Lili Haydn
Lili Haydn is a Canadian-born rock violinist, vocalist, recording artist, and composer. As a child, she pursued a career as an actress; at age eight she discovered the violin and began to focus on classical music. By the time Haydn was fifteen, she had played with the Los Angeles Philharmonic.
After graduating from Brown University with a B.A. in political science, Haydn started composing original songs and became one of the most requested session violinists around Los Angeles. By the time she signed with Atlantic in 1997, she had embraced a variety of genres, having played with Quwaali musician Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Porno for Pyros, Tracy Chapman, The Jayhawks, Brandy, Tony! Toni! Tone!, No Doubt, Tom Petty and more. In addition, she has played with, sung with, and opened for Sting, Josh Groban, Herbie Hancock, Robert Plant & Jimmy Page, Matchbox 20, Seal, and George Clinton, who calls her "the Jimi Hendrix of the violin".
Family
Haydn was born in Toronto, Canada. She is the daughter of comedienne Lotus Weinstock and video artist David Jove, who was one of the first people to mass produce LSD. Haydn's parents allowed her to choose her own first name. She reportedly chose the name "Helicopter" by which she was known briefly.
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Lili Haydn
ALBUMS
- Lililand released: 2014
- Place Between Places released: 2008
- Light Blue Sun released: 2003
- Lili released: 1998
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by Lili Haydn
Lili
by: Lili HaydnWill she find it, will she find? Solitary changing times
And someday she'll have her own party
Someday she'll have her own house
Someday she'll chase her own carrot
'Til that day she'll live in a house with thirty people
Will we ever understand the reasons we were chosen?
Obligations for the seventh day of our creation
Baby clinging, baby clings somber notions sweet fledgling
And someday she'll write her own credo
Someday she'll build her own house
Someday she'll choose her own leaders
Someday she'll rabble rouse
Will we ever understand the reasons we were chosen?
Obligations for the seventh day of our creation
Someday she'll have her own party
Someday she'll have her own dream
Someday she'll chase her own carrot
'Til that day she'll have a hole in her front teeth
Someday we'll have a new language
Someday we'll say what we mean
Someday we'll have compassion
'Til that day our spirit will be demeaned
Someday she'll have her own credo
Someday she'll follow her heart
Someday she'll have her own party
'Til that day she's in the dark