Jen Chapin - Little Hours
Jen Chapin on Conan O'Brien
Jen Chapin - Into The Mystic (Van Morrison)
Jen Chapin - Go Away
Jen Chapin / Cat's In The Cradle [HQ]
Jen Chapin - You Haven't Done Nothin' (Stevie Wonder)
Jen Chapin sings Harry's "Tangled Up Puppet"
Jen Chapin -- Feed Your Baby (Official Music Video)
Jen Chapin - Backdrifts (Radiohead)
Jen Chapin "Let It Show" (Official Music Video)
♫ Jen Chapin - Into the mystic (Van Morrison cover)
Jen Chapin
Jen Chapin - I Wonder What Would Happen To This World
Jen Chapin - Insatiable
Jen Chapin - Little Hours
Jen Chapin on Conan O'Brien
Jen Chapin - Into The Mystic (Van Morrison)
Jen Chapin - Go Away
Jen Chapin / Cat's In The Cradle [HQ]
Jen Chapin - You Haven't Done Nothin' (Stevie Wonder)
Jen Chapin sings Harry's "Tangled Up Puppet"
Jen Chapin -- Feed Your Baby (Official Music Video)
Jen Chapin - Backdrifts (Radiohead)
Jen Chapin "Let It Show" (Official Music Video)
♫ Jen Chapin - Into the mystic (Van Morrison cover)
Jen Chapin
Jen Chapin - I Wonder What Would Happen To This World
Jen Chapin - Insatiable
"Gospel": Jen Chapin at TEDxManhattan
Jen Chapin Trio - NYC
Jen Chapin's "Reckoning"
Passive people: Jen Chapin at TEDxManhattan
Jen Chapin - Let It Show
Gospel -- by Jen Chapin: the first rehearsal
Jen Chapin -- Me Be Me
Jen Chapin Trio - Let It Show
Jen Chapin - Scream Laugh Cry
Jen Chapin LIVE at the Acoustic Long Island Winter Concert
The Jen Chapin Trio - Feed your Baby - Live at the 4 R's Music Retreat on Dickey Lake
Jen Chapin Live @ Cafe Paradiso
Jen Chapin Live at Sessions Performing "Insatiable" and "Let It Show"
Jen Chapin "Go Away" Live Jim Fannon Show @610CKTB
Jen Chapin Trio Performs "Born in the USA"
Episode 25 Jen Chapin Official Video
Jen Chapin Trio Performs "Starman"
Jen Chapin Trio Performs "Let It Show"
Jen Chapin Interviewed by Paul Leslie
BRCC SIFE Interviews Jen Chapin on Hunger in the US
Jen Chapin - I Could Fall
Jen Chapin Election Day
Jen Chapin: Toast of the Tip
Reckoning (Official Music Video)
Rachel Parent for benefit Concert featuring Jen Chapin and friends
Jen Chapin Performs on GNY
Jen Chapin - I Wonder What Would Happen To This World (studio version)
Jen Chapin & Rosetta Trio: Sunny Sunday -- Joni Mitchell
Jen Chapin Occupy Songwriter's Beat w/ Political Songs of Change!
JEN CHAPIN "Let It Show" PETE FORNATALE TRIBUTE @ Hard Rock Cafe NYC 6.26.2012
Have You Seen My Hero - Jen Chapin
Prune Belly Syndrome Network
Jen Chapin
Jen Chapin Trio "Let it Show" Hillside Cafe, Nutley, NJ 1.21.12
Jen Chapin performs at Seth Godin's Tribes book launch
Jen Chapin
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 15: Jen Chapin - Reckoning
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 3 with Guest: Jen Chapin
The Jazz Spotlight Podcast - 006: What Does It Mean to Be A Musician? with Jen Chapin
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 8: Good People Being Good to People
Just Wild About Harry - A Harry Chapin Tribute - July 23, 2012
About the Arts: Schuyler Chapin, 1977
Jen Shyu & Tyshawn Sorey - at The Stone, NYC - Aug 3 2014
The Hang - Night Bird Song - A Film About Thomas Chapin
Jen - A Video Journal: The Live Episode
Jen Brien Show The President's Uncle Omar Aug 30, 2011
LA LA Land w/ Brett Chapin on LA Talk Live
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 11 With Guest: Howie Fields
StarCam Radio w' Jen Tapiero on LATalkLive!
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 27: What Bands Don't You "Get"?
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 6: Disney and Star Wars? A New Hope Indeed.
Star Cam Radio with Jen Tapiero on LA Talk Live
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 4 -Three Guys, Top Five and More.
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 39: All an Act?
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 5: Catching Up and Letting Go
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 29: What makes a Good T-Shirt? Logos or Pictures?
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 23: Black is White?... Really?
The Never Gets Old Podcast Ep 28: "Don't You Have Enough Music?"
Jen Chapin is an American vocalist. She is the daughter of singer-songwriter Harry Chapin and his wife, Sandra Chapin. She also chairs the Board of Directors of World Hunger Year, a charity organization founded by Harry Chapin. She has been compared at times with Laura Nyro, Tori Amos, and Alanis Morissette. Chapin's own website describes her music as "jazz tinged urban folk... incorporating the funk, soul and improvisation of the city".
She studied at Brown University and the Berklee College of Music.
When Chapin tours, she often plays with her husband, bassist Stephen Crump, as well as guitarist Jamie Fox, a group usually billed as the "Jen Chapin Trio" (and described as "a nationally known urban folk group").
She has appeared on "Late Night with Conan O'Brien" and has worked with Bruce Springsteen.
Chapin lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband and bassist Stephen Crump and their sons Maceo and Van.
Conan Christopher O'Brien (born April 18, 1963) is an American television host, comedian, writer, producer and performer. Since November 2010 he has hosted Conan, a late-night talk show that airs on the American cable television station TBS.
O'Brien was born in Brookline, Massachusetts, and raised in an Irish Catholic family. He served as president of the Harvard Lampoon while attending Harvard University, and was a writer for the sketch comedy series Not Necessarily the News. After writing for several comedy shows in Los Angeles, he joined the writing staff of Saturday Night Live, and later of The Simpsons. He hosted Late Night with Conan O'Brien from 1993 to 2009, followed by seven months hosting The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien, the only person to serve as the permanent host for both NBC programs.
O'Brien was born in Brookline, Massachusetts (a suburb of Boston) to Thomas O'Brien, a physician, epidemiologist, and professor of medicine at Harvard, and Ruth O'Brien (née Reardon), an attorney and partner at the Boston firm Ropes & Gray. He is the third of six children. O'Brien's family is Irish Catholic and descends from pre-Civil War era immigrants. In a Late Night episode, O'Brien paid a visit to County Kerry, Ireland, where his ancestors originated.
Van Morrison, OBE (born George Ivan Morrison; 31 August 1945) is a Northern Irish singer-songwriter and musician. His live performances at their best are regarded as transcendental and inspired; while some of his recordings, such as the studio albums Astral Weeks and Moondance, and the live album It's Too Late to Stop Now, are widely viewed as among the greatest ever made.
Known as "Van the Man" to his fans, Morrison started his professional career when, as a teenager in the late 1950s, he played a variety of instruments including guitar, harmonica, keyboards and saxophone for various Irish showbands covering the popular hits of the day. He rose to prominence in the mid-1960s as the lead singer of the Northern Irish R&B band Them, with whom he recorded the garage band classic "Gloria". His solo career began under the pop-hit oriented guidance of Bert Berns with the release of the hit single "Brown Eyed Girl" in 1967. After Berns' death, Warner Bros. Records bought out his contract and allowed him three sessions to record Astral Weeks in 1968. Even though this album would gradually garner high praise, it was initially poorly received; however, the next one, Moondance, established Morrison as a major artist, and throughout the 1970s he built on his reputation with a series of critically acclaimed albums and live performances. Morrison continues to record and tour, producing albums and live performances that sell well and are generally warmly received, sometimes collaborating with other artists, such as Georgie Fame and The Chieftains. In 2008 he performed Astral Weeks live for the first time since 1968.
Stevland Hardaway Morris (born May 13, 1950 as Stevland Hardaway Judkins), known by his stage name Stevie Wonder, is an American singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist, a child prodigy who developed into one of the most creative musical figures of the late 20th century. Blind since shortly after birth, Wonder signed with Motown's Tamla label at the age of eleven, and continues to perform and record for Motown to this day.
Among Wonder's best known works are singles such as "Superstition", "Sir Duke", "I Wish" and "I Just Called to Say I Love You". Well known albums also include Talking Book, Innervisions and Songs in the Key of Life. He has recorded more than thirty U.S. top ten hits and received twenty-two Grammy Awards, the most ever awarded to a male solo artist. Wonder is also noted for his work as an activist for political causes, including his 1980 campaign to make Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday a holiday in the United States. In 2009, Wonder was named a United Nations Messenger of Peace. In 2008, Billboard magazine released a list of the Hot 100 All-Time Top Artists to celebrate the US singles chart's fiftieth anniversary, with Wonder at number five.
another day slips away like a baby from a chair
I watch the fall
no one seems to care at all
not at all
another crime joins the line
that stretches all the way to the sea
but I'm glad it didn't happen to me
not to me
we are passive people
at the end of the day
we let the outrage melt away
it seems that life is so much easier that way
we are passive people
there's a lot that we can take
our hearts will dry up before they break
no questions asked, just invisible ache
the riches climb dime by dime
so happy that we've finally got it made
so the dollars aren't so evenly sprayed around
but maybe -- yes -- I think they'll trickle down
we have heaven-sent good intent
we cry for lonely people at the movies
we feel their pain
we storm the streets but then it starts to rain
it begins to rain
we are passive people
at the end of the day
we let the outrage melt away
it seems that life is so much easier that way
we are passive people
there's a lot that we can take
our hearts will dry up before they break
An old lady once said to me
She Said: "You see what I got?"
So I turned to see
She was sitting empty-handed
with a secret smile
and she said:
"I got gold and it shines in dark places"
So I thought about this lady
and what she had to say
and I try to put all my life one day
Try to look for that gol in everything I do
and I think I see a little in you
Wherever I go
I got gold
So let's see what we can put into today
I wanna go hear my man Fred Wesley play
the trombone
Just one note a piece of gold
that he has inside that'll never be sold
Wanna stir up some trouble
everywhere I go
I wanna suck in the sunshine
and roll in the snow
There are so many things that I wanna do
and I think I wanna do 'em with you
Wherever we go
To soak in epic wonders
let them saturate my skin
to look out the window of a subway train
on my way to him
to tell myself a story
maybe no one else will hear
to let my sadness echo into music as I heal
into music as I heal
oh solitude you give me a moment
and I wrap it round my body here
I'm gonna let you fill my mind
'til I find a way to fight against fear
solitude you give me a moment
I can feel you make me stronger now
'til I get, 'til I get, 'til I get 'til I get there
to laugh at all small failures
to smile at all my cares
to cultivate my power
as I admire theirs
to dig up sources of my happiness
an archaeology of joy
to stretch out my limbs like a lazy cat
to play like a little boy
no one can take from me
these quiet mysteries
I dance to a love supreme
I plot my strategies
snow me the silence down
and wrap it round
My feet get dirty inside my own shoes
My head gets clouded by my own stormy blues
And it seems my little victories might arrive too late
But you say, "you're doing great baby,
You're doing just great"
You're so good at love
Well love is something that you do so well
You are so good at love, love is something you do
Well you smile when I'm acting silly
And you hold me when I'm late
And you pull me back from the precipice
When I'm dangling over the wrong fate
And you keep me from feeding each fumble
Til it grows into a crime
Then you say, "it's ok baby
We're doing just fine"
You're so good at love
Well love is something that you do so well
You are so good at love, love is something you do
It's something you do
You take me up to the rooftop
And we stand in the steamy sky
And the city crowds us cozy
And surrounds us with a sigh
And you make up a gentle melody
That you whisper in my ear
You remind me, "it's just us baby,
I'm right here"
You're right here
You're so good at love
Well love is something that you do so well
Oh you do, yea you do it
You are so good at love, love is something you do
Well you got the sugar
And you got enough salt
And you got a taste that can make my breath come
To a halt
My appetite gets tempted
Every time you're around
And I thank the powers that be for this sweet man
That I've found
But of all your flavors the sweetest to me
Is the way you let me just be
Well I didn't know
What I was looking for
Til you put this taste in my mouth
Filled me up 'til I didn't need more
You might find me nasty
If I shout it out loud
But to find myself a lover like this
Well I think I should be proud
But of all your flavors the sweetest to me
Is the way you let me just be
My mind gets so hectic
Like a rush hour street
Then you come groovin' round my corners
And you smooth out the beat
And you can swing me up
And you can love me down
And when you leave me I can still feel your rhythm
All over town
But of all your favors the best that you do for me
Is the way you let me just be
Do you have enough sugar?
Did you get enough salt?
Have I covered you in love spices
'til you're spiced up to a fault?
We can get all heated
Then we can cool each other down
Then you love me down so mellow that I can't even make a sound
Yeah well you and me we can make ourselves a good stew
If I could split you wide open
And mine the jewels of your mind
I swear I wouldn't get too greedy
I'd leave riches still to find
If I could meet you all over again
And this time I didn't hide
But I revealed to you every last little part of me
Laid all the games aside
If I were close enough to talk to you
If I could soothe your worried head
I would be so grateful if you would just let me in
I'd give you peace instead
If I could take the challenge you offer
Then I would meet you on the way
Our words would dance around each other
And we'd still have so much more to say
You could be the answer to my questions
You could open up my eyes
Maybe someday we could happen
This was a sad day
when the disappointment that was my shadow
came into the sun
and he slapped me dull on the forehead
and he told me he had won
so I sink into my gentle home
the streets won't mind if they don't feel my heavy feet
today
the bed's inclined to ask me back to stay
but if I stay
if I stay
then I'll
stay
so now I wonder
is there a method to quantify both pain and joy?
does mine hurt as bad as yours does?
does yours feel as good as mine?
and if you live in war
can you still keep score
of the burdens like bodies piled at your door?
and the bodies that lost their chance to be more than
bodies
Just bodies
what muffled meaning does it hold
to be told that your story is not the only one?
no, not the first nor the last
not the best not the worst
He's got a t-shirt
Michael Jordan on the front
He's got knock knees
Bigger than his baby face
You can't tell
This little boy he's not a man
No one
He'll listen to beside his gun
He's got
Red hair that he tries to dye blue
He's got a girlfriend
And what's it mean to you now?
If he hits her once in a while
He ain't got nothing else to do
He's just a manchild
Well he's handsome and he's got a nice car
He's straight out smart
And he knows he could go far
But that same knowledge
Is like a dark cloud
He's got too much
He's far too proud
He's just a manchild
I can hear his mama crying
When you gonna go to bed?
You're wrestling every word you ever said
To your baby
But he's not your baby no more
T-shirt
Dred-lock
Freckle
Semi-automatic
School book
Soldier
No job
What's it mean to you?
Too much
Too little
Mama
Trying to raise her baby
Drop-out
Stay in
Stay straight
Bend the rules a little
No need
To ask why
He's just a manchild oh
So strong
So silly
Lots of toys to make him feel big now
Mama
You keep trying
Keep trying like centuries past oh
Keep trying
Keep trying
I like to linger in the closing of eyes
before I snatch up the prize of sweet slumber
I like to linger in the cool of the grass
when I fall on my ass in the dew
so do you -- like to linger
to twirl time round your finger
though the world tries to push you into tight little
hours
little hours
I like to linger when the party is dying
and I'm the only one trying to have fun
I like to flip through all my pages of past
make all my stories last forever
did you ever live to linger ?
to twirl time round your finger ?
though the world tries to push you into tight little
hours?
little hours
I could live a whole life
of play-by-plays
of why-didn't-I-says
of yesterdays
My sense of progress has me going in circles
just one step forward can take the whole day
I'm here in nowhere there's still so much to see
maybe nowhere is my place to be
maybe nowhere is my place to be
don't you see the need to linger?
to twirl time round you finger?
though the world tries to push you into tight little
hours?
once we had laughed about a discount store and a diamond
ring
back when a flame was a friend - a comfort, a delicate
dancing thing
back when my window held a shelter of sky
and we would watch the planes go by
please hurry us back to that sweet time
hurry up time speed us away
to the day when the sky doesn't rain with the why and the
pain
hurry up sky carry them home
then carry our eyes to your blue and your calm and away
from that one black cloud
hurry hurry up now
once we were strangers bumping past other lives in a
focused fog
now all our stories have melted into two vivid hours
maybe we're better now - stronger, with a deeper soul
and we'll be whole again in a different way
and this time will teach for a new day
hurry up time speed us away
to the day when the sky doesn't rain with the why and the
pain
hurry up sky carry them home
then carry our eyes to your blue and your calm and away
from that one black cloud
Don't want to leave a bed
With a warm body in it
But when the numbers come to flood my head
I have to float on behind
To the grind
Of the phone calls
Seven buttons
Don't you see how fast I can go through a long list of shit to do?
Make out a big check
Write a little letter
And put a sticky stamp on the post card that I send to you
Then I wait, I wait to see, is there anybody out there?
I'm a hunchback, hunch
Hunched over scribbled notes and numbers that I can't read
Hunchback, hunch
Hunched over a cheap piano that I can't really play
The other day though
I thought I might find
The kind of faith that could ease my mind
I thought I might learn
I thought I could try
To let a day go by
When I did not sabotage myself
Dont wanna wait, I won't wait to see is there anybody out there?
Sometimes the sun slides down
Leaving stripes in the sky
And I watch my resignation fly away
And I say this is the last day
I'll let myself feel this way
He awakes
And puts his pride into his pockets
And decides to walk into the day
He does his strange dances
For strangers he meets along the way
Sometimes it sets him free to be his own imagining
A thing no small town would allow
Sometimes it leaves him stumbling on the street
He takes an empty bow
I live in a city that has no past
I live in a city where dreams fade fast
I live in an over ripe fruit
Where passions call out and then fall mute
Where sweetness struggles to be heard
Where shame can die without a word
Purpose paints her face for her race
Through the smoke of hidden holes and greasy fires
She has no breath to waste on the taste
Of knowing other people's desires
It seems there is no fear in her
A conspirator with the arrogance of brick and steel
Too many people to wonder about
She's off to make another deal
I live in a city where stories are cast
I live in a city where illusion grows vast
I live on an island so bold
Its fiction captures us in its hold
Its voices somehow sing the same song
With furtive words we sing along
And there's a man whose face is a pile of brittle wood
And his smile just needs one spark
To set it aflame
And there's a woman who walks with her boy bandaged up
Her face is a cup holding all his hurts
And I see a puffed up man in a three-piece pout
Not a doubt in his mind that the city is his
But what if all these faces were to welcome us in?