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Mark Ware Isham (born September 7, 1951) is an American trumpeter, synthesist, and film composer. He works in a variety of genres, including jazz, electronic, and film. He is responsible for contributing the scores of nearly one hundred films.
Isham was born in New York City, the son of Patricia (née Hammond), a violinist, and Howard Fuller Isham, a Professor of Humanities.
His discography is extensive and varied, including with his participation with units like Group 87, and David Torn's Cloud About Mercury project, and sessions with people like Joni Mitchell, Terry Bozzio, Bill Bruford, XTC, and Doug Lunn.
Isham is a Scientologist. He is married to Donna Isham.
With Group 87
With Art Lande
With Pharoah Sanders
With David Torn
Mark Isham - Flames (Crash Soundtrack nr.08)
Mark Isham - Greatest Hits
Mark Isham - In a Silent Way (Milestones)
Life As A House - Mark Isham - Building A Family
Mark Isham - The end
Mark Isham - The Lucky One Main Theme
Mark Isham / ♪ Sense of Touch ♪ ☸ڿڰۣ——
Mark Isham - The Mist Soundtrack - The Host of Seraphim (Dead Can Dance)
マーク・アイシャム MARK ISHAM: The blue sun concert: LIVE At MONTREAL Jazz Festival 1996
Mark Isham - Love on the Beach
I just sit there
And let the thoughts flood
And I remind myself, "It's all right, it's all good,
it's all love"
It's not though
Cause there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinking in
While I think of the drama
So I stand up
Start to pace in my living room
Set my eye to the highway knowing that I'll play
chicken soon
There's a vanity plate with my name on it
There's a Davey Crockett hat with a Masonic fat cat
under it
A musket rifle spitting at my feet
They want me to dance in the middle of the street
And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told
But I offset the bell curve when I do it with soul
Losing control
Guilty feet do have rhythm
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the
villain
Instead of killing, I'll spare the raccoon
And start filling sandbags as I stare at the moon and
let the thoughts flood
Blessed are those who are dammed
When the levee broke
How many choked on the steps to a slow dance?
A staircase to a hug with no hands
Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command
We let the thoughts flood
We remind ourselves "It's all right, it's all good,
it's all love"
It's not though
Cause there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinking in
Sharing a drink with my father
It's a family affair
The vanity we share
The waterline is rising