jaramar soto

	“WAIT FOR THE RAIN Caída Libre (trío de jazz)
1. RED RIVER VALLEY (Tradicional / Traditional) 5:37 2. THE MAN I LOVE (George & Ira Gershwin) 4:09 3. AIN’T NO SUNSHINE (Bill Withers) 3:43 4. MY FUNNY VALENTINE (Richard Rodgers / Lorenz Hart, Babes in Arms.) 5:39 5. STORMY WEATHER (Ted Koehler / Harold Arlen) 4.28 6. NE ME QUITTE PAS (Jacques Brel) 5:31 7. IT AIN’T NECESSARILY SO (George & Ira Gershwin, Porgy and Bess) 4:33 8. INTO THE STORM (Jaramar Soto) 4:22 9. ROUND MIDNIGHT (Bernie Hanighen / Thelonious Monk ) 6:18 10. LA JAVANAISE (Serge Gainsbourg) 5:15 11. MOON RIVER (Henry Mancini / Johnny Mercer, Breakfast at Tiffany’s) 3:57 12. STRANGE FRUIT (Abel Meeropol) 5:53 13. OVER THE RAINBOW (E. Y. Harburg / Harold Arlen) 4:15 14. AMAZING GRACE (John Newton) 4:10
Jaramar: voz / voice. Alejandro Alfaro: guitarra / guitar. Eliud Ernandes: contrabajo / double bass. Arreglos / Arrangements: Alejandro Alfaro, Eliud Ernandes. Gerry Rosado: producción musical, edición, mezcla, masterización / musical production, editing, mix and master. Roy Cañedo: grabación / recording. Fotografías portada e interiores / Photos: Michel Amado Carpio Diseño / Design: Avelino Sordo Vilchis (Rayuela Diseño Editorial) Producción ejecutiva y coordinación general / Executive production and general coordination: Jaramar Soto Grabado en Zona de Intolerancia, Ciudad de México, Julio 2014 / Recorded in Zona de Intolerancia Studio, Mexico City, July 2014. La producción contó con el apoyo de: la Fundación Sebastián A.C., Avansa S.A. de C.V., Ramos Ripoll & Schuster y The Jazz Place. www.facebook.com/jaramarconcaidalibre

Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear a strange fruit,

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,

The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,

Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh,

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,

For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,

For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,

Here is a strange and bitter crop.