January 2002 Artist of the Month

Each month LARAC highlights the work of an Artist from the Adirondack Region.

Mark Rabin
Musician, Composer, Performer

Mark Rabin is musician in many senses of the word:  he writes and performs his own music or he performs the music of those he admires, trying to find his own special style as he does so. Having dual degrees in music and elementary education from SUNY/Oswego, Mark comes by his love for writing and performing music for children and families naturally.

He began his performing career in the seventies as a restaurant/coffeehouse performer in college towns.  His performing career changed drastically in the early 90’s upon the birth of his daughter, Marjorie.  At that time, Mark chose to be the stay-at-home parent while his wife, Mary Pat, a CPA, returned to work.

Mark cites the Beatles as his musical and artistic idols, and his “template” for writing, performing and producing his own music.  Mark has also produced the work of emerging musicians in his home studio, offering them his expertise in composition and production, and helping them give birth to their “visions.”

Recently, through a grant from LARAC’s Arts Initiative program, Mark was able to produce and perform a demo of his body of work on CD.  Mark says that his ultimate goal is to write, produce and perform a three-minute masterpiece--a pop tune that is not your usual adult album material.  He is always conscious, however, of tapping into his creative energy, whenever and wherever it might surface.  In that sense Mark says, "his whole life is a pop song!"

For information on upcoming performances or
to be added to Mark's email list, contact him at:

markrabin@verizon.net

Time Flies   
©2001 Mark Rabin

Time flies - but I'm not having any fun
I wake up crying - looking for the sun
To shine shine - shine down on this frozen one
Heaven help me - I've become a statue on the corner while the world passes by
Time flies

Time flies - there's no time to kill
At the speed of light - it feels like I'm standing still
My desire is Rip Van Winkles' thrill
Just twenty years -- don't wake me until
Einstein comes around and tries to prove it otherwise
Time flies

We drink Mateus behind the trees
We jump the gun and shoot the breeze
And burn into our memories

To tell the tale
Time flies - on this carousel
Like a child - I'm caught up in a dizzy spell
I close my eyes - I feel myself
Going round & round - 'til I can't  tell
If I've even got a mind to recognize
Time flies