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Joe Sealy piano
Paul Novotny acoustic bass
Daniel Barnes drums
Mark Kelso drums
Michael Stuart tenor sax
Phil Dwyer baritone, tenor, alto and soprano saxes.
Mike Murley soprano sax on "Caterpillar Tree"
Rob Piltch classical guitar on "The Road"

Vocals:

Faith Chorale "Deep Down Inside"
Sharon Lee Williams "Deep Down Inside"
Dutch Robinson "Sometimes I Dream"

Faith Chorale:

Sopranos - Valerie Noel, Jean Lawrence, Maxine Wade & Renee Rowe.
Altos - Michelle Coke, Asale Harris, Teena Riley, Michelle Hanson & Shelley-
Anne Hollingsworth.
Tenors - Sharon E. McLeod, Harold Flemming, Robert Picart & Kevin Cameron.
Basses - Dwight Gayle & Lloyd Lawrence.
Director - Sharon E. Riley.
Manager - Richard Picart.

Vocal Arrangement - "Deep Down Inside" - Rick Wilkins.

Lyrics - Dan Hill

Poetry - David Woods: poem #1) "Mood Indigo" (formerly called "Journeys"), poem #2)
"The Spirit Of Africville", poem #3) "Sign The Deal" and poem #4) "Abode"

Poem Readings - Jackie Richardson & Don Francks.
1) Poem #1- by David Woods.

More on Africville Suite

Joe Sealy -
Bio & Photo



Paul Novotny -
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Africville Suite - Juno Award Winner

Africville has deep meaning in my life. Established in the early 1800's on the edge of Halifax, Nova Scotia, Africville was the oldest urban black community in Canada, and the birthplace of my father. For over 100 years this tightly knit community survived with its own school, post office, church and strong sense of pride. The city collected taxes from homeowners but failed to provide residents with basic services such as paved roads, running water and sewers. Instead, railway lines were run through Africville, a stone quarry and even a dump were placed on the edge of it. Eventually, a combination of social consciousness and urban renewal was the excuse to get the residents off their own land. Homeowners were offered so little money for their properties that in many cases they were left little choice but to move into city-owned housing which was itself slated for demolition. Those who refused or were slow to leave, often found themselves scrambling out of the back door with their belongings as the bulldozers were coming in the front. Yet in spite of all this, the spirit of Africville remains alive and strong. The Africville Suite is dedicated to the memory of this once proud community, and to my dad. - Joe Sealy