Janice sings Irving Berlin - All By Myself - 10/25/22 02:10 AM
All By Myself
According to his biographer Berlin wrote the song the year before his mother died as a meditation on solitude and the misery of growing old alone. It was introduced in The Music Box Revue of 1922. The song is now in the public domain.
Vocal & Arrangement - Janice Merritt
Vocal recording and song mastering - Bud Merritt
Arrangement and guitar solo - me.
The horns were altered in Melodyne and the strings were produced using the midi chord track rather than a RT.
The Band:
RealTracks in style: ~~481:Bass, Acoustic, Jazz Ballad Sw 085
RealTracks in style: ~~557:Guitar, Acoustic, Rhythm Jazz Ballad Freddie Sw 085 ('B' only)
RealTracks in style: 2593:Horn Section, Background CroonerBigBand9-Part Sw 110
RealTracks in song: ~487:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm Jazz Ballad Sw 085
RealDrums in style:JazzTerryClarke^01-a,b:Cross Stick Tom 1
All By Myself
All by myself in the morning
All by myself in the night;
I sit alone in a cosy Morris chair,
So unhappy there playing solitaire
All by myself I get lonely
Watching the clock on the shelf
I'd like to rest my weary head on somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older all by myself.
According to his biographer Berlin wrote the song the year before his mother died as a meditation on solitude and the misery of growing old alone. It was introduced in The Music Box Revue of 1922. The song is now in the public domain.
Vocal & Arrangement - Janice Merritt
Vocal recording and song mastering - Bud Merritt
Arrangement and guitar solo - me.
The horns were altered in Melodyne and the strings were produced using the midi chord track rather than a RT.
The Band:
RealTracks in style: ~~481:Bass, Acoustic, Jazz Ballad Sw 085
RealTracks in style: ~~557:Guitar, Acoustic, Rhythm Jazz Ballad Freddie Sw 085 ('B' only)
RealTracks in style: 2593:Horn Section, Background CroonerBigBand9-Part Sw 110
RealTracks in song: ~487:Piano, Acoustic, Rhythm Jazz Ballad Sw 085
RealDrums in style:JazzTerryClarke^01-a,b:Cross Stick Tom 1
All By Myself
All by myself in the morning
All by myself in the night;
I sit alone in a cosy Morris chair,
So unhappy there playing solitaire
All by myself I get lonely
Watching the clock on the shelf
I'd like to rest my weary head on somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older all by myself.