Chris Doyle Onzetet

by Chris Doyle Onzetet

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The purchases of this album from July 2013 - January 2014 raised over $250 for the Lac Megantic relief fund through the Canadian Red Cross.

All proceeds from this album after January 2014 will be donated to Doctors Without Borders.
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released July 23, 2013

Chris Doyle Onzetet

Flute - Devin LaCasce
Trumpet - Alexis French
Trumpet - Andy King
Alto Sax - David Bellemare
Tenor Sax - Annie Dominique
Baritone Sax - Sayre Schultz
Trombone - Thomas Morelli-Bernard
Guitar - Nicolas Ferron
Bass - Nicolas Bedard
Drums - Liam Killen
Piano - Chris Doyle

Conductor - Jean-Nicolas Trottier

Additional Bass on "Bassics" - Rémi-Jean LeBlanc
Piano on "Memo" - Lara Driscoll
Vocals on "Memo" - Fox Schwach & Luce Bélanger
Lyrics on "Memo" - Fox Schwach
Additional Flutes on "Memo" - David Bellemare, Annie Dominique
Fender Rhodes on "Bassics" & "Memo" - Chris Doyle

All songs Composed and Arranged by Chris Doyle

Engineered and Mixed by Brandon Wells in the MultiMedia Room and Redpath Hall at McGill University, Montreal, Quebec
Co-Recording Engineer - James Perrella
Assistant Engineers - Mike Ardagh & Stuart Bremner

Mastered by Jacob Blumberg at Mason Jar Studios, New York, NY

Album cover & all photos by Fox Schwach

**Special thanks to Jean-Nicolas Trottier, Joe Sullivan, Rémi Bolduc, André White, and Jan Jarczyk for their assistance in the composition, arranging, and mixing processes.**



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Track Name: Memo
There was a note,
A dusty memorandum.
It was from a couple years ago
Addressed to me
I had forgot
Those few words, written by myself.

There on my desk
Emerging from disorder,
Was a thought that struck a chord in me.
A minor key
Played tenderly
And though it's old it rings out with such clarity.

Oh, Who I used to be
Simpler but also with a feeling of purpose.
Now, no stern from bow
Nor wind
Lost out at sea
Trying to find

Castles of youth
Receding to the ocean,
And the ocean doesn’t feel a thing.
A world away
There at my desk
Those few words
Written by myself.


No, How could it have been?
Wandering aimlessly through shores of indifference failed
A passive jail
A rut
A hole in the sand
Nothing quite like

Castles of youth
Receding to the ocean,
And the ocean doesn’t feel a thing.
Who can I kid?
I’m at my desk.
Those few words, written by my self,
“Stay true”

-Fox Schwach