There comes a time when even those with restless souls must rest. When they must lay aside their want to seize a golden quiet I never thought I could so clean give up the fire burning But even warmth can grow too hot if it burns the one who trusts it and the cool, if checked, that calms her down, can soothe the one who loves it. »
Archive for June, 2011
Piano improvisation with a Noir-Nostalgia-Musical Quoting Bent
An improvised piece that borrows from a 1930’s and ’40s L.A. Noir sound, a nostalgic one, and another that uses the chords present (or similar to the ones found in) in Chick Corea’s “Senor Mouse” and W.G. Snuffy Walden’s theme to 1990’s show, “My So-Called Life”. Piano by Deborah Stokol, January 2011. Noir/Nostalgia/Senor Mouse quote-Stokol... »
Can’t Help Loving Dat Man of Mine, Cover
An interpretation of the old Showboat standard. Singing and piano by Deborah Stokol, 2001. Recorded at the Colburn School. Can’t Help Loving Dat That Man of Mine, Deborah Stokol 2001 Cover »
Alice in Wonderland
A cover of Bill Evans’ Alice in Wonderland, played by Deborah Stokol, and recorded December 2001 at Los Angeles’ Colburn School of Music. Alice in Wonderland, Deborah Stokol 2001 cover »
Protected: The Sad Princess
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Protected: A Case of the Mondays
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Protected: Plant(ing)
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Guten Morgen, Herr Doktor
From June, 2010. Reaching under the tiny drawer on the stand beneath the telephone, he found the thick book. He took it out, brought it to the table and sat down. He opened it and slowly began paging through the wide tome. A doctor, yes, he thought. He needed a doctor. Index finger sliding down the... »
Late Night Barreling
Most people view L.A as a destination but not an arrival. And as for late night barreling down hills and near empty L.A. streets…I think of driving fast like I do coloring: free form’s fine as long as you stay within the lines. »
A Bit of Truth
I glimpsed a bit of truth the other night while driving up Benedict Canyon. In trying to answer the question ‘what is LA?’ I realized it’s in the question, not the response. L.A. is the only city that permits ‘permanent transience’ not simply to transcend the level of oxymoron but to achieve a necessary... »