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KATHLEEN GEGAN’S MUSIC AND ART:

GIFTS TO BE CHERISHED

song of chat edited mp3 10.7 MB one rendition.mp3
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Neal Starkey is revered throughout

the southeast U. S. as one of  the finest bass players

in jazz and classical music.

He  is  known as  “Awesome Neal,” and brings genius

to his recording of  his “first take” of  Kathleen’s music.

His performances include W. C. Handy Music Festival,

The Atlanta Ballet, and symphonies.

He is in constant demand with local jazz clubs & private venues.

Life is full of mystery, and its greatest mystery is love.

Kathleen Gegan’s music radiates love, and as such is

suffused with mystery. Her music is chant-like, but is

not chant. It breathes the aura of  ages past, yet is very

much of the present. There is timelessness to her art:

it sounds as if it was written today, yet always existed,

tapping into a reservoir of Cosmic Consciousness.

Just as a lover bares body, mind and soul before the

beloved, so Kathleen bares the innermost recesses of her

heart in her songs. She suffers, rejoices, …exults.

She expresses fears, and doubts, strengths & convictions.

She shares failures and triumphs, sorrows and joys.

Kathleen is unafraid to weep in anguish or explode in …

beatific ecstasy. She takes us to the stars and beyond.

She takes us deep inside to the spirit within.

Her music probes the cosmic questions –Where did we

come from? Why are we here?  Where do we go when

we leave this sphere of existence? Kathleen doesn’t

pretend to have all the answers, but she taps

a wellspring of wisdom that brings us closer to the truth. Kathleen and her art are gifts to be cherished

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You are listening me sing the acapella version of my music to Cousin Sidney’s poem.

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Sidney Lanier, (1842-1881), wrote the poem

The Song of The Chattahoochee in 1877.

He was Poet Laureate of Georgia, Confederate

soldier, child prodigy of  violin, flute, organ,

piano,  guitar, & banjo. His literary works

survive due to the love and dedication

of  his wife, Mary Day Lanier.

Kathleen R. H. Gegan,

a descendant of  Sidney Lanier,

composed the music for his poem,

The Song of The Chattahoochee,

when she was in grammar school.

Her solo performances include:

Woodruff  Memorial Arts Center:

The HIGH Museum, Wieland Pavilion,

& Walter Hill Auditorium;

Concerts On Peachtree,

in conjunction with ‘96 Olympics;

Hamilton City Hall Rotunda, Bermuda;

Atlanta Audio Society;

The Cathedral of  St. Philip, Atlanta;

Global Health & Humanitarian Summit,

Emory University;

The Dome, Grande Anse, Grenada, West Indies;

& Trykimuuseum, Tartu, Estonia..

 

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3.)   High o’er the hills of Habersham,

Veiling the valleys of Hall,

The hickory told me manifold

Fair tales of shade, the poplar tall

Wrought me her shadowy self to hold,

The chestnut, the oak, the walnut, the pine,

Overleaning with flickering meaning and sign,

Said, Pass not, so cold, these manifold

Deep shades of the hills of Habersham,

These glades in the valleys of Hall.

 

2.)   All down the hills of Habersham,

All through the valleys of Hall,

The rushes cried Abide, abide,

The willful waterweeds held me thrall,

The laving laurel turned my tide,

The ferns and the fondling grass said Stay,

The dewberry dipped for to work delay,

And the little reeds sighed Abide, abide,

Here in the hills of Habersham,

Here in the valleys of Hall.

 

 

1.)   Out of the hills of Habersham,

Down the valleys of Hall,

I hurry amain to reach the plain,

Run the rapid and leap the fall,

Split at the rock and together again,

Accept my bed, or narrow or wide,

And flee from folly on every side

With a lover’s pain to attain the plain,

Far from the hills of Habersham,

      Far from the valleys of Hall.

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4.)   And oft in the hills of Habersham,

And oft in the valleys of Hall,

The white quartz shone,

and the smooth brook-stone

Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl,

And many a luminous jewel lone-

Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist,

Ruby, garnet and amethyst—

Made lures with the lights of streaming stone

In the clefts of the hills of Habersham,

In the beds of the valleys of Hall.

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5.)   But oh, not the hills of Habersham,

And oh, not the valleys of Hall

Avail: I am fain for to water the plain.

Downward the voices of Duty call—

Downward to toil and be mixed with the main,

The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn,

And a myriad flowers mortally yearn,

And the lordly main from beyond the plain

Calls o’er the hills of Habersham,

Calls through the valleys of Hall.

 

Poem:  1877 by Sidney Lanier, Poet Laureate of Georgia

Music:  1957 Kathleen R. Gegan

 

Derrick Henry

former Classical Music reviewer

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

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