Julie Lyonn Lieberman | The Roaring Brook Fiddler

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The Roaring Brook Fiddler

by Julie Lyonn Lieberman

This concept album mixes genres to tell a musical story with voice, violin, cello, percussion and piano about a girl who lives in the inevitable future.
Genre: Jazz: Contemporary Jazz
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  Song Share Time Download
1. The Inevitable Future (feat. Steve Browman & Geoffrey Gordon)
6:20 $0.99
2. Final Ringing of the Bell (feat. Steve Browman & Geoffrey Gordon)
4:35 $0.99
3. Mother’s Lullaby (feat. Bob Arthurs, Dave Samuels, Rufus Reid & Steve Browman)
5:39 $0.99
4. Darkness Falls (feat. Steve Browman & Geoffrey Gordon)
5:52 $0.99
5. Cry of the Night (feat. Erik Friedlander)
5:53 $0.99
6. The Mockingbird Song (feat. Dave Samuels, Rufus Reid, Steve Browman & Martin Quinn)
7:05 $0.99
7. The Roaring Brook Fiddler Is Born (feat. Geoffrey Gordon, Steve Browman, Janet Savage, Mark Johnson, Paul Zimmerman, Carrie Duncan & Dennis Crumbine)
9:31 $0.99
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Album Notes
The Roaring Brook Fiddler, a concept album, is an ode to mother earth. It is a musical story that focuses on a girl who lives in the inevitable future. Oxygen is precious, animals are extinct, and the planet is dying. She journeys into a failing forest and one of the last of the ancient trees conveys the music of the birds. The tree becomes a violin and she transforms into The Roaring Brook Fiddler. Through music, she is able to bring the dying planet back to life.
It is a project that became a mission—wound its way into my heart quite unintentionally toward the end of 1983.
After a torrent of horrifying news about the environment in the early 1980s, I searched for something I could do while driving back from a week of performances in Washington D.C.’s Discovery Theatre. How can one person help rescue our ailing planet? I stared at the black highway as I drove through northern Pennsylvania. Trees had been clear-cut for miles and replaced with grass. My violin only speaks to a room full of people. As I entered New Jersey, I could smell pollution from the factories and see garbage floating in the wetlands. How can I convey the preciousness of our planet? I began to drive past a stretch of ugly factories spewing foul-smelling chemicals. Why do we find it acceptable to replace natural beauty with an ugliness that assaults all of our senses and makes us sick?
As I continued driving, I found myself musing over a book I’d read earlier that year, The Finding of the Third Eye, by Vera Stanley Alder, in which she put forth a theory I’d not heard before: according to her, in spring, the birds sing throughout the day and the vibrations of their calls assist the growth of the leaves. Once the leaves are full-grown, the birds reserve their songs for morning and dusk to help the trees with oxygen production. I was moved by this cooperative relationship since the trees, in return for the birds’ aid in their growth, provide their flying friends shelter all year round.
A musical story began to form in my mind called The Roaring Brook Fiddler, the story of a young girl from the “inevitable future” ... the future, as it would be if the human race continued behaving as it has. She lives in a glass city with pumped-in oxygen because all the natural oxygen has been depleted. The local zoo runs movies of animals because there are very few left on the planet.
Movies of days when the sun shone.
Movies of days when the ocean roared.
Movies that hummed with rainbows, movies of birds that flew above.
Movies of water flowing ... fish that swim upstream.
Movies of rainbows glowing, that kiss the earth to green.
I imagined I could hear a bell tolling, a call for humans to wake up to the screams of the dying planet.
Once for the cry of the unborn.
Once for the leaves that fell like tears.
Once for the crimped wings of the blackbird.
Once for the turning of the years.
We shuffle single file.
We pocket our minds.
The shuffle of every civilization that lives its history one last time.
Before the final ringing of the bell.
Before the final ringing of the bell.
After its debut concert and the making of this album, I worked on a national music education project called “The Green Anthem.” Its lesson plans and theme song eventually reached six million children through The World’s Largest Concert, an event staged by National Association for Music Education (NAfME).



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