know that I have had Breast Cancer twice before and a plethora of related surgeries for Reconstruction. To receive a third cancer diagnosis is almost beyond what I can bear or even comprehend the likelihood.

This album began with a few compositions: Vanish, which refers to the vanishing ice in the Arctic and the accompanying vanishing species due to climate change, and Through Winter Panes, brought to life in my usual way; then I lost my beloved Blackie Boo and another was created. The pieces that followed were largely extensions or reactions to the emotional roller coaster of the weeks of blood tests, the simply not knowing for weeks on end, hearing the word “oncology” again and then hearing the word “Leukemia” – finally wondering how many years I had left. Through research, better comprehension and a second opinion, I found I do have a good prognosis as long as I tolerate the drugs that are used to treat it. There is no cure for this and no Doctor knows why it happens to some and not to others. Diet or Family history do not play a role, just some damn bit of rotten luck, though I have my suspicions.

Beyond the Clouds, Like Smoke through a Keyhole, The Empty Swing, and Philadelphia 22 (the chromosome responsible for my Leukemia) are markers on my journey of fear, hopelessness, anger, acceptance and then the resolution to fight for survival. Another piece was written for my dear little Shiloh who passed the day after Christmas 2017, which brought me to another level of despair. The two that followed, the title track and Across the Midnight Sky are more a testament to hope and resiliency.

To those who read this, please do not feel sorry for me, but rather cheer me on, for if the “why” in ‘why have I gotten cancer 3 times?’ cannot be answered, then the fact that I still survive, may be answer enough. I submit that despite odds against me in a world we no longer understand, there are forces at work to keep me here, to keep giving my music to the world.

I have never needed a wake-up call in life thru diagnosis or event, as I have always felt so very present and awake, but this third diagnosis has dropped me to my knees and in a way I can’t explain, the world is different, my life is different, my reactions are different, my patience is greater, my capacity for forgiveness as well. Life itself seems so fragile that I hold it like a wounded bird, so that it may grow well within my care and fly free again, carrying music on its wing.

In light of all this, I urge you to take the time to hear the birdsong in quiet April walks in the woods, to feel the sun in a sparkling sapphire sky with a salty brine in the air while sea ebbs and flows and you walk ALIVE, not alone, with a dog running free at your feet; to taste the truth of life in an intimate embrace, to delight, in the crunch of leaves beneath your shoes in Autumn’s lusty haze, in the swirling magic of December snow, and in the majesty of Earth reborn in Spring, to be grateful for all that graces your day in the smallest of creatures and in the smallest of gestures, for the stars in the midnight fields, and for Love wherever it may appear. I carry on!”
Ann Sweeten

Goodbye Blackie Boo ( 1/17/96 - 11/11/16)

Since your loving Soul
Took Wing on Friday night,
I hear and feel you every place,
And long to hold you tight.

To look into your eyes,
And kiss your little face,
Is now, but in my Memory,
One, Time, will not erase.

Little Shadow, I turned and you were there,
Now in Heaven’s star- clad clover,
Within my heart, Hence, Everywhere.

I’ll miss you forever, till I see you again…..
A.S.

Shiloh
(May 2002 – 12/26/17)

When did the sun begin to set? When did Autumn’s face appear?
When did unbridled days of youth ebb in the passing year?

So fast, so smart, so dear, your angelic face now white
With the brushstroke of age and God’s most holy light.

Our sentinel ‘ere present protecting those she loved,
At the gate, atop a stair or window high above.

She saw the world in many ways and even loved to watch TV.
Nothing missed her soulful gaze but Animal planet was best to see!

My Little graced the earth as floating on the air,
Now she runs amidst the clouds in climes forever fair.

A thousand words were spoken in silent moments sweet;
My Shiloh swaddled in my arms, no beauty more replete.

Your gentle eyes of brown locked upon mine, blue,
Speaking a tender dialogue awash in love’s forever hue.

Wings of light will carry you, my love will guide your way.
And in my heart I know, we’ll hold hands again, some day. A.S.


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