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Document​:​Freedom​:​Spring (Live​!​)

by Jason Luckett

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Stir It Up 04:00
Well, he thought tonight that he'd go all the way But a little baby thing got in the way He was colored and she had none Then they thought about a son That was what they needed to make it freeze It's a cool, cool world, stir it up! We used to boast, but now we fear our melting pot Think about tomorrow, stir it up! Change is dead if you don't push ahead Well, he thought tonight and began to cry About the overwhelming facts against his life Life should be easy, you've got to capitalize But tell me what's life without sacrifice? It's a cool, cool world, stir it up! We used to boast, but now we fear our melting pot Think about tomorrow, stir it up! Change is dead if you don't push ahead Fight man, even when it seems grave We're all result of this hypocrisy and no move is ever safe Give up yourself, think for yourself, You know there's more than today Look at those who took the risk And look how many have been saved Live hard, live true, don't lay down on your back Being trampled underfoot and watching it all pass We can only live to be respected and old If we're not bought or sold On a worthless ideology of ignorance and fear That profits the few and fills our ears Intermarriage, intermingle, Yellow, black, white, red, mixed and single Expand our middle and make it strong I pray you all know that love can't be wrong! Words & Music: Jason Luckett
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Home 02:41
In the fall when you’ve lost your engine you can’t carry any one home Knees are down, and the bloody remnants seem to mock you, go on Home home home home home home home What at all Can you rearrange to Make this sacred space show you? You alone, well that’s never quite the case. Good. Bad. Home home home home home home home In the light of nighttime’s silence do you speak or listen There’s a voice growing stronger Stronger stronger stronger Lay me down in the grace of wonder under no illusion of this Home home home home go on home Words & Music: Jason Luckett
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Reimagine 03:29
Reimagine where you stand Reimagine your next plan Reimagine all you’ve learned Reimagine your concerns   (Chorus) Reimagine and begin Reimagine now is when We were only dreamers while our heroes sang So let’s make a change And let’s find a new way   Reimagine where you’re strong Reimagine right and wrong Reimagine what is just Reimagine who you trust   (Chorus) Reimagine and begin Reimagine now is when We were only dreamers while our heroes sang So let’s make a change And let’s find a new way   (Bridge) Love… I know that you dream about it  Love… No one can live without it When it was new you knew Everything changed   (Chorus) Reimagine and begin Reimagine now is when… Words & Music: Jason Luckett
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Faithful 04:59
If all the answers must roll off my tongue, (then) I’m not ready to sing this song. But I’m singing. Can’t be brave without fear. I don’t know how we do it, (But) we’ve done it for years. Divide to conquer, Yes, we’ve seen it before. Try to build it, We tear down walls There’s no honor in reactionary hate That’s a shallow revolution (And) the weak one’s fade Take care of what you’ve got You’ve got many roads to choose But you and I together are A force that can’t be moved I’m going to be faithful now I’m going to be strong and proud And I may need your help That makes me real Fooled by the laughter, Don’t be fooled by my words I’m not perfect, but I’ll make myself heard And I’ll listen, but don’t waste my time Excuses are a slingshot to your dreams and mine With all the chatter, the greed and despair The grounds seem shaky, but we know it is there Kick off your old shoes, feel the grass and the soil Then we’ll take it to the concrete Sing (out) love to the world Go it alone? Impossible! I don’t need love. Oh, yes, you do! I’m good right here. Oh really? You need me And I need you.
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Looking at a photo of Sonny Rollins He's older than the hills Last survivor of the lions Refusing to standstill I know you cringe When you hear A legend's name recalled But I met Sonny I'm convinced He's worthy of it all In Brooklyn on a bridge I walk up to him I don't believe he talks Not yet born, but he will reach me Of that I am sure I am a man, I shake his hand Humbly, he recalls The days, the hours we endure The makings of it all Yes, he includes me I'll do my best To take all this mess And turn it into beauty Or something more productive Then a game Or a test I'm taking pictures, making music Mixing frowns and smiles Quincy Jones once kissed my hand This journey has been wild With fifty cents to my name I practice all the time What becomes of love and sweat's The wonder of it all Yes, it's the wonder The wonder of it all Take all this mess And turn it into beauty Or something more productive Then a game Or a test I'm going to walk up to the wonder I'm going to walk up to the wonder I'm going to shake her hand
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My Return 03:16
Life is like a call to where you are already standing. What’s the rush? Laughs are big and small and they can hurt you some, but mostly they will not And when I fall in love again I will carry all this in With hope it’s sorted and scrubbed My old lines bring a tear to my eye But I’ll return, my friend Holding on to what is gone — it rarely does a person any good (So) why do I think I can help you reach a place I know I cannot go When I fall in love again I will carry all this in With hope I’ve wisdom to lend My old lines bring tears to my eyes But I’ll return, my friend Another evening Another fall Another weekend Staring at a wall Life is precious Life is short and Patience and inertia aren’t the same My old lines brings tears to my eyes But I’ll return, my friend
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Stack of 45s 04:22
I don't know what this song is about But I think if I sing it out loud She will notice me and I will see heaven in her eyes And that day she'll be the only song in town Happiness is a hi-fi stereo Big fat knobs and a stack of 45s My father's dancing with my wife And I am making tea I know that she's the only one for me Tell me what you see Looking down as we Carry on your medley What can you tell me? What can you tell me? I'm going on A puzzle cube sits on my desk I prefer all the colors messed up you know My father died in '99 Coffee is my drink (And) the taste of love is distant memory Tell me what you see Looking down as we Carry on your medley What can you tell me? What can you tell me? I'm going on I don't know what this song is about But I think if I sing it out loud The songs will come like 45s Stacked on father's old hi-fi And we'll love and dance and sing until we die Tell me what you see Looking down as we Carry on your medley What can you tell me? What can you tell me? I'm going on
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I only wanted to hold your hand Sing you something that you'd understand But you left me here wondering If I had just lost mind Since the moment that I laid down Seems you stopped wanting me around What can I do I've made it so clear You can put your trust in me Is it a bad man that you want I've had my moments But my toughest face is just a masquerade. If you want to dance, I'll put four in the floor But if this is play, I'm out the door As Ike said to John’s girl I stand accused, I’ve made you my world It’s all right, it’s all right for me (it’s good for me) But tell me what am I to you? Is it a bad man that you want I've had my moments But my toughest face is just a masquerade. If you want to dance, I'll put four in the floor But if this is play, I'm out the door Now I’m leaving Gone for good Now you’re begging Yeah, I knew you would I knew you would
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Waiting for the sun to rise, I lay myself to sleep, Simple as the time before, When you were here with me, And we would dance like lovers Before the passage of time Soil beneath my fingernails, Remaining from today In the quiet of this room, I can hear you say "This evening we've been given, Is worth the costs of the day "And all of the love they have taken from us Was mostly our joy to give "And oh, my love My one true love I'm glad now it's all for you" Waiting for this sleep to come I feel closer still 67 years And now my only will is that We will dance like lovers before the passage of time Now I see her smile and she is reaching her hand to me And oh my love, My one true love I'm glad It was you and me
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This Love 03:18
Is that...? It has to be cause every time you look at me  I know the Spring has past but we're the same Your song still sends me To that dawn in paradise How we dreamed our days! We said we'd live like that forevermore And that's here in this love What could they say to this? I don't regret a single bit. I'm told it's autumn now and yet I sing Better still, with you! Your touch thrills me like that dream We dreamed long ago We didn't lose while we were hiding out We grew...  Into this love Words: Jason Luckett Music: Eric Reed
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Stepping from the dark into the light, Mid-conversation In an introspective mood Fashioning songs from debates Will this film go from paper to screen, Song to dance? And I love to see you smile when you’ve made your point I love to see you frown when magic trumps reason Every day we search Every day we find we can’t figure it out Yet somehow we dance My feet stand on wood joining wood The imperfections say I’m blessed Not the first Mirror on one wall I pull out my guitar The little box fills the larger one And I love to see you smile when you’ve made your point I love to see you frown when magic trumps reason Every day we search Every day we find we can’t figure it out Yet somehow we dance Solitude does not exclude community Though I’m certain I need a little time sometimes We stutter step on syllables Rope a dope Then embrace We spar in sport Make art in love And I love to see you smile when you’ve made your point I love to see you frown when magic trumps reason Every day we search Every day we find we can’t figure it out Yet somehow we dance Somehow we dance
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We can't face the weather If we won't go outside Why would you ask me? Why should I try? Holding on to hoping For a change to come Outside change is raining I'm reaching for the sun Let it shine let it shine I'm dancing to the music let it shine it's our moment in the sun there's still place for conflict I give that due respect tell me what you're needing I’ll try to do my best my hope is to be gracious my hope is you'll be too. leave heartbreak and protection behind neither helps you move Let it shine let it shine I'm dancing to the music let it shine it's our moment in the sun I've got great expectations I'm old enough to know Just because you want it Doesn't make it so But holding on to hoping for better than cliché sometimes you got to let go kick doubt out of your way
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Daydream 03:09
carry me up to be received we're drinking coffee at 10am newspaper deaths thirty years, one day a folk singer says i ain't scared and tears fall as i daydream of martin luther king fulfilled (can you feel...?) carry me up to receive 'cos despair as fate is nonsense to me sun warms us through our windows but my friend and i must go outside with knowledge from these conversations we must act at least in song can you feel? you're not alone! can you feel? carry me up to believe that words of peace stir collective souls that we'll be moved by nonviolent hands that my passion's not nostalgic and tears rise as i daydream and i begin to smile can you feel? you're not alone! can you feel you're not alone! can you feel... can you feel... you're not alone! you're not alone!
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When all the world takes a seat and we began to spar Our memories take the heat and our fancies take the car Driving dreams — now recollections — of who we’re meant to be Greater than the little lives our champions believed When staring at the stars The summer nights are ours To seed If only it were quiet as my room at seventeen Dreaming of Sinatra’s life, as best as I could glean Easy times, swinging times, stage and radio Then it was mine, the wine was fine, and I could go go go! When staring at the stars The summer nights are ours To seed Caught between the working class and moneyed men of means Juxtapose to compose, the fight was to be seen Behind doors, unfinished wars were my legacy But we shined at half-past nine, the crowd moved like the sea When staring at the stars The summer nights are ours To seed After tour my hands would ache, and I’d weigh the cost We’d pack the car, the two of us, our pens and our guitars Creating anything we’d like, free from all demands Just to find our greatest gift is giving all we can When all the world takes a seat, it is us and them A family (did you guess?), together we are one As messy as the common spaces of our lives can be A certain harmony can lift us up to clarity
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Miracle 09:08

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Liner Notes:

On June 18, 2021, we believed the dangers of the pandemic were about to definitively recede into our rear view mirrors. There were many reasons for this — high vaccine uptake, low case rates, no variants had made an impact. We gathered at a beautiful little theater in San Pedro, California for the first in-person show of an NEA funded concert series called “Roots and Rambles.” Taran Schindler of The Warner Grand Foundation put this together. We’d been talking about doing a virtual show for about a year at this point, but as it got closer to the show date, things started to open up, so we decided to it in person. Since the show was grant funded, there needed to be an educational element, so I went out there to lead a songwriting workshop about three weeks prior in a little organic garden across the street from The Grand Annex. It went really well and it was so sweet to work with live humans in person after more than a year. Afterwards, Taran, showed me the space where I’d play. And on the stage was a piano!

Seeing a grand piano on the Annex stage… well, the sun shot rays through the clouds to show me the way! Over the pandemic I had brought a short (61-key) keyboard home from my studio, and I was starting to write a little bit with it, but I probably hadn’t put my hands on a real piano for probably 4 or 5 years. I’d never played piano in a show, unless you count a couple times when I was in Middle School and High School. Touching this piano now, I thought, “This is crazy, but I’m going to use it!”

Leading up to the show, the CDC allowed capacity for the room kept increasing and my excitement built. Taran told me their audiences liked to really hear the stories behind the songs, so I tried to build a show that was a retrospective journey and also a chance to share new songs with fresh stories.

So that’s what this is. Building from “Stir it Up,” written when the Rainbow Coalition and The United Colors of Benetton were fresh, before Jesse Jackson said we should call ourselves African-American, to the arrival of “Ours to Seed,” which explores some similar themes from the grand to intimate. Both are played on piano instead of guitar, where they were written 30+ years apart. I point this out because language has changed and changed again, but what remains constant is curiosity, the willingness to stumble and engage, in service of building connections between people: people I meet, people I want to meet, and people I want you to meet.

What you have here is pretty much everything that went on in the room captured by a few mics set up for the live show, where I move from station to station to play different instruments. It was a playground! I’m elated, centered, pensive, I ramble, I ask questions and I try to direct a singalong. Luckily, the folks in the audience laugh and talk back loudly enough at times so you get a sense of what it was like in the room.

The title, “Document:Freedom:Spring,” I dunno, it’s probably pretentious. Lots of my album titles might be. This one comes from the starting point of, “It is, what it is,” a fairly rudimentarily captured moment in time.

AND, It documents half a lifetime’s worth of material. It documents a moment in our culture’s pandemic, where we were starting to feel free again. I felt extraordinarily free to have the opportunity to play again. Even more so, I felt free to be able to stretch out, play piano, my Brazilian-style nylon string guitar, my trusty dreadnought, and my Tele-styled electric, with no time constraint.

This album documents a room filled with loved ones and strangers (yet still sitting far apart, mind you). I love hearing the familiar laughs, the new voices, and the supportive energy in the singing and applause. It documents a cultural moment where hard truths had been exposed, but we hoped that awareness would bring more harmony. I still hope. And I think you do, too. That’s the “Spring” of it, as well as, the season we met.

No need to tell too much of the stories behind the songs here because I do my best in the intros. I went back and forth about how to cut the songs and ultimately decided to keep the intros separate from the rest of the song. But I hope you’ll listen to the album start to finish, maybe on a long walk, a drive. I just hope you’ll be dropped into the room with us and follow along. Ray Moore did such a good job to highlight the energy and intimacy of the room with his mastering. I’m so grateful for him! (Just a note, this will sound best if you download it and add it to your music player. There are no unintentional gaps if you play it through Apple Music or whatever you use to play your downloads.)

I’m also grateful to Jacki Moo for filming, to Larson for following me around the stations and working the sound, to Natalie Gonzales for facilitating the video, to Joselyn Wilkinson for recommending me, and to Taran Schindler for bringing me in and opening up this space! It was just an amazing experience!

Soon a new studio album will begin.

Right now, I’m so excited for you to hear songs you probably haven’t heard, and how some of your old favorites have developed over the years!

Peace and love,

Jason

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released October 21, 2022

Jason, guitar, piano, vocals.
Jacki Moo, video.
Larson, sound.
Taran, mc.
Audience, love.
Steven Simko, photos.
Raymond Moore, mastering.

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Jason Luckett Los Angeles, California

Jason’s performed music and read his work worldwide from the LA Library to the Glastonbury Festival. Joyfully obliterating his own comfort level, he writes, sings, and plays to break down barriers between cultures and genders with compassionate honesty. His new album is Document:Freedom:Spring (Live). ... more

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