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The Tao of Time

by Jim Roberts

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Captain Time and his Craic (Pronounced crack) Crew ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) Roll Call for the Captain! Okay boys, are you ready for the journey - ahhhh Stand and be counted - ouuuuuw~! Historians! - ahhhh Moralists! – xo@%@! Distractors! – nana na na naaa Instigators! - hahahah Contrarians! - nayyyyy Rhythmists! - badompbomp And other mere musicians~ haaaaa- hahah Okay, but just remember Whenever you return home You may not recognize it – or yourselves~
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Songwriters: Iggy Pop / Ricky Gardiner The Passenger lyrics I am a passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am a passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's ripped-back sky And everything looks good tonight Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la Get into the car We'll be the passenger We'll ride through the city tonight See the city's ripped backsides We'll see the bright and hollow sky We'll see the stars that shine so bright The sky was made for us tonight Oh, the passenger How-how he rides Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the silent hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the city's ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me 'Cause it just belongs to you and me So let's take a ride and see what's mine Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his window's eye He sees the things he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city asleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
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Past Sense 04:32
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The Voice of Wisdom ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) Captain Time: Was that a dream? The Voice of Wisdom: No it was not a dream. In fact it has never been more important to be awake! Ask yourself, are you awake or are you sleeping? In either case, you have a choice to make!
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Universal 05:55
Universal ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) On earth we only see a small picture of our infinite universe and a limited picture of our humanity. If all cultures, places and things represent the big picture then what we see and what we base all our decisions on is the small picture! The spacecraft Voyager One took a remarkable photograph from 3.7 billion miles from earth.The earth was just a tiny speck! This photo confronted us with an inalienable truth- Our reality is only based on a fragment of the total picture. We just represent one tiny hint of infinity, the small picture, just another place in space! From our viewpoint we can only see our way of life, our cultures, and our customs. We only have one truth, one religion, one language and one nationality. We invent our own truths! We only learn what our culture deems important, our view of history, our view of economics and our way to govern. Our knowledge of the past is tempered by the powerful, the victors of wars, the strong or the wealthy. We even ignore our own cultures truth seekers, peacemakers and whistle blowers so we can create a vision of prosperity for others to see. The destiny of the world is determined by stories that are believed whether true or fiction. We make up stories about our own existence and how we were created and what is going to happen to us when we die. We associate justice with privilege instead of fairness and values. We remain loyal to stereotypes of superiority about race, gender and sexual orientation in order to create fear so that those in control, will remain in control. In our reality, we only get one drop of time in the vast sea of existence of all things which is - the big picture. Some only see the small picture but the open minded strive for celebration and inclusiveness of all people, all cultures, all humanity and all life. It should be our vision, our quest to see beyond the limitations of our existence and to perceive the vision of the path of the universe. This is a shared path of all that exists. On it you will find the truth, the universal knowledge that exists everywhere. This is the big, the infinite and the universal picture. The Tao of Time
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Spang Spang a Lang ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) What will the time traveler find? Can this planet earth really be the only beacon in the starts The language of time is the foundation The clave of all that exists Connection is key Spang Spang a Lang, Spang Spang a Lang, Spang Spang a Lang Pont te pont, pont te pont Hip hypnotic, often erotic Traversing across the African landscape In the deep night like a messenger Calling the Gods from the Iron Age Spang Spang a Lang A seed coming to fruition in the new world from a time when pont te pont was changed to spang a lang. Yes, the new world changed its name. Pont te pont, pont te pont Pont te pont, pont te pont Speaking from the voice of the ancestors: An ancient timeless continuum of social graces, ceremonies, spirit watchers, guardians, All moved in tandem to this timeless beat. Spang Spang a Lang, Spang a Lang, Spang a Lang Exotic, complex, simple like a bead of sweat. A timeline through every period, fade, style and decade Since you introduced yourself to the human race consciousness. Listen Spang Spang a Lang, Spang Spang a Lang, Spang a Lang, Pont te pont, pont te pont Through the West Indies, straight to New Orleans, once a week you shared your beauty, your strength in Congo Square. When the century clock turned, you were there calling, begging the time men to include you in the birth of jazz – and they did~ Pont te pont, pont te pont They included you indeed – the foundation, the building block and the Bolton inspired groove on the lips and tips of drummer sticks. The time keepers from every era know your name. Spang Spang a Lang, Spang Spang a Lang, Spang a Lang Every boy of 3 that heard jazz on the knees of the father heroes; Fathers of time learned your name. Is it the biggest big bang? The birth of Spang Spang a Lang? Spang Spang Spang Spang a Lang, Spang a Lang, a Lang, a Lang, Lang… Language!
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Say What? 01:01
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Moral Compass ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) First Mate: Aye Captain! We’ve been through many a strange land and tongue. There’s confusion and darkness ahead. What is this time that we’re in and how do we find a direction through this perilous terrain? Ahhhhh Captain Time: Aye Laddies! Fear not! The time is nigh and the time is always now. Our journey is guided by a very special instrument, which can only be felt in the sailor’s sails! My prized instrument, handled down from generations of seekers of truth is a compass, a moral compass. If we follow it, our souls will always be free!
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Rockets, moon shots Spend it on the have nots Money, we make it Fore we see it you take it Oh, make you wanna holler The way they do my life Make me wanna holler The way they do my life This ain't livin' This ain't livin' No, no baby, this ain't livin' No, no, no Inflation no chance To increase finance Bills pile up sky high Send that boy off to die Make me wanna holler The way they do my life Make me wanna holler The way they do my life Hang ups, let downs Bad breaks, set backs Natural fact is I can't pay my taxes Oh, make me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Yea, it makes me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Crime is increasing Trigger happy policing Panic is spreading God knows where We're heading Oh, make me wanna holler They don't understand Make me wanna holler They don't understand
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Myth and Truth ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) The tales of myth ebb and flow in the whispering winds With each telling they become more fantastical Did the story begin as a tale or did the tale become the story? The truth is somewhere in the middle
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Soul Power 06:52
Soul Power ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) Good God – Hit it~! I will die the same death as Adolf Hitler and Nelson Mandela I will die the same death as Martin Luther King Preacher and protest-ant I will die the same death as Lee Harvey Oswald The most hated of them all. But where my soul goes no one knows I will not die the same death as John Lennon I will not die the same death as the Soviet Union I will not die the same death as a Kennedy son I will not die looking for the smoking gun I will not die with a frown on my face I will not die like any human from the race You will die even if you are Jesus’s friend You will die even if you have never sinned You will die if everything you touch turns to gold You will die be you young, be you old We cannot live like the Dali Lama We cannot live like presidents or kings But where our soul goes so their soul goes But where our soul goes nobody nobody knows Chill out a minute In what book reads the actual word of God? In where can we find the ancient message once told? In what time is our cause the most just? When every other person is just like us Therefore: I will live without my father’s fears I will live like every moment is precious and dear I will live like the universe was made for me I will live in the present, with the clave as my key But where my soul goes So your soul goes But where my soul goes So goes the ages of old Bridge: No Christian has the answer No Muslim has the answer No Buddha, lamas, or atheists has the answer No Taoists or Zoro-as-trians has the answer, No Hindus, Jews, and Shintos, have the answer, No Freaks, no Sikhs, no sages on a mountain peak No old crones and pagan stones have the answer! Breakdown: All written words of God were written by men All written words of God were written by women All written words of God were written by men God ain’t got no pen! My key is the clave The rhythm is my guide The path of the spirit Will lead me when I die My key is the clave The rhythm is my guide The path of the spirit Will lead me when I die. Soul Power Soul Power Soul Power Soul Power
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When Will Peace Come ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) Oh Hiroshima, Oh Antietam, Oh Stalingrad, Oh 911, Oh Yorktown, Oh Hastings, Nagasaki and Waterloo, Oh Khe Sanh, Oh la Drang Valley, Oh Verdun, Oh Somme, Oh Salamis, Oh Blitzkrieg, Watery graves and Abu Ghraib Tell me When will, when will peace come? When will, when will peace come? When will, when will peace come? The Rivers of Blood keep on flowing through Oh Peace Keepers, Firebombs, Oh Howitzers and suicide moms, Oh Flamethrowers, Immolation, Body Counts and bags and Ypres (E–pres) gas Oh Nazis, KKK, Oh CIA, Oh SS, Oh KGB, NDVD, Oh Daesh Tell me When will, when will peace come? When will, when will peace come? When will, when will peace come? The Rivers of Blood keep on flowing through Oh Khmer Rouge, the Battle of the Bulge, Dachau, Auschwitz and Buchenwald says it all. Oh Trail of Tears and Cherokee, Wounded Knee in 73 Oh tanks, guns, bombs and planes, whips, knives, bayonets and chains Lynching and screams, beating and bleeding Ferguson, Baltimore, Orlando on TV Tell me When will, when will peace come? When will, when will peace come? When will, when will peace come? The Rivers of Blood keep on flowing through The Rivers of Blood keep on flowing through Like the Ancient Wars, like the Picts, the Celts, the Mongols, the Three Kingdoms Wars Oh refugees everywhere, I’m on my knees, I’m on my knees Syria, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Africa, the Promised Land - Oh please tell me, when, when will peace come? Remember World War 1, and World War 2, the Korean War, the African Holocaust, the Jewish Holocaust, Please, please tell me When If not now
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Memorial 01:43
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All That We Can Be ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) The Muse has a Soul For all to touch – and all to hold Dance with desire - Love and play with the flame of the burning, birthing fire The armies of art attack the doldrums, embrace the muse, light the fuse and create the mood for an explosion of creative connection - to all things You don’t need eyes to see the sea – the flow of consciousness will make you all that you can be –Imagine! It’s the closest we get to being free The beginning of time we cannot see The end of time will never, ever, ever be
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Umoja ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) Shipmate: Captain, This is incredible~! where are we??? CT: Ahh laddies – we have reached the 44th century on the Isle of Umoja~ Umoja As they say here. Behold the sound of the healing rhythms – played by hand – with no machines –unheard of 2000 years ago. After the great 1000 year war ending in 3211, the human civilizations on earth were all but destroyed. Humanity began rebuild itself but ever so slowly. In the carnage they found hidden in an arcane arts repository, audio of a great dance master, Baba Luck, whose message was Peace, Love Respect for Everybody – Umoja means unity. That’s all that left of past civilizations. This island which broke away from a continent called Africa and the Americas is now the largest island and landmass on earth. It was joined together by bits and pieces of every continent during the great seismic events which started in the late 2000’s. From these humble rebirth let us affirm our zest life for the future and very distant past is all connected~!
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Creators 01:46
Creators ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) When you are born into this place The countdown begins and so does the race Your childhood is filled with memories It’ll last just a second just like a breeze We search for time that belongs to us Everyday creating from dawn to dusk Trying to find the time for our mind We try so hard not to fall behind All that we are and all that we touch Don’t give too little, don’t take too much Fall on the ground and fill the cup Find the rhythm of life with a little luck The muse of creation has a soul For you to touch and all to hold Armies of art can win all wars No destruction just cosmic force All we imagine that we can be Is the closest we get to being free Love is real and so is truth So give peace a chance That’s the least we can do What we’ll become the day we’re born And what will we be when death sets us free The beginning of time we cannot see The end of time will never be We’re creators, creating, Creation everyday In a million different ways Uh Huh!
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The Tao of Time ©Jim Roberts Calling the Kettle Black Music (BMI) As it flows, so it flows Soul nation Of Consciousness The flow of the swarm I hear the silence I feel the song I ride in the cloud Of the right-able wrongs While the gulls fly high And the fish dive deep, I roll on the shore Of the indestructible beat The sea journey of the school is marked By an invisible path of worn instinct By mystical forms, beyond the voices of whales That can only be heard with your heart Only be felt in the sailors’ sails Even Walt Whitman could not see grass So tall it rises from the sea and drops Back from the sky As it brushes you and me So is the stream so far and wide It cannot be conceived through a single mind It cannot be conceived through a single eye In fact we blind to most of its gifts Floating along adrift we will crash down hard, On the wall of separateness Like a house of cards In a march of discontent We ignore our joys Till the flight returns us to our flow When we figure where we must go As we lift our hands to the sky and say, “Father Time - don’t pass us by!” “Father Time - don’t pass us by!” We will not be disappointed! We will not be disappointed! There is no bitter end. The path once again goes to where it begins, And when the gust brings us forth In the place that we seek. We will see it again and again and again. And again and again And again and again And again As it flows, it never ends, it only begins As it flow, so it flows, only to begin again As it flows it never ends, only to begin again As it flows it never ends, only to begin again As it flows, so it flows, so it flows Only to begin, again      As it flows Only to begin again, again, again    

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In 2006, percussionist, producer, and educator Jim Roberts found himself at the 10th anniversary of PeaceJam, an organization dedicated to inspiring kids by bringing Nobel Peace Prize Laureates to their school. Twelve laureates including the Dalai Lama and Desmond Tutu talked about their experiences of struggle and visions of change. The words of Jody Williams, an American activist who started the International Campaign to Ban Landmines, shook Roberts powerfully.

“She said if you’re involved in something and you want me to know about it, don’t come to me until you’ve done something about it,” Roberts recalls. “If you haven’t tried to do something, I don’t want to hear the plan. Come to me after you’ve done something.”

Roberts took the challenge. He devoted years to doing something, crafting The Tao of Time (release: October 26, 2018), a concept album as diverse and unexpected as his wide-ranging musical influences. Inspired by peace activists and other agents of change--the wonderful Peace Pilgrim’s words, for example, create a pivot in the album--The Tao of Time explores the nature of time, history, human experience, and how the past can but does not have to determine the future.

“As a drummer, people often expect you to just do drum pieces, not the kind of things I’m doing here. When I began working on this record, I had a bigger vision,” says Roberts. “But I knew that I couldn’t leave the drums out. Drums, time and language are synonymous. It’s all part of the process.”

Roberts’s bigger vision unfolds over the course of interlocking vignettes guided by raucous time-traveling seafarers, Captain Time and his Craic crew; clever covers (Marvin Gaye’s “Inner City Blues,” Iggy Pop’s “The Passenger,” along with set of variations on its themes); and original pieces tackling war and peace, past and future, life and death, and the nature of the universe. Though Roberts urges listeners to engage with the darker side of existence on pieces like “Soul Power ” and “When Will Peace Come,” the destination is ultimately hopeful and forward looking, as the words and sounds ask us to be “All That We Can Be.”

Throughout this arc run the drums, rhythms, and grooves that have inspired Roberts since childhood, when his obsession with drumming first came to light. Along with percussion training, he also studied with master djembe player Khalid Saleem and played with the Chuck Davis African-American Dance Ensemble (Davis gets a futuristic homage on “The Island of Ujoma”). He studied Afro-Cuban percussion with Steve Bloom, as well as dedicating himself to understanding Brazilian rhythms and instruments. He toured great swaths of the country and recorded on three albums with GRAMMY-winning bassist Victor Wooten, who narrates “The Voice of Wisdom” and appears on Roberts’ Ancient Hand album.

Roberts brings this extensive experience to bear on tracks like “Drum Language,” that showcase the many inflections and ideas drums and rhythms can convey. “Drums were one of the first instruments,” explains Roberts. “This idea of drum languages is that drums can be used for communication, to say whole paragraphs, particularly in Nigeria. ‘Drum Language’ is about the combination of these instruments to create one voice.”

This voice speaks of other possibilities, suggesting how we might work to build peace: “The drums’ connection with language and communication is a key thing in the development of humankind,” Roberts reflects.

The drums were often the first instrument tracked in the studio as in “Drum Language” and “Spang Spang A Lang”. “Others including the ‘The Passenger’ (part 1) were tracked with acoustic guitar first,” Roberts notes. “The soukous section, ‘Here’ (part 2) was a click track and with the bass grooving on the chord changes. The beginnings were really bare bones compared to what it became.”

In addition to the drums, Roberts has executed a great deal of the Tao himself, playing a range of instruments (including the kalimba that draws together several of the tracks) and producing and engineering the album. “I recorded the whole record, edited it, and wore a lot of hats. I created everything layer by layer,” he notes. “I had to figure out first off what was the big picture of the pieces. And it all had to flow. I played using an intuitive sense of when something had to change if I was uncertain.”

That sense proved crucial guidance for the genre-agnostic, philosophically ambitious project. “I wanted everything to come together, the spoken word, the music, the lyrics, the narrative,” Roberts says. “The album was designed so that you would discover something new in each listen, sonically, lyrically and musically. It is a thickly painted canvas complete with double entendre, mysticism and innuendo, as well as some pretty clear and blunt statements.”

These statements are big, getting at the fiber of our shared experience as humans. The album’s electronic-inflected title track gathers the many threads, inspired by the sorrow Roberts felt when a friend lost his infant son. “‘Tao of Time’ is about the cycles of life. “I wrote it while thinking about what my friend was going through, while watching the water on the Pamlico River. I realized that there were eons of time before me, just like music. It will be here long after I leave.” That is the wisdom Roberts has found in time--and one way he hopes will bring more people to the universal nature of peace and awareness.

credits

released October 26, 2018

Production Credits
The Tao of Time

Concept and Production by Jim Roberts

Recorded by Jim Roberts at DuArt Studio in Chapel Hill, NC

Additional Recording-
Bekka Bramlet – Vocal recorded at home in The Passenger Suite
Victor Wooten – Voice recorded at VixLix Studio, Nashville, TN in The Voice of Wisdom
Jim Hoke – Horns and Horn Arrangement recorded at home in Soul Power
Jason Merritt - Drum assistance for Universal at DuArt Studio

Mixed by Jim Roberts except noted below
Neal Cappellino –The Passenger Suite, Soul Power, Spang Spang A Lang, Say What? at The Doghouse in Nashville, TN
Jason Merritt –Universal, Inner City Blues, at The Engine Room in Chapel Hill, NC

Mastered by Brent Lambert at Kitchen Mastering in Carrboro, NC

Art and Cover Design by Michael Snyder, Oakland, CA
Manufactured by Oasis Disc Manufacturing

Performance, CD, production and educator information found at
www.JimRobertsPercussion.com

The Tao of Time ©2018 by Jim Roberts

01 CAPTAIN TIME AND HIS CRAIC CREW
JIM ROBERTS – Captain Time
DAVID DIGIUSEPPE – Craic Crew
ROB SHARER – Craic Crew

02 THE PASSENGER SUITE (Parts 1-4) The Passenger, Here, There, Invocation

THE PASSENGER (Iggy Pop, Ricky Gardiner)
JIM ROBERTS – Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Congas, Maracas, Wah Wah Guitar, Cajon, Background Vocals
MIKE DAVIS – Vocals
LIPBONE REDDING – Vocals, Background Vocals
BEKKA BRAMLETT – Vocals, Background Vocals
JOHN WESTMORELAND – Electric guitar
E SCOTT WARREN – Bass
EMMA DAVIS – Background Vocals
CAIQUE VIDAL – Background Vocals

HERE (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS – Drums, Congas, Shaker, Shekere, Claves, Balafon, Rainstick
JOHN WESTMORELAND – Electric guitar, arrangement
E SCOTT WARREN – Bass, arrangement
WILL RIDENOUR – Kora

THERE (Jim Roberts)
A Tribute to Harold Jones, Rich Holly and Robert Chappell
JIM ROBERTS - Drums, Congas, Timbales, Repinique, Berimbau, Shekere, Claves, Balafon

INVOCATION (Jim Roberts)
In Memory of Babatunde Olatunji and Nana Vasconcelos
JIM ROBERTS –Berimbau, Seed Pods, Rainstick, Indian Bells, Whistles, Turkey Caller, High Tinkly Stuff, Background Vocals
BEKKA BRAMLET – Background Vocals

03 PAST SENSE (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS – Processed Kalimba, Bass, Programming, Synthesizer

04 THE VOICE OF WISDOM (Jim Roberts, Victor Wooten)
JIM ROBERTS – Captain Time, Rainstick, Berimbau
VICTOR WOOTEN – The Voice of Wisdom

05 UNIVERSAL (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS – Vocal, Electric Guitar, Drums, Kalimba, Conch Shell, Rainstick, Berimbau, Shaker, Indian Bells, Percussion
MIKE BABYAK – Lap Steel Guitar
FJ VENTRE – Bass
EMMA DAVIS – Background Vocals
NANCY MIDDLETON – Background Vocals
KIMMIE TUTTLE WILSON– Background Vocals

06 SPANG SPANG A LANG (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS – Drums, Djembe, Talking Drum, Percussion
JEFFERY BROWN – Saxophone

07 SAY WHAT (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS– Djembe, Talking Drum, Vocals

08 DRUM LANGUAGE (Jim Roberts)
A Tribute to Khalid Abdul N’Faly Saleem
JIM ROBERTS – Congas, Djembes, Dununs, Shekere, Cowbells, Bass Cajon, Berimbau, Balafon, Sticks on Congas, Krin, Gankogui, Caxixi, Paddle Drum

09 MORAL COMPASS (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS – Captain Time
ROB SHARER – First Mate, Craic Crew
DAVID DIGIUSEPPE – Craic Crew

10 INNER CITTY BLUES (Marvin Gaye, James Nyx, Jr.)
A Tribute to Eddie “Bongo” Brown and Bobbye Hall
JIM ROBERTS – Vocals, Congas, Cowbells, Agogo Bells, Shekere, Kalimba, Electric Guitar, Percussion, Berimbau, Kenkeni, Talking Drum, Djembe, Balafon, Triangle, Handsonic
RAINY HAYES – Vocals
FJ VENTRE – Bass

11 MYTH AND TRUTH (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS – vocals, synthesizer

12. SOUL POWER (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS – Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums, Congas, Maracas, Background Vocals
JIM HOKE – Saxophones, Horn Arranger
STEVE HERRMAN – Trumpet
EMMA DAVIS – Background Vocals
LIPBONE REDDING – Background Vocals
CAIQUE VIDAL – Background Vocals

13. WHEN WILL PEACE COME (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS – Vocals, Kalimba, Suspended Cymbal, Rainstick, Indian Bells, High Tinkly Stuff
LEAH GIBSON – Cello

14 MEMORIAL (Jim Roberts, Leah Gibson)
In Memory Of Everyone Who Has Died In Wars
JIM ROBERTS – Kalimba, HTS percussion, Rainstick
LEAH GIBSON – Cello

15. THE VOICE OF A PILGRIM (Peace Pilgrim)
PEACE PILGRIM– Vocals

16. ALL THAT WE CAN BE (Jim Roberts)
In Memory of Jeanne and Jim Roberts
JIM ROBERTS – Vocals, Congas, Dununs, Kayamba, Bells, Rainstick

17. THE ISLE OF UMOJA (Jim Roberts)
In Memory of Baba Chuck Davis
JIM ROBERTS – Vocals, Kalimba, Rainstick, Dununs, High Tinkly Stuff
DAVID DIGIUSEPPE – Craic Crew
ROB SHARER – Craic Crew

18. CREATORS (Jim Roberts)
JIM ROBERTS – Vocals, Balafon, Bass
TIM SMITH – Background Vocals

19. THE TAO OF TIME (Jim Roberts)
In Memory of Mike Hamer, Sherry Jeanne Roberts and Tristan Sharer
JIM ROBERTS – Vocals, Handsonic, Percussion

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Jim Roberts Chapel Hill, North Carolina

Jim Roberts is a cross-cultural percussionist and producer who welds together American rock/funk/jazz styles with the world music of the African Diaspora and beyond. As an artist his music is diverse, sonically complex, and rich.

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