Sardines and Oranges, an original jazz piece composed and performed by Mark Snyder. Inspired by Frank O’Hara’s poem “Why I Am Not A Painter.”
Sardines and Oranges
19 Thursday Sep 2013
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inSardines and Oranges, an original jazz piece composed and performed by Mark Snyder. Inspired by Frank O’Hara’s poem “Why I Am Not A Painter.”
20 Saturday Apr 2013
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"wages of sin", bass guitar, blues, death, jazz, music, New Orleans, St. James Infirmary, traditional, trumpet
St. James Infirmary Blues (traditional). All parts (vocals, bass guitar, trumpet) performed by Mark Snyder.
I have wanted to record this for a long time. This song goes back about 400 years and has a fascinating history.
I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She’s laid out on a cold white table,
So cold, so white, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
She’ll never find a man like me.
Oh, when I die, bury me
In my high top Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys will know I died standing pat.
I want six crap shooters for pall bearers.
Chorus gonna to sing me a song.
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon.
Raise Hell as I roll along.
Now that I’ve told my story,
I’ll take another shot of booze.
And if anyone should happen to ask you,
I’ve got those St. James Infirmary blues.
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