Tapestries of Time (CD)

$16.00

A Powerful collection of lush melodies dripping with introspection and passion. Stunning performances and episodic composition…dazzling chance taking..

“Ms. Sweeten has the fingers of an angel and the heart of a warrior. She has won her own personal fight with cancer and helps others to do the same, all the while trying to protect the animals that get thrown in the middle. Some people are heroes. They don’t wear capes but they do fly. Ann Sweeten is one of those. Music is her super power and she uses it with dead on laser accuracy. Beauty, grace and selflessness come out of every note. If you want an album that will take your breath away, you won’t want to miss Tapestries of Time.”
-Muzikreviews.com, Rating: 5 Stars

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The pieces on this album have to do with time in some concept or other. There may be a direct reference, a captured moment, an isolated experience or inspiration drawn from a particular event, the idea of infinity and limitless possibility. Some of the titles, including the very album title, speak for themselves such as “Afterglow,” “The Hourglass,” “Endless Sky” and “CAVU” (an aviation term for “Ceiling and Visibility Unlimited”) dedicated to my Father, a former WWII Navy Pilot.

“Hypnotique” was written during Hurricane Sandy’s raging wrath. Fortunately, living where I do, we did not experience the severe devastation in NY, NJ and the surrounding areas. Rather, the high winds and dramatic skies lulled me into a cocoon of creativity, effectively hypnotized by the power of nature. “Of Clouds and Dreams,” was written during the February 2013 Blizzard – that powdery white stuff is also pretty compelling to both writers and composers.

In March of 2013, I was vacationing in Cozumel, Mexico and was out driving around the island when we came upon a small hotel, very rustic, no electricity to speak of, but looking out on wild seas and jagged cliffs. It was, in a word, beautiful. Then I noticed the little sign for it, which said, “Ventanas Al Mar” – Windows to the Sea – and I thought it a perfect title echoing the idea of time in the endless, limitless view, it so graciously offered.

Sometimes, the idea of waiting – caged, tethered or bound – is so devastatingly injurious, so monumentally depressing, that it sadly becomes the bleakest tapestry an innocent experiences. “Send Me an Angel” was written for and is dedicated to all Laboratory Animals, in the here and now, and to all those that have gone before, finally free of their unconscionable suffering. It is written from their perspective:

“I tried so hard throughout the years,
To hold to hope through dreaded fear.
I’ve wished so hard amidst the tears,
For simple freedom, strange souvenir.
Angel, Send me an Angel now,
For I’m so weary, Help me, somehow…”
A.S.

Let us pray that “there will come a time when the world will look back to modern vivisection in the name of Science, as they now look back upon burning witches at the stake in the name of Religion”.
Henry J. Bigelow, MD

“Atrocities are not less atrocities when they occur in laboratories and are called “Medical Research”.
George Bernard Shaw

“Riversong” is about a place dear to my heart that remains timeless – there long before me and certain to remain long after. Conversely, my memories there, fleeting moments of sunlight framed by the banks of this most majestic waterway, are almost mocked, by the river’s never-ending flow.

“The Great Divide,” which was inspired by a poem I wrote many years ago, speaks to the line between childhood and adulthood. The song “Toyland,” (music by Victor Herbert, lyrics by Mel Leven and Glen MacDonough) states that “once you cross its’ borders, you can never return again.” But my poem, which follows here, actually implies that though there is the psychological and emotional chasm between the two entities of child and adult, the 2 characters in the poem, are one and the same and not really so far apart after all, especially when one is careful to keep alive the magical light of one’s inner child!

The Great Divide

I reached out my hand to the little child
And though she clung to me, I couldn’t cross the great divide.
I see she’s fair like me, has eyes like me
But is blind to whom she’ll be.

Little one, I’d love to come and play,
but through the many years, all my dolls I’ve put away.
Now, go ahead without me, play without a care,
Build your castles in the sand, I’ll picture myself there.

I look to her to find the seeds for all I sow.
She always loves to see me and hates it when I go.
We share our stories and she doesn’t seem to mind,
My castles and my princes are of just a different kind.

Little one, perhaps another day,
I know you’ll come and find me, If I chance to slip away.
So go along without me, play without a care
Build your castles in the sand, I’ll always be right there.

Despite the distance, we’re not so far apart.
I keep her safe inside me, her heart’s within my heart.
We love to laugh and hate to cry. We build our bridges to the sky….
But when my castle burned and all my princes fade
She turns and somehow knows, you get but one parade.
A.S.

In life, the hourglass is yours…may the tapestries you weave therein be rich and filled with love,
Ann Sweeten