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 | Jeri BrownImage In The Mirror : The TriptychLabel: Justin Time | Vocal Jazz | February 13, 2001Format UPC Order # Unit Price |
Credits Jeri Brown voice Milton Sealey piano Avery Sharpe acoustic bass and electric bass Grady Tate drums and voice (on tracks 08 and 10) Production Credits | TracksNo Title Duration Excerpts 01 Image In The Mirror 00:05:21 03 All At Once 00:06:08 04 My Fragile Heart 00:05:13 06 Who's Been Loving You? 00:05:09 08 Alone With You 00:03:00 09 I'm In Love Again 00:03:56 10 You're My World 00:03:56 11 The Dragonfly And The Pearl 00:04:43 Liner NotesImage In The MirrorThe musical Image In The Mirror: The Triptych is a fictional dramatic piece conceived and produced by Jeri Brown. Introduction Evening. A room in an old house, with walls of dark oak, lit only by the moonlight that opens through the window, and the glow from the fire that is burning on the spectator's left. A dark, narrow street can be seen outside, and a door to the right of the window opens directly on it. Opposite the fire is a kitchen dresser with cups and plates. A high-backed oak chair is turned with its back to the window. In the middle of the room stands a table with a red cover. There are chairs on either side of it. On the stove, a kettle is keeping itself warm while overhead, hanging, a small light is turned very low. On the stove, a kettle is keeping itself worm while overhead, hanging, a small light is turned very low. A figure quickly passes the window, and, with a click of the latch, Jeri enters. She hangs up her coat by the door, gives a little shiver and runs to warm herself for a moment. Then, having turned on the light, she pours a cup of water for tea. Crossing the room she takes a setting out for two. She hears a sound and goes to the window, but returns to her work, disappointed. She puts a spoonful of sugar and a tea bag into a cup. Something attracts her; she listens, her face stiffening. Her attention is carried over to a mirror on the dresser by the teapot. She sings! Act One - Breathless Glancing at the door leading to her bedroom. You know we can't be all ideals. Right now I am in love. I almost believe that nothing matters. Is it possible! Love! I've found it at last. To think that I've seen him everyday, and never dreamed ... dreamed! My heart seems full of the early morning. I want to soar up! My shoulders tingle! I have been sitting on the moon ever so long, wolfing for my lover. She sings! Act Two - Despair Appearing serious. I am a self-made woman, as the foolish phrase has it - a woman whose early years were spent in savage and desolate places, where the devil had much to say: a woman in whom whatever there once had been of natural kindness was very soon kicked out. I was poor, and loneIy, for twenty-two years; I have been financially stable and lonely for ten. My money has been honest enough, but poverty and despair have left their mark on me, and you will find few women with a good word to say for me. I keep to myself; I display no polish, or culture, or tastes. Art wearies me; literature sends me to sleep. With a sad face. It wasn't always this way, however. In a little town in Pennsylvania - a coal mining town - I met a man whom I loved. He was what is technically known as a ladies' man. He left me for another woman. I followed them to Texas and in a no-name town there I shot the woman. I wanted him to take me back, but he refused. That has been my solitary love affair, and I shall never love any man again as I loved him. I can't feel anything now but emptiness and darkness. Nearly breaking down. You don't seem to realize what it's costing me to bear up like I am doing! My heart's fit to break! When I see the little trifles, those insignificant things that belonged to him lying around, and think he'll never use them again. He won't come back to me! I knew him by his clothing the most. Pause. And it is clear that there is nothing, nothing, nothing left in our lives together. I felt I was a bit of a nuisance to him after a while, kind of pitiful, you know. So, in time I found someone who'd think it a pleasure to look after me. She goes to the door. He even wants to marry me. Get married! Hes out of his senses. She smiles. And time has passed. You know I should be getting on with my life. But I wonder about him a lot. I still love him so. She sings! Act Three Restoration Soft music in the background. She reaches for a shawl. Man is kind of heart, spiritual in nature. That is a GOOD man. She happily sighs. One must not fulfill the will of others, or impose one's will on others. We must be appreciative. Looking back to the bedroom, and back again with a smile. Our love has been constant as if ordained by the stars above. We love. It's clear. And we know it through and through. Now I know what joy is! After a long pause. The universe and I flow to one rhythm - just like the sea carries the waves to the next peak! My Love. My Flame! She sings! |
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