Life
After a two-decade hiatus from producing her own albums, Laird Jackson returns with her captivating Life, where she asserts that whenever you sing, you’re giving voice to your soul. She affirms in her sublime, percussive title tune: “You cannot hold me/I am like the tide/I come/I go/On my own timeline.”
On Life, Jackson doesn’t swing or groove into a twelve-bar blues. Instead she sings and reads her poetry in spoken-word pockets. Her music may not be typical jazz, but it blooms with improvisation. She’s excited to be in tune with exploring the wide open spaces.
An original to the core, Jackson dives deep into dramatic mystery, quiet romance, elemental wonder, profound sadness, ruminative ecstasy, improvisational beauty and the dreamy tug between longing within and pushing outward away from all boundaries to find freedom.
Jackson reveals herself to be unique in her ability to write compelling, metaphor-rich poetry and marry it to sumptuous melodies.
CREDITS:
Produced by Jeff Haynes
Executive Producer Laird Jackson
Recording and initial editing & mixing by Jeff Haynes
Assisted by Jethro Banks
Orchestrations by Jeff Haynes
Additional recording and editing by Corin Nelsen
Mixed and Mastered by Corin Nelsen at SynchroSonic Productions
Photographs by Vital Agibalow for Hensel (except as noted)
Graphic Design by Corin and Jennifer Nelsen
PERSONNEL:
"I would like to thank the Universe for bringing so many incredible people into my Life! Thank you to Jeff Haynes for his vision, his belief in me, the wonderful juob producing and his meticulous orchestrations, Thank you to Corin Nelsen for all the has done to add the stardust to this music. Thank you to the amazing Dan Ouellette for his beautiful words. Lastly, to all of the old friends and new friends who never stopped supporting me, an overwhelming and heartfelt Thank You!" ~Laird
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Laird Jackson- lead vocals (all tracks)​
Jeff Haynes- percussion (1-7, 9, 11, 13-15), bass (5), vocal (5,7)
John Smith- guitar (2-4, 13-15), banjo (2)
Marvin Sewell- guitar (6,7,12,13)
Brandon Ross- guitar (2,4,14)
Gregoire Maret- harmonicas (9,11,140
Charlie Burnham- violin (5,12,15)
Premik Russell Tubbs- EWI, Sax (2,3,15)
Michael Manring- bass (2,4,15)
Eugene Friesen- cello (8,12)
Jennifer DeFrayne- piano (14,15)
Sean Harkness- guitar (12), bass (11)
Candace Coates- harp (2,7)
Jethro Banks- bass (5), synth flute (7)
Jeff Oster- flugel horn (2,4)
C Lanzbom- guitar (14)
Doug Weiss- bass (14)
Jim Hickey- synth guitar (11)
Miraj- vocals, birds (1)
Mary Poppins- spoons (1)
LINER NOTES:
Laird Jackson—Life
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An original to the core, vocalist/composer Laird Jackson asserts that whenever you sing, you’re giving voice to your soul. She spreads her emotional soundscape wide. She dives deep into dramatic mystery, quiet romance, elemental wonder, profound sadness, ruminative ecstasy, improvisational beauty and the dreamy tug between longing within and pushing outward away from all boundaries to find freedom.
On Life, her captivating third album and first since 2002’s Touched, Laird affirms in her sublime, percussive title tune: “You cannot hold me/I am like the tide/I come/I go/On my own timeline.” She returns to the theme on the acapella meditation “The Wind” where she majestically soars with the words: “My spirit is free/Timeless time/My heart is open/I know no borders.” “I am referring to the brevity and uncertainty of life,” she says. ”I was inspired during the pandemic when a friend from St. Vincent told me what
his grandfather had told him on the beach as a young child. Life is like the water. It travels on its own timeline and cannot be stored for later or placed in a basket. Life must be lived in the present for it is all we have.”
Laird doesn’t apologize about her hiatus. “Life happened,” says the Cleveland-born, Detroit-bred, New York based artist. “I didn’t stop living. I traveled, I wrote, I recorded on other people’s projects. I stepped back from the business side to deal with the unexpected twists and turns that happened, the things that you literally could not have written. I have definitely lived through some trying times, but I am certainly not unique in this regard. The idea behind my simple song Rainbows is that beyond clouds there is sometimes a rainbow. This realization takes some time to recognize.”
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Laird says she is reaching to whoever the music speaks to. “I’ve lived through trying times that takes years to get through because the only way through is through,” she says. “I’ve recovered, feeling strong and ready to record again. It’s like my song ‘Rainbows’ and the idea that behind some clouds, there is in fact a rainbow. The realization takes some time to recognize.”
Laird says she is reaching to whomever this music speaks to. “I want to touch people,” she says. “We all cry and feel sorrow and joy. We all mourn loss. There are some of us who can write about it and sing about it and I am one of those. I have no problem expressing my emotional core and the nuances within. Life can be treacherous for people like us.”
Laird reveals herself to be unique in her ability to write compelling, metaphor-rich poetry and marry it to sumptuous melodies. One scribe has called her voice almost too hip for the room. In fact, she owns the room as is evidenced in Life’s 15 songs—10 of which are transcendent originals. She also puts her sure signature on five moving covers including tunes by Bill Withers, Phil Moore, Ned Washington and Jerry Merrick. Plus there’s a delicious take on the public domain classic ”In the Pines,” delivered as a striking duo with stellar guitarist Marvin Sewell.
Life is produced by renowned Beacon, NY-based percussionist/drummer Jeff Haynes who knows Laird’s sensibility well, having played and worked on the final mixes of Touched. He brought aboard many of his colleagues from his Brooklyn days to color, spice, texture, tweak the songs. While the sessions weren’t planned to be expansive, the personnel list swelled to 20 players, including guitarists Marvin, Brandon Ross and John Smith, violinist Charlie Burnham, cellist Eugene Friessen and harmonica ace Gregoire Maret.
“Laird is a serious jazz vocalist,” says Jeff, who recently has not only been on the road with pop star Brandi Carlile but also produced the celebrated two-volume audio narrative Pete Seeger: The Storm King. “This album is very eclectic and adventurous. When she approached me to produce this, I challenged her to not take a traditional jazz road. And she stepped up without fear. And when we got together, the music came naturally. Most of the time we just turned the mikes on and played. And the music went through an organic evolution. It’s a spiritual thing when all these pieces come together like a movie soundtrack.”
On Life, Laird doesn’t swing or groove into a twelve-bar blues. Instead she sings and reads her poetry in spoken-word pockets. Her music may not be typical jazz, but it blooms with improvisation. She’s excited to be in tune with exploring the wide open spaces.
As a teenager, Laird found solace in music. One night she slipped into a jazz club in Detroit and heard a woman singing with a trio. “I was mesmerized by her as she sang ‘Angel Eyes,’ and I thought that’s what I want to do,” Laird says. “Then I started to listen to the two jazz stations in Detroit WJZZ and WDET. I listened voraciously. That started to send me wandering. Music saved my life.”
Attending Western Michigan University with the idea of a career in social work, Laird began to sing with small local bands and got hooked. She took classes in jazz and classical music history and learned music by taking very basic piano and flute classes. “My jazz history professor taught the history as it should be taught,” Laird says. “He brought in the earliest recordings of field hollers and took it from there. He talked about slavery. The progression of the music and the incredible blending of cultures due to terrible circumstances. This is very important. Also, the importance of listening to all good music from everywhere. While the idea of good music is subjective, I have good taste. My listening is varied and global. I definitely wander the globe musically. Music feeds me.”
That artistic certitude and freedom arrives beginning from her debut album (1994’s Quiet Flame on Venus) through to its emergence with so much gravitas on Life. The album opens with the beauty, “I Believe,” an infectious melody built on Jeff’s bata rhythm. In the mix, an uplifting gospel-like by Miraj that brings a buoyancy to Laird expressing the relevance of beauty in embracing “the golden light” after enduring and the dark night and “screaming into the cosmos.” Laird says, “This is a song about strength and getting through times that are rocky, emerging with hope and love in our hearts.”
It’s a poignant thematic key to the rest of the collection that veers away from resentment to wonderful variegation (the childlike, tear-stained take on “Rainbows” that features Eugene Friesen’s perfect cello accompaniment) and ruminations an a cappella rendition on freedom in the deeply emotive, meditative “The Wind” (“I am free of chains/I am free of expectations”). The album captures the image rich “Dusk” at the lighthouse with moving spoken word, the hopeful “Destiny” again with a spoken-word delivery accompanied by a sonic wonderland of effects and Charles Burnham’s magical violin, and with her glowing-embers voice, the dancing, free- spirited “Rounding the Sun,” sparked by Gregoire Maret on simpatico bass harmonica.
Beginning with Jeff’s kalimba beat, the achingly longing “Suhaili“ has gentle dreams of “the sweet shadows in the lamplight.” It sustains Laird with the word’s meaning (trusted companion, special friend) that she experiences in her refuge jaunts to La Sagesse Hotel in the West Indies island of Grenada. She learned about the renowned sailor Sir Robin Knox Johnson who was preparing with his crew to sail on his new boat to England. “I’m not a sailor, but I was in massive awe with these kind and huge-hearted people,“ she says.
A mourning story Laird wrote long ago, “World of Dreams,” features Marvin Sewell who created the lick that drives the song. It’s a tune about great loss. “Marvin took to the sadness and developed the music,” says Laird. “He’s the co-writer. Without Marvin, there’s no song.”
The most riveting and mystical track “The River,” also features Marvin. Laird chose to base the song on the Nile River, one of the most important historical rivers in Africa. Its headwater, Lake Victoria in Uganda, had a power-source hydroelectric dam. “I have close friends who lost family during the Idi Amin regime,” Laird says. “I have since met other Ugandans who also lost family, and I began to research further and learned that sometimes the dam had become clogged by slain bodies from dictator’s reign of terror.” During his rule from 1971-1979, it’s estimated that a half of million people were killed and some were dumped into the lake that caused the dam’s outages. “After learning this story, I decided to make this song about the Nile and to dedicate it to the memory of those who perished under the wretched regime.”
While Laird’s compositional prowess prevails on Life, she also covers five songs, including the Bill Withers tune of longing, ”Smile for Me.” Laird has an affinity to Bill, whose “I Want to Spend the Night” appears on Touched. Laird also champions Phil Moore’s love song gone bad “Tender as a Rose,” with a firm stepping rhythm and Marvin’s hard, sweet slide. She lovingly sings the Ned Washington/Dimitri Tiomkin tune “Wild Is the Wind,” and in an excerpted version, she channels Richie Havens’ take on Jerry Merrick’s poetic, contemplative “Follow.”
The most powerful, show-stopping cover comes with “In the Pines.” It has been performed by a slew of singers over the years, but this deeply soulful rendition stands above as Laird duets with Marvin. (The barking dogs, clucking chickens and crickets in the soundscape are the real deal, Laird says, recorded by Jeff.)
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The entirety of Life grows into a community blessed by a special kinship. As I noted in my liner notes for Touched, I quoted Laird in 2002: “Jazz is about freedom and self-expression and experimentation. We all learn from and emulate the masters, but we need to find our own reality and create from that with all the risk that entails. I wish there was more of that happening now. The old songs have been recorded so many times, it sounds like plagiarism. It’s not very creative to learn songs from a record and just sing them back. That’s not art.”
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Indeed, with Life, Laird’s music is most certainly art in its finest.
Dan Ouellette, contributing writer for DownBeat, Qwest.tv and author of
the book, The Landfill Chronicles: Unearthing Legends of. Modern
Music, published by Cymbal Press via Amazon
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1. I Believe (continued)
And I believe.
I believe in beauty.
I will move towards the golden
Light which will lift me
And hold me
Keep me from drowning
The stars are my chorus
Keep on moving
Will not fold up cause I
Believe
2. Suhaili. (Jackson/Haynes)
In the dark corners
The music keeps playing
My dreams keep on dreaming
Softness of evening
The moon captivating
Soft shoulders are waiting
For lips tasting
Of mangoes
My dreams sustain me
My dreams keep on dreaming
The music keeps on
The lilting song
I keep on
My dreams sustain me
As I dream of the dark corners
The sweet shadows in the lamplight
And I keep walking
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3. Dusk (Jackson/Haynes/Tubbs)
(At dusk I always go to the river)
Share a dream
(I go to breathe in the sound of reeds)
A sunset glow
(And birds in the nearly still)
We'll build a house where trade winds blow
Lyrics
All words by Laird Jackson (exc. 4,6,13-15).
All songs by Laird Jackson (exc. 4,6,13-15) with Jeff Haynes (1-3,5,7,9,11); with Marvin Sewell (7,12); with Charlie Burnham (5); with Premik Russell Tubbs (3); with Gregoire Maret (9).
Publishing: LairdSongs (ASCAP)
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1. I Believe (Jackson/Haynes)
I believe.
I will not lay down
I will not fold up
I will keep on walking
I will keep on moving
Though the ground is cold
My spirit will not be frozen
The earth can’t shake me off
I will keep on walking
I have seen the dark night
I have screamed into the cosmos​​​
3. Dusk (continued)
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(Stillness
I go to drink the mauve sky)
Across the sea so blue
(The last drop of orange sun
When at last the darkness comes
I scent my hair with sandalwood)
My dearest friend
(I wrap myself in star dusted silk)
I love you
And can't pretend
(I present an offering)
Let me know your heart
(Queen)
I've traveled far you see
You are a light
(Are you?)
I dreamt there'd be
We know of storms
We know all too well
Let this be a haven where our souls may
Free as the song of the wind are we
Together happily
A place where love
(I go to the lighthouse)
Was not afraid to be
(A windy windy windy place)
A place of peace and harmony
(Beneath the bridge in the light and the space)
A place where love was not afraid to be
(I cannot understand how my life has turned)
A place of peace and harmony
(I can hardly speak on these summer days
So I sit and pray)
Let this be a haven
(By the boiling sea)
Where our souls may dwell
(Beneath the bridge
At the windy place)
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Share a dream
(At the lighthouse
In the light and space)
A Sunset glow
Like birds we’ll fly
We’ll build a house where trade winds blow
Across the sea we’ll fly
Into the morning dew
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4. Make a Smile for Me (Bill Withers)
Make a smile for me
Lately I've been so lonely
And a smile from you
Might make these blues go away
Stay awhile with me
Can't you tell I've been lonely
And a smile from you
Might make it a nicer day
Close your eyes and dream of a sunny place
Watch the world light up when you smile
Stay with me and smile at me, sunny face
Chase the clouds away with your smile
Close your eyes and dream of a sunny place
Watch the world light up when you smile
Stay with me and smile at me, sunny face
Chase the clouds away with your smile
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5. Destiny (Jackson/Haynes/Burnham)
It is not possible to choose the time
We pass through each other
Never seeing
Together each day
On morning trains
Or in cafes
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(Background photo: Used by permission. Copyright Michael Carlson)
5. Destiny (continued)
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Until we meet
Never having known
That there might be a we
Sharing stories
Removing exteriors
We pass through each other
Becoming richer
It is not possible to choose the time.
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Out of shadows
Comes a warming hand
And we take hold
For, maybe the ground is shaking
Maybe a heart is breaking
And we pass through each other
And step on thorns along the way
Removing exteriors Becoming richer
It is not possible to choose the time
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6. In the Pines (public domain)
My man, my man, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And I shivered the whole night through
My man, my man, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold winds blow
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And I'll shiver the whole night through
Your daddy was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
And his body ain't never been found
My man, my man, don't lie to me
Where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And I shivered the whole night through
My man, my man, how could you treat me so?
And leave me all alone?
I'm going where the cold winds blow
I'm going where the cold winds blow
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And I'll shiver the whole night through
I'll shiver the whole night through
I'll shiver the whole night through
7. The River (Jackson/Haynes/Sewell)
River mighty river
Flowing to the ocean
River wide blue river
Running to the seven seas
Oceans filled with wonder
Ancient stories put to rhyme
River wide blue river
Dancing to the sands of time
River flows
Never falters
Towards the sea the way of water
Winds it’s way
Along ancient shores
Where the spirits danced
sometime before
Many Stories told
Of humankind
Of the tragic and sublime
Living within these banks of sand
Mighty river in a tear stained land
8. Rainbows (Jackson)
We will
We won’t
We should We dont
We were
We was
We can’t
Because
Tears kept falling
They would not stop
How would I know
Within each drop
There was a blue and green
And yellow and pink
Behind each cloud lies a rainbow
I think.
I wanted
I dreamed
I schemed
I lied
I learned
I prayed
I left
I tried
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9. Rounding the Sun (Jackson/Haynes/Maret)
In this life we lead we are searching for the answer
And it seems to be
9. Rounding the Sun (continued)
That simplicity and love
Are the keys
Keeping our spirits free
Keeping our eyes upon the horizon
As we keep on
Towards the Sun
We are dancing
Dancing towards the sun
Keep on rising
Til the day is done
In music we feel the magic
Lift our troubles away
Open your hearts to the calling
Never let your dreams fade
Keep on
Towards the sun
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10. The Wind (Jackson)
I am a cloud
Cirrus, cumulus, thunder..
I am the wind...
I am an eagle or a sparrow or a nightingale
I am the full moon
I am the purple sky
When day is done
I am the waking of dawn
I am the first flower of spring
The first dust of snow
My spirit is free
Timeless time
My heart is open
I know no borders
I am free from burdens
I lay them down
I am free of chains
I am free of expectations
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am the wind
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11. Life (Jackson/Haynes)
You cannot hold me
I am like the tide
I come
I go
On my own timeline
As much as you would like
You cannot place me in your basket
And expect me to stay
As if I were eggs or fruits or fish
I will not stay
Your basket will not contain me
I travel on my own timeline
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11. Life (continued)
Rejoice in the moments so fleeting
You cannot hold me in your basket
I am like the water and will not be contained
I am LIFE
I am LIFE
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12. A World of Dreams (Jackson/Sewell)
A world of dreams
Revolves no more
Familiar arms
I‘m crying for
The nights are long
And moons pass on
The wind it hums
A mournful song
Remember a time of monarchs flight
Misted moon and frosted night
Memory folds into slighted stars
The long departed love. Ours
September now
The timeless time
I hear your steps
We walk in rhyme
Morning wakes
To sparrows song
I reach for you
But you are gone
Remember a time along the sea
When we were children
You and me
Like birds we flew around the sun
A time of peace
My darling one
I will always love you my darling
13. Tender as a Rose (Phil Moore)
She was as tender as a rose
She was as soft as snowy down
And from her head down to her toes
She was a dream that hung around
She was fresh as April
Warm as May
And all the fellows threw their hearts her way
But all of her loving was Joe’s
She was as tender as a rose
13. Tender as a Rose (continued)
I guess that Joe was pretty sick
His feelings went from cold to hot
Her love for him was just a kick
His ego needed her a lot
And when he took her away
She wore a smile
Fate crossed its fingers for that lovely child
For all of her loving was Joe’s
She was as tender as a rose
She came back walking all alone
She came back with a heart of stone
We knew that everything gone wrong
And when you ask her
While she’s out all night
She’ll say brother once I tried to do right
But all of my loving was Joe’s
I was as tender as a rose
I was as tender as a rose
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14. Wild is the Wind
(Ned Washington and Dimitri Tiomkine)
Love me love say you do
Let me fly away with you
Let the wind pour through my soul
So wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress
Satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind pour through my soul
So wild is the wind
You touch me
I hear the sound of violins
You touch me
And my life begins
You're Spring to me
All things to me
You're life itself
Like a leaf clings to a tree
Oh my darling
Cling to me
For we're creatures of the wind
So wild is the wind​​
15. Follow (Jerry Merrick)
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Let the river rock you like a cradle
Climb to the treetops, child, if you’re able
Let your hands tie a knot across the table.
Come and touch the things you cannot feel.
And close your fingertips and fly where I can’t hold you
Let the sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you
And maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you,
If all the things you feel ain’t what they seem.
And don’t mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream.
The mocking bird sings each different song
Each song has wings - they won’t stay long.
Do those who hear think he's doing wrong?
While the church bell tolls its one-note song
And the school bell is tinkling to the throng.
Come here where your ears cannot hear.
And close your eyes, child, and listen to what I’ll tell you
Follow in the darkest night the sounds that may impel you
And the song that I am singing may disturb or serve to quell you
If all the sounds you hear ain’t what they seem,
Then don’t mind me ‘cause I ain’t nothin’ but a dream .
Follow your dreams…