Jason Rubero: Music

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Ahhhh.... muted trumpets upon muted trumpets.  I'm in heaven!

This was written after (during?) a trip to Helsinki during the extremely frigid winter in 2000.  The deep freeze was positively surreal at that lattitude, and everything around me was like a hazy, near-Arctic dream.

Love the vibes and percussion on this.  There is NO guitar on this song.  It's all done with multi-tracked bass.

Violet helped me on this one - at age 7!!  If you listen closely, you can hear her say "Well, let's listen to what we did" at the end of the song.  CUTE.

'Surreal to be here' - I spoke to the air
Slipping down the cobbled lane
There's a cold, orange disk, punched in the night
Chipping at the neon and the flashing lights

There's a rainbow out my window
Though the sun's not even up
The color's form an arc, appearing just above
The Baltic Sea, which looks like lapis
Under a gun-metal sky
And Stockholm looks like a forest fire

Russian beauty glides by, in high-heeled legs
Jeweled eyes set in skin of carved snow
She's wrapped like a gift, in velvet and ice
Shimmering and silent as Aurora's lights
Which I've seen twice before
As a star-struck child
One who saw the beauty
But did not recognize

The flawless brush of God
As it swept the canvas sky