Mark is like Picasso...of the voice. He paints the music...it is harsh as a bulldozer one moment and then as tender as a baby bird's feather the next. There is no other artist of this caliber alive on earth today as far as I am concerned. His music is moving and powerful...more so than the strongest drug. It is healing and mind-altering.
I heard Mark Murphy perform this live at the Balcony in Pgh accompanied by the fantastic Dave Budway. A truly breathtaking performance! Thank you for posting.
OHHHH how I miss the Balcony! I saw Mark there twice. I also saw him in Miami and we talked. When I mentioned having seen him at the Balcony, he said "Oh mannnn, can you believe they shut that place down??". Astounding artist, and a good man! He is missed.
Beautiful version. Mark is a master. Though his "facts" of the musical are inaccurate:). The song is sung by a young woman who hasn't seen the sun for thirteen years because she now lives with a secret group that lives in a deparment store. Still.... Mark's interpretation is so beautiful...
I remember sky It was blue as ink Or at least I think I remember sky I remember snow Soft as feathers Sharp as thumb tacks Coming down like lint And it made you squint When the wind would blow And ice like vinyl On the streets Cold as silver White as sheets Rain like strings And changing things Like leaves I remember leaves Green as spearmint Crisp as paper I remember trees Bare as coat racks Spread like broken umbrellas And parks and bridges Ponds and zoos Ruddy faces Muddy shoes Light and noise and Bees and boys And days I remember days Or at least I try But as years go by They're sort of haze And the bluest ink Isn't really sky And at times I think I would gladly die For a day of sky
Francesca Miano .. of course , i wrote that because i met him in Copenhagen after a concert and we went to a bar for a few drinks and the next day he left a message on my answering machine asking if we could meet in town as he needed to buy a camera and an umbrella.. but I was asleep.. same day he left to another city for a gig.. that’s the story..🙏
Mark is like Picasso...of the voice. He paints the music...it is harsh as a bulldozer one moment and then as tender as a baby bird's feather the next. There is no other artist of this caliber alive on earth today as far as I am concerned. His music is moving and powerful...more so than the strongest drug. It is healing and mind-altering.
RIP Mark my friend. A sweet man and master singer. We miss you.
Just one of the many beautiful songs that Mark sings that transport me to a special place.
I heard Mark Murphy perform this live at the Balcony in Pgh accompanied by the fantastic Dave Budway. A truly breathtaking performance! Thank you for posting.
OHHHH how I miss the Balcony! I saw Mark there twice. I also saw him in Miami and we talked. When I mentioned having seen him at the Balcony, he said "Oh mannnn, can you believe they shut that place down??". Astounding artist, and a good man! He is missed.
Speak Low...the song for a maicquin at Macy’s...Academy award winning song and Movie....the best
Marvellous!
Transcendent...
i absolutrly agree thanks for your eloquent words
Beautiful version. Mark is a master. Though his "facts" of the musical are inaccurate:). The song is sung by a young woman who hasn't seen the sun for thirteen years because she now lives with a secret group that lives in a deparment store. Still.... Mark's interpretation is so beautiful...
Mark definitely got the plot mixed up with the "Twilight Zone" episode about a store mannequin temporarily coming to life.
@@francescamiano8394 I know... but I like his version better! I would love to see a Sondheim musical about that!
..Master Murphy, sings.."Remember"
I remember sky
It was blue as ink
Or at least I think
I remember sky
I remember snow
Soft as feathers
Sharp as thumb tacks
Coming down like lint
And it made you squint
When the wind would blow
And ice like vinyl
On the streets
Cold as silver
White as sheets
Rain like strings
And changing things
Like leaves
I remember leaves
Green as spearmint
Crisp as paper
I remember trees
Bare as coat racks
Spread like broken umbrellas
And parks and bridges
Ponds and zoos
Ruddy faces
Muddy shoes
Light and noise and
Bees and boys
And days
I remember days
Or at least I try
But as years go by
They're sort of haze
And the bluest ink
Isn't really sky
And at times I think
I would gladly die
For a day of sky
Thank you mark... gonna soon get the camera and umbrella you need...
Do you realize that Mark passed away on October 22, 2015?
Francesca Miano .. of course , i wrote that because i met him in Copenhagen after a concert and we went to a bar for a few drinks and the next day he left a message on my answering machine asking if we could meet in town as he needed to buy a camera and an umbrella.. but I was asleep.. same day he left to another city for a gig.. that’s the story..🙏