'rosegarden' - a space in the fullness of time, an interlace of shadow and light, color and texture, cultivation and wilderness, an evocation of the harmonies and rhythms of earth, life, and of the universe in its many emotions ...
Enter a landscape of countryside and chapel, forest and sea. Jane's gentle vocals and the crystalline bell-like tones of her ancient Celtic metal-strung harp weave together in mystic, spacious, and playful impressions of a garden that dwells in the heart of each moment.
Featured are songs sung in Welsh and Gaelic, a Renaissance motet, a serene 19th century French composition, and enchanted musical journeys inspired by melodies from 13th century Orkney Islands and by a 16th century Irish aire. Also included are several poetic original songs and compositions suffused with echoes from times past and imagery from the natural world. Here is a music that rings with both passion and grace.
"[The music is an] evocative mood of tranquility and peace, beauty, and ancient mystery in the mix of pieces both ancient and new. Jane's arrangements are never overdone and her harping is excellent. She is a lyrical, tender musician of great imagination and emotional expressiveness."
- THE FOLK HARP JOURNAL
Songs: Gymnopedies 3 by Erik Satie, Rose Song, Hymn to St. Magnus (Nobilis humilis), Aderyn du a'i blufyn sidan (O Blackbird of Silken Wings), A Luminous Sea, Dawn Redwoods, A Rose for Bea, Cum essem parvulus (When I was a Child), St. Brigit's Hymn, Bodach Beag A Loinean (The Little Old Man of the Pond), Zoo School, New Year's Day
"[RoseGarden] is an album obviously created with love and care. The instrumentation is beautiful and soothing, a relaxed New Age recording with a slight Celtic and old world flavoring. The instrumentals shine. 'Hymn To St. Magnus' and 'A Rose For Bea' create pictures of the sea and a garden, respectively, without saying a word ..."
- VICTORY REVIEW
released May 1, 2000
Wire-strung harps, vocals, gut-strung Gothic harp, nylon-strung harp, African harp, tabla, oboe. Guest musicians: Verlene Schermer, Barry Phillips, Debra Knodel, Vicki Parrish, Drew Niles, and Bill Kiefer
Gathering roses one day he came by my garden
Saying, "I was drawn by the sweet scent of the roses you tend.
I'll drop all these if I can but have yours.
For your roses, newly blooming promise delights I seldom enjoy."
His eyes were gray as is a falcon
Face roughened of wandering the distant lands.
But tender was his touch as he admired each rose.
Deftly he broke each flower from its stem.
Time came that I must tend to ripening fields, abandoning roses.
Another I found who would stay through the harvest.
It saddened me that my falcon must fly
But no spirit had he for toiling earth's richness.
This day as the sun lowered in the winter sky
I smiled to see fresh petals blowing across the forgotten path.
And though I smell the scorch, bread burning on the hearth,
I'll wait here in the lengthening shadows,
for I know he returns
he returns to me
Track Name: New Year's Day
The water looks like the sky
blue into blue
Constellations leaping on the whitecaps
Fields on the headlands, ferns
bunches of yellow flowers
--I don't know what they are
Logs on the shore below
exhausted by the tide