Jeb Smereck



Jeb Smereck (musical sherpa)
Camden, Maine

Malcolm Brooks (story source)

Chloë Isis (vocals)


When the Sun Will Come Up
Malcolm Brooks worries about a friend in Boston and discovers that things are better than he thought.

Writers:
Malcolm Brooks – story source, Jeb Smereck – musical sherpa
Recording:
Malcolm Brooks, Chloë Isis – vocals
Jeb Smereck – guitars
 
Well, I haven’t heard a word from my friend John
All this long, dark, lonely winter.
I can picture him walking to the coffee shop
On this dreary morning.
 
Gotta keep going, keep working, keep waiting,
Cause you never know when the sun will come up.
Gotta keep going, keep working, keep waiting,
Cause you never know.
 
I could drive down to Boston to the coffee shop.
I could pay John a visit.
Oh, why do I worry about everyone
On this dreary morning?
 
Gotta keep going, keep working, keep waiting….
 
I just saw a post online, a film of John,
Smiling, talking with a pretty customer.
Somebody else wrote, John, send me some coffee
And yourself as well.
 
Gotta keep going, keep working, keep waiting….


Chloë Isis


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Chloë Isis

Brunswick, Maine

 

Driver’s Ed Blues

Chloë Isis tells what it took to get her license.
Writers:
Chloë Isis – story source, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Recording: Chloë Isis – guitar, vocal, Malcolm Brooks – guitar

I took driver’s ed, I sat for hours in class
I learn to park and yield and best of all how to pass
 
There were all these questions, I couldn’t answer them all
I missed the one about the legal limit of alchohol
 
I drove with the teacher, he had his own break
He made me stop at the stop signs, that was his only mistake
 
I drove to Waldboro and then back again
I was counting the hours, I had to get to ten
 
I love the DMV, you know what I mean
They gave me a number, it was a hundred nineteen
 
Long story short, I got my permit today
Good news for me, but maybe you should consider staying out of my way.

 

Summer

Chloë Isis makes it through the Maine winters, because the summers are so sweet.
Writers:
Chloë Isis – story source. Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Vocals: Chloë Isis

 

Contradance

Chloë Isis tells what happened on the way to a dance and why she goes again and again.
Writers: Chloë Isis – story source. Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Vocals: Chloë Isis

 

Only Child

Chloë Isis begins a different life in her house now that her sister has gone off to college.
Writers:
Chloë Isis – story source. Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Vocals: Chloë Isis

Boston Marathon

Malcolm Brooks tries to love and let go at the same time.
Writers:
Malcolm Brooks – story source. Chloë Isis – musical sherpa
Vocals: Chloë Isis, Malcolm Brooks


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My Wish for You

Learning that a long-time friend is gay and has decided to move away, Malcolm Brooks wrestles with losing contact but wanting what’s best for his friend.
Writers: Malcolm Brooks – story source. Chloë Isis – musical sherpa
Vocals: Chloë Isis, Malcolm Brooks


Dancing at Home
Hannah Batley longs for quiet romance rather than a night on the town.

Writers:
Hannah Batley – story source, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Recording:
Chloë Isis – vocals, Malcolm Brooks – guitar
 
You’re flying around the country
Sitting in airports
Thinking of me
Hopefully
And I’m at home alone counting the days
 
Till we’re dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
Till we’re dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
 
You’re living out of a suitcase
Getting some rest
Feeling your best
Hopefully
And I’m at home alone counting the days
 
Till we’re dancing, dancing….
 
You’ll sing me some Sinatra
Hold me near
Call me dear
Hopefully
How do I love thee?
 
I want to talk about unimportant things
And leave the world behind
Let’s just stay young at heart
 
Just dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
We’re just dancing, dancing
Dancing at home

 
Necklace
Chloë Isis loses a green necklace near the beach, and then with a storm coming, and no one to help her, she realizes she’s lost more than she thought.

Writers:
Chloë Isis – story source. Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa.
Vocals: Chloë Isis, Nora Willauer

 

You’re looking for your green necklace
That you lost
It’s on a long chain
When you were climbing trees
In your bare feet
You dropped it on the ground
 
That necklace was more than jewelry
There’s more to something than what you see
 
It looks like there’s a storm coming
In the west
The water sounds like wind
You can hear it echo in the cove
Down below
You feel some drops of rain
 
That necklace was more than jewelry
There’s more to something than what you see
 
You didn’t think to stop
To take your necklace off
It came all the way from Istanbul
From someone who loves you
Who loves you
 
Everyone is running down there
On the beach
The storm is drawing near
No one’s gonna help you find that necklace
That you lost
You’re the only one, the only one (still here)
 
That necklace was more than jewelry
There’s more to something than what you see
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Kindness (Ellerbe’s Song) 

Chloë Isis loses someone she hardly knew and finds she keeps thinking about him.

Writers:
Chloë Isis – story source. Malcolm Brooks, Rohan Edwards – musical sherpas.
Vocals: Chloë Isis and Rohan Edwards

 
Two days ago I got the news
That a man who comes to contradances
Died from cancer
I was sitting at the kitchen table
My mom was there too
I started telling her about Ellerbe

I don’t understand how someone I hardly knew
Could feel so hard to lose
I thought of all these things he would do
He made kindness look so easy
 
He would always find me at the dance
So that I could cut up apples
To give to the musicians
He would use his swiss army knife
And I would use it, too
Because I didn’t bring my own
 
I don’t understand how someone I hardly knew
Could feel so hard to lose
I thought of all these things he would do
He made kindness look so easy
 
One time I lost some buttons from my dress
He put them in a letter that he sent in the mail
With the buttons taped to the paper
He found them after the dance
He only found two
So he added one more
 
I don’t understand how someone I hardly knew
Could feel so hard to lose
I thought of all these things he would do
He made kindness look so easy


Hannah Batley


Hannah Batley

Orono, Maine

 
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Sunflower
Hannah Batley re-lives moments of affection and inspiration from a family friend.

Writers:
Hannah Batley – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Recording:
Lady on the Radio
Session artists:
Hannah Batley – vocal
Nora Willauer – cello
Sophie Davis and Josie Davis – violins
Nathan Hillman – viola
Malcolm Brooks – guitar, bass
Rush DeNooyer – piano
 
He would try to teach me how to point my toe.
I would point to my toe with my hand.
No one sat in his chair, ‘cause it was his chair,
But if you sat in his lap, he’d understand.
 
In his pocket he kept seeds from a sunflower,
‘Cause to him they showed the wonder of God.
He was amazed at how brown seeds turned to sunflowers.
Oh, that was my Papa Pod.
 
Chorus:
So hold me and sing to me songs
Of the sunflower with God in its seed.
Remind me life is beautiful.
Remind me of the sunflower,
That’s all I need.
 
Christmas eve, we would drive over to his house.
He would wait for us outside if there was snow.
He would aim at the car and throw a snowball.
It was a tradition all of his own.
 
Chorus
 
He was the best at breaking bread.
How he loved, he loved, he loved to bake bread.
 
There was a place that he called “The Tree Cathedral.”
It was a spot of woods in front of his house.
It was there that we all stood and spread his ashes.
It was there, it was there, it was there that never came out.
 
Chorus


Star or an Angel
Hannah Batley thought she was lost, slipping off into the margins, and then events suggested otherwise.

Writers:
Hannah Batley – story source, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Recording:
Hannah Batley – vocal, Malcolm Brooks – guitar, bass
 
The school was small and suffocating.
I lost my voice and couldn’t get it back,
And everyone knew everyone, and knew what everyone was up to.
I had sort of separated from the pack.
 
Spent the summer home with my parents,
Painting houses as a summer job.
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go back to that school,
Or even if I wanted to at all.
 
I didn’t know where I was going,
But looking back it feels so clear.
But looking back there was someone showing me the way,
Yes, a star or an angel was here.
 
But how could there possibly be
A star or an angel for me, for me?
 
So here I am, all grown up,
Not concerned with being the best,
Doing what I love, what I love, what I love to do,
And let the universe handle the rest.
 
But how could there possibly be
A star or an angel for me, for me?
For me, for me,
A star or an angel for me.


Caroline Rex-Waller


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Bethlehem, New Hampshire
 
Writers:
Caroline Rex-Waller – Story Source
Chloë Isis, Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpas
 
Recording:
Chloë Isis, Malcolm Brooks – vocals
Malcolm Brooks – guitar


The Same Way
Caroline Rex-Waller follows the suggestion of a classmate and regrets what happens next.

It was the last day of school.
Josh had a crush on a popular girl.
He asked me if I would take
His yearbook to her and ask her to sign.
She said, “You know what would be funny?
If you wrote something mean
And signed my name.”
 
I should’ve known that
The same way joy ripples outward,
So does cruelty,
So what will be
The ripples that I want to cause.
 
I don’t recall the words I wrote,
“I hate you” or something as thoughtless as that.
He said, “Did she write these words?”
He looked at me sadly when I said she did.
Then the realization
Of what I had written
And could not unwrite.
 
I should’ve known that
The same way joy ripples outward,
So does cruelty,
So what will be
The ripples that I want to cause.
 
I never got in trouble and I always thought
I ‘d meet Josh again and apologize,
But he died in an accident.
 
Wish I’d known that
The same way joy ripples outward,
So does cruelty,
So what will be
The ripples that I want to cause.


Caleb Edwards



Caleb Edwards
Camden, Maine
 
Writers:
Caleb Edwards – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Recording:
Caleb Edwards – lead vocal, mandolin, violin, acoustic drums, standup bass
Isaiah Doble – harmony vocal
Malcolm Brooks – guitar

Isaiah Doble and Caleb Edwards


Ravens
After crossing the Knife Edge to the summit of Mount Katahdin, Caleb Edwards finds that hiking down with someone can be harder than hiking up.

Through the rain and winds
And the steep terrain
And the long trail down
Don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop,
No don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop below
 
We were sore and tired
Began to fight
Over little things
Don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop,
No don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop below
 
Why can’t we be
Sitting on the mountain top
With you and me together
Watching these ravens fly around us
 
By this glacier stream
I feel us drift apart
And it makes me sad
Don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop,
No don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop below
 
Why can’t we be
Sitting on the mountain top
With you and me together
Watching these ravens fly around us
 
We just kind of sat in that water
And relaxed everything
I felt really good about it
And then You looked up and said
Wow look what we did
Wow look what we did, and you said
 
Why can’t we be
Sitting on the mountain top
With you and me together
Watching these ravens fly around us


Will Foote


Will Foote,

Canton, New York

 

What This Wolf Is All About

At his school, Will Foote learns that there’s a witch hunt for fellow students.
Writers:
Will Foote – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa
Vocal and guitars: Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks

The first kid got in trouble,
And we all started freaking out,
Telling him no worries.
The wolf started feeding.
He found a couple more,
Calling them guilty as charged.
More names came out,
And we’re going insane and in defense mode.
 
One kids, three kids, two kids, and new kids,
We’re all finding out what this wolf is all about.
Taking attention from school work and friendship,
We’re all finding out what this wolf is all about.
 
Here I am finding out
All these boys experiencing life.
They’re only fooling around.
My job is to face the facts,
So that I can help them out,
And make sure they don’t lie.
Because once they lie to him,
The whole town becomes a Thanksgiving dinner
 
One kids, three kids, two kids, and new kids…
 
And when you came into my room,
A wreck and a mess,
What was happening?
You know my room is your safe haven.
We’re going to figure out what to do now.
Because once you lie to him,
The whole town becomes a Thanksgiving dinner.
 
One kids, three kids, two kids, and new kids,
We’re all finding out what this wolf is all about.
Taking attention from school work and friendship,
We’re all finding out what this wolf is all about,

 

Don’t You Know That Was the Past

Will Foote finds he can’t start something if she won’t end something first.
Writers:
Will Foote – Story Source
Nora Willauer, Malcolm Brooks, Alex Wilder – Musical Sherpas
Will Foote, Alex Wilder, Nora Willauer – vocals, guitars and cello

 

Meghan, Oh Meghan

When she says she must ask him “properly” in order for her to go the prom with him, Will Foote asks in his own way.
Writers:
Will Foote – Story Source
Nora Willauer, Malcolm Brooks, Alex Wilder – Musical Sherpas

 
Girl Situation (at Bay Chamber)
Will Foote remains optimistic about finding that balance between work and love.
Writers:
Will Foote – Story Source:
Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa
Nora Willauer, Will Foote, Alex Wilder: vocals, cello and guitars

Girl Situation Film Credits:
Rohan Edwards: editing
Dana Warren, Alex Forcillo: on-the-fly cinematography
Monica Kelly and Bay Chamber Concerts: rehearsal and recording space
Gordon Bok, Carol Rohl, Clio Berta, Abby Norman, Barbara Brooks, Langley Willauer, Ian Brooks, Charlie Foote, Kim: applause and support


Leaving This Place

Will Foote takes a last look at the place where things were clear and bonds were strong.

Will Foote – Story Source
Nora Willauer, Malcolm Brooks, Alex Wilder – Musical Sherpas
Will Foote, Alex Wilder, Nora Willauer – vocals, guitars and cello
 

Push Farther

For Will Foote, upstate New York tests his limits, and no matter how far he pushes, something tells him has still has more to go.

Writers:
Will Foote – Story Source
Nora Willauer, Malcolm Brooks, Alex Wilder – Musical Sherpas
Vocals: Will Foote, Alex Wilder
Cello: Nora Willauer
Violins: Sophie Davis and Josie Davis  
One night I climbed a silo
Climbed a silo to sit on top
Not many people know about it
150, pretty steep drop
Found a picnic table waiting up there
I saw the stars that night and felt the air
Push farther, the stars above the silo say
Push farther, they say

New York hills and farmland
Remind me of the ocean
If you go out far enough
Instead of water, grass in motion
Hard to get to when you don’t own a car
On a bike it feels like twice as far
Push farther, the waves of endless farmland say
Push farther, they say

The Avenue of the Elms
Long road and shady ground
At the end there’s a chapel
But the steeple has burned down
One night I went there, in my bare feet
I saw the moon where the steeple would be
Push farther, the fires that burned the steeple say
Push farther, they say

Seven miles of woods and snow
On cross-country skis
Hiked an icy hill and saw
A mansion before me
Two dogs and a carpenter appeared
Working there for 17 years
Push farther, the carpenter and the two dogs say
Push farther, they say

They call it the Grass River
One morning I put in
I canoed through woods and marshes
For hours on end
An old man at a cabin said, “Come sit”
So on his narrow dock, I talked to him
Push farther, the old man and the river say
Push farther, they say
 
Push Farther Film Credits:
Dana Rae Warren and Alex Forcillo – directors and cinematographers
Malcolm Brooks – editor
 
Seal Under the Water
On the boat under the stars, Will Foote watches a seal, who seems to know that Will is there.
Writers:
Will Foote – Story Source
Chloë Isis – Musical Sherpa
Vocals: Will Foote, Chloë Isis
Guitar: Malcolm Brooks

On the boat I stayed above
To look at the stars.
Out in the quietness I heard a splash
Close by me.
Little seal came right up to the boat.
I said, Hello, hey what are you doing?
I felt welcomed into his world.
It danced under the water,
Opened up to be seen by everyone,
Especially me.

 


Nora Willauer



Nora Willauer
Barcelona, Spain
 
Milk Carton
When Nora Willauer’s uncle Peter, who lived in the Maine woods, would come to visit the family farm, his ways challenged the family norms and inspired Nora’s independence.
 
Writers:
Nora Willauer – story source
Alex Wilder, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
 
Recording: The Push Farther Project at Bay Chamber Concerts
Film coverage by Dana Rae Warren and Alex Forcillo
Editing: Rohan Edwards

I don’t know if you ever met my uncle
He died nearly four years ago
My mom’s youngest brother, he lived in the woods
In a cabin he built by himself
   
We’d never know when he would be coming
He’d do projects around the house
He’d sleep in a tent in our back yard
Because he wouldn’t sleep inside
He’d never sleep in side
  
Things I hesitate to do
It’s mostly everyday
Like what to wear and what music to listen to
I think of him drinking milk from a carton
And I laugh and say
I don’t care what they thought of him
And what they think of me
No, I don’t care what they thought of him or me
  
He would drink our milk from the carton
And then he would put it back
My mom didn’t like that, she’d get so annoyed
But she still loved to have him there
   
He really liked to play fiddle music
And he also played the blues guitar
He’d write his own songs and play them with me
And he also taught me how to waltz
He taught me how to waltz
   
Things I hesitate to do…
 
He’d come to Thanksgiving dinner
Drumsticks he’d eat with his hands
My family wished he’d use a fork and a knife
But they still loved to have him there
  
One day we got a call that something happened
He died in the woods by himself
And it was all too soon, so much I could have learned
I wish we’d had more time (2x)
  
Things I hesitate to do…
  
When I think of him I’m more accepting
Of people who do their own thing
There are people who care and people who don’t
I want to be more like him
I want to be more like me
  
Things I hesitate to do…


Little Exchanges
In Oregon, heading alone to the practice rooms at dawn, Nora Willauer treasures an encounter with someone who is heading in the opposite direction.
 
Writers:
Nora Willauer – story source
Alex Wilder, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
Recording: The Push Farther Project

Well I get early in the morning
Before the sunrise
In the hallway there’s the cleaning man
He’s cleaning up
I say good morning and he laughs
He says that not quite right
For you, it’s good morning
For me, goodnight
 
Little exchanges
Are all I need
When I’m working hard alone
I could be lonely but for
Little exchanges
Like goodnight
And good morning
 
In the winter I tried sleeping in
And came to school a bit later
But I missed the quiet mornings
So I got up early again
I saw the cleaning man
The moment I walked in
He said I set my watch to you
Where have you been?
 
Little Exchanges….
 
He said your shoe’s untied
I said I already knew
I said I’d deal with it later
Like I always do
 
Little Exchanges…


Sailing in the Fog
At 16, Nora Willauer and Hannah Blanchard set off for their first-ever sailing trip alone and found themselves blinded by fog in the Gulf of Maine.
 
Writers:
Nora Willauer – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks, Alex Wilder, Will Foote – Musical Sherpas
Recorded by:
The Push Farther Project

 
Hannah — I saw her this summer
For the first time in three years
At one a.m. in Halifax, when I was on another boat
We talked about sailing Josephine,
When we were only sweet sixteen
 
How did I do that
Who in the hell was that person
Sailing in the fog
I’d be scared to do that now
 
Hannah and I had left
So sure of our course
To this buoy that we’ve sailed to a thousand times before
But something went wrong
All I could see was fog
How did I do that…
 
We were sending our radio calls to the barges
Telling everyone that we sailing
With limited engine power, please
Nobody hit us
 
So we turned around 180 and
Made it back to the breakwater
We sailed around the harbor and got back our confidence
And then we tried it again
We found the buoy in the fog
How did I do that…
 
We were sending our radio calls to the barges…
 
Then the fog bank lifted
As joyous as a sun rise
And now I get inspiration from the confident sixteen year old
Who managed to pull that off
I need to be her now
 
How did I do that
Who in the hell was that person
Sailing in the fog
I need to be her now
 


Kayla Wing – Bay Chamber–Carnegie Hall Lullaby Project



Kayla Wing
Rockport, Maine
 
Writers:
Kayla Wing – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Recording:
Sorcha Cribben-Merrill, April Reed-Cox – vocals
Sorcha Cribben-Merrill, Malcolm Brooks – guitars
Sarah Glenn – violin
Nate Martin – bass
Jud Caswell – engineering and mastering

April Reed-Cox


Brings Tears to My Eyes
As young mother Kayla Wing works her way to a high school degree, she marvels at how her three-year old son comforts his little sister.

When Bryson holds Karley,
She looks up into his eyes.
He says, I love you.
Brings tears to my eyes,
Makes so grateful
God gave me this gift.
 
When Bryson is saying,
It’s going to be okay,
Mamma’s going to be right there,
Brings tears to my eyes,
Makes so grateful
God gave me this gift.


Sorcha Cribben-Merrill
photo by Neale Eckstein


Becky Schaeffer — Carnegie Hall – Bay Chamber Lullaby Project


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Becky Schaeffer (not pictured), Bay Chamber Artists
Rockport, Maine
Abigail’s Bedtime Lullaby
Writers:
Becky Schaeffer – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Written as part of the Wayfinder Schools’ Passages Program
 
Recorded by: Bay Chamber Artists
Sorcha Cribben-Merrill – vocals, guitar
April Reed-Cox – vocals, cello
Malcolm Brooks – guitar
Nate Martin – bass
John Mehrmann – vocals, drums, piano
Jud Caswell – engineering and mixing
 


Abigail’s Bedtime Lullaby
In hopes of helping her daughter Abigail sleep, Becky Schaeffer tells her about her resemblances to her mom and dad, and how easy-going and calm she is, even when biting her dad’s nose.

Abigail, it’s time to go to bed
We’re going to bounce you
We’re going to rock you
And then you’ll go to sleep
 
You have my big eyes
You have my curly hair
When I see your face
I can see your dad
Abigail, it’s time to go to bed
 
When you’re teething, you don’t cry
You’re so very calm
You sit there and smile
You love biting Daddy’s nose
 
Abigail, it’s time to go to bed
We’re going to bounce you
We’re going to rock you
And then you’ll go to sleep


Sarah Bullitt with the Push Farther Project


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Sarah Bullitt and the Push Farther Project
Rockport, Maine
I Called Him Mellow
 
Writers:
Sarah Bullitt – story source
Nora Willauer, Will Foote, Alex Wilder – musical sherpas
 
Recording:
The Push Farther Project


I Called Him Mellow
Sarah Bullitt lost a beloved feline friend, but then again, maybe not.

I had a black, long haired cat
With enormous soulful eyes
He was my soul friend
I called him Mellow
 
He could walk up a wall
He’d leap up on the trees
He was my soul friend
I called him Mellow
 
One weekend I went away
When I came home he was gone
He was my soul friend
I called him Mellow
 
Calling his name through the woods
Through the paths by my house
Sitting under a tree and asking
Wailing, Where is Mellow?
 
A month later at dusk
I looked down to the floor
There was my soul friend
It was Mellow
 
He spoke without words
Don’t worry about me
There was my soul friend
It was Mellow
 
Calling his name through the woods
Through the paths by my house
Sitting under a tree and asking
Wailing, Where is Mellow?
 
He said, I love you
And then he disappeared
He was my soul friend
I called him Mellow


Alex Wilder


Alex Wilder,

Oberlin, Ohio:

Either Fall or Winter (Bay Chamber run through)

 

The Beauty in Everyday Things

Alex Wilder discovers that someone has led him to change in wonderful ways, and he wants to hold on to this transformation.
 
Writers:
Alex Wilder – Story Source
Nora Willauer, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpas
Recording by The Push Farther Project


Either Fall or Winter
In a reverie, Alex Wilder watches someone who may have hesitated too long to seize the moment — someone who begins to look familiar.
 
Writers:
Alex Wilder – Story Source
Nora Willauer, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpas
Recording by The Push Farther Project

He sits in a field
And thinks about
Where is she now
He writes a letter, doesn’t know what it’s for
It’s seven pages long
But it haunts him even more
 
Now it’s either fall or winter,
And he can’t make up his mind.
No he doesn’t ever call her and he hasn’t seen her since,
It’s either fall or winter,
But he can’t leave her behind
 
He went to the sea
Some time ago
Fell in love with her
He wanted to tell her, but decided to wait
The summer ended soon
And by that time he knew it was too late
 
Now it’s either fall or winter. . .
 
Oh where is she now?
 
Well it’s either fall or winter,
And he can’t make up his mind.
He doesn’t ever call her,
And I haven’t seen her since.
All those conversations on the beach,
Well it’s all my fault you’re out of reach
And all I want is to hold your hand in mine
 
And I can’t, no I can’t, leave you behind


Marieke Slovin


Marieke Sloven on iTunesmarieke-album
Marieke Slovin
Brussels, Belgium
 
Marieke’s blog entry on her first experience as a story source
 
Marieke’s Guiding Song Site
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City to Remember

Story Source: Jen Burns, Billerica, Massachusetts
Musical Sherpa: Marieke Slovin


 
Song of Survival
Dirkje Legerstee recalls an inexplicable act of kindness by a Nazi commandant in World War II.
Writers:
Dirkje and Anja Legerstee – Story Sources
Marieke Slovin – Musical Sherpa


Snow Angels
Jessie Soder of Gustavus, Alaska, wonders how her neighbors will respond when she anonymously invites them to an event on the best field in Gustavus.


Writers:
Jessie Soder – Story Source
Marieke Slovin – Musical Sherpa
 
My story is a winter in Alaska,
My friend Elise and I
Hardly anyone knows
Winter was too dull and what we needed was
An art event in town
We picked a day, a Saturday
When everyone would be in town
We picked a random time, 11:52
To make snow angels
In the best field in Gustavus
 
Come make snow angels,
Snow angels with us
 
We made a bunch of postcards
Asking folks to come
We even sent them to ourselves
We were nervous as we waited
Would anybody come?
Saturday came, it was snowing
Snow was on the ground
We were wondering, what would people do
Would they make snow angels
In the best field in Gustavus
 
Come make snow angels,
Snow angels with us
 
People were waiting for a direction
They held their arms in a snow angel pose
They were waiting for a command
When someone said, “1 ,2, 3”
And everyone dropped and made snow angels
And then we made some more
We stayed and made snow angels
And then we marveled at what we saw
 
Snow angels, snow angels
Come make snow angels with us
 


Peter Di Girolamo


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Peter Di Girolamo
Rockland, Maine
Nature Will Treat Me as Nature Does
 
Writers:
Peter Di Girolamo – story source
Chloë Isis, Rohan Edwards – musical sherpas
 
Recording:
Chloë Isis – vocal
Malcolm Brooks – classical guitar, standup bass


Nature Will Treat Me as Nature Does
When Peter Di Girolamo climbs a California mountain and faces a lightning storm, he experiences an unexpected side of Mother Nature.

 
I lived in California for a year,
But I hadn’t been up the peaks.
It hadn’t rained much at all.
I decided I’d take my sleeping bag
And climb one of those mountains.
I didn’t take water or food with me.
 
Nature will treat me as nature does.
Nature will treat me as nature does.
 
The farther up you get and it’s just rock,
But I got right to the peak,
Up 10,000 feet.
I’m looking out into the sky.
I could see one raincloud.
Must be half a mile wide.
 
Nature will treat me as nature does.
Nature will treat me as nature does.
 
It felt like something crawling in my hair,
My hair was standing up,
Reaching up to the cloud.
I thought I better get out of here,
Might get struck by lightning,
Don’t wanna be a lightning rod.
 
Nature will treat me as nature does.
Nature will treat me as nature does.


Fabiola Ferrero



Fabiola Ferrero
Caracas, Venezuela
 
Writers:
Fabiola Ferrero – Story Source
Nora Willauer, Alex Wilder – Musical Sherpas
Recording:
Nora Willauer and Alex Wilder, live somewhere in Spain


Soy Yo y El Silencio
Fabiola Ferrero reexamines her path as a journalist, looking out into the world and also into herself.

Yo soy periodista
llego aca no hay nada.
Cerrada en cuatro paredes
En esta ciudad
 
Empece a meditar
Como un intento desesperado
Eso es lo que hace
La gente que está perdida.
 
Soy yo y el silencio.
Me estaba esfumando.
Quería conseguir un nuevo camino
No puedo seguir perdida.
 
Estaba lloviendo
Y salí con la capucha puesta.
Un muchacho en la calle
Me pide y yo no tengo
 
Me dice — que te pasa
Digo nada, podemos hablar?
Me cuenta su historia
Yo le digo de la mía
 
Soy yo y el silencio…
 
Hice fotos y fotos y fotos
Volteé la cámara hacia mi.
Y voltearla fue traumático,
Porque no me gustó lo que vi
 
Soy yo y el silencio…
 
A mi mamá y mi papá
Cómprame un pasaje
Tengo que volver
Yo soy periodista
 
Solo hubo algo
Que me dijo — ya estás lista.
Conseguí mi mejor compania,
Que soy yo misma.
 
Soy yo y el silencio…


Rebecca Doyle and Ryan Flanders — Carnegie Hall – Bay Chamber Lullaby Project


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Rebecca Doyle, Ryan Flanders
Rockport, Maine
I Want You To Know
Writers:
Rebecca Doyle and Ryan Flanders – story sources
Jessica Day and Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
Written as part of the Wayfinder Schools’ Passages Program
 
Recorded by:
Jessica Day, Rebecca Doyle, and Ryan Flanders – vocals
April Reed-Cox – cello
Malcolm Brooks – guitar
John Mehermann – percussion
Jason Hearst and Bob Thompson – recording consulting and engineering
 


I Want You To Know
Rebecca Doyle and Ryan Flanders lovingly imagine childhood events for their soon-to-be-born Elena.

I want you to know, baby, I love you.
And there are many things that I hope you’ll do.
 
I want to see you rake the leaves
And do with them as you please.
 
I want you to know…
 
I want to see you eat cookies
And promise to eat your veggies.
 
I want you to know…
 
And if you fall and skin your knees,
I want you stand up proudly.
 
I want you to know…


Beverly Pacheco



Beverly Pacheco
Writers:
Beverly Pacheco – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Recording:
Beverly Pacheco, Chloë Isis – vocals
Malcolm Brooks – guitar


Skating Outside
Beverly Pacheco loved to skate on her neighbor’s pond, which has been dammed to make ice to sell since a century ago.

We’d put on our double mittens,
Put on two pair of socks,
And plastic bags to keep our feet
Warm and dry.
I loved to go
And skate for hours and hours,
Me and my sisters,
Skating outside.
 
We’d walk to the neighbors’ pond.
It was a swollen stream.
They dammed the stream for blocks of ice
In years gone by.
I loved to go
And skate for hours and hours,
Me and my sisters,
Skating outside.


Jillian Galloway


Jillian Galloway
Hope, Maine

 

Writers:
Jillian Galloway – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks, Melodi Var Ongel, Chloë

Isis- Musical Sherpas

 

Recording:
Jillian Galloway, Melodi Var Ongel – Vocal
Malcolm Brooks – Guitar


Looking For a Car Like That
For Jillian, what other people pass by may be just she wants.


 
Up to the beaches
Feeling really salty
We had all the windows down

 

There was this old car
It looked forgotten
Volvo 240

 

Navy blue, leather seats
Jump seat in the back
Been looking for a car like that

 

Had to check this car out
Sat in every seat
Tested out the steering wheel

 

My dad walked up the driveway
Knocked on the door
No answer from inside

 

Navy blue, leather seats
Jump seat in the back
Been looking for a car like that

 

People drive their trucks around
It makes them feel powerful
But this car was not like that

 

There’s a lot of life in old things
That people just don’t realize
So I look on the sides of roads

 

Navy blue, leather seats
Jump seat in the back
Been looking for a car like that


Peter Galloway



Peter Galloway

Hope, Maine

 
Writers:
Peter Galloway – story source
Jillian Galloway, Warren Galloway – musical sherpas
 
Recording:
Peter Galloway, Warren Galloway, Jillian Galloway – vocals
Warren Galloway – guitar
Jillian Galloway – piano
Malcolm Brooks – bass
Clare Galloway – tambourine


Pure Medicine
Peter Galloway discovers a secret sanctuary in an old downtown building.

Well, you have to walk up through this long maze of staircase
It is on the top floor in a corner through a small door
The door was very old, had one of those old metal knobs
White pine floor, walls so bare
 
Pure medicine, pure medicine
To be there and play
Without holding back anything
 
Big square room windows on two walls
That open out on the church and the blue harbor
Look out and see the mountains and my old high school
The harbor and the downtown street
 
Pure medicine, pure medicine…
 
I opened up the case, took out my violin
Played a few notes and made new melodies
I felt like I’d blazed a new trail by myself
Got to do things like this, keep branching out
 
Pure medicine, pure medicine…


Nate Martin


Nate Martin
Lincolnville, Maine

 

Writers:
Nate Martin – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks, Melodi Var Ongel – Musical Sherpas

 

Recording:
Nate Martin, Chloë Isis – Vocal
Malcolm Brooks – Guitar


Stars Move Across
Studying the movements of the stars, Nate finds a kinship with shepherds, sailors, and people throughout the centuries who marked time by the constellations.

I found a book
A guide to the stars
Maps of the night sky
I found Cygnus
Over in the east
On the horizon

 

Stars move across
The night sky
Same as the sun
Now, I keep time
Like generations before

 

In June, I came home
Late one night
Cygnus was over the house.
How could something,
Something so huge
Move so quietly?

 

Stars move across
The night sky
Same as the sun
Now, I keep time
Like generations before

 

I once felt ignored and small
By the people saying what was best
Now, I’m listening to the ages
The night feels like mine
Stars move across…

 

Stars move across
The night sky
Same as the sun
Now, I keep time
Like generations before


Annabel Milisa-Parker



Annabel Milisa-Parker
Rockport, Maine

 

Writers:
Annabel Milisa-Parker – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks, Melodi Var Ongel – Musical Sherpas

 

Recording:
Annabel Milisa Parker – Vocal
Melodi Var Ongel – Piano


He Would Squeeze My Hand
In a coffee shop on a snowy night in Maine, Annabel learns that someone sees her differently from how she sees herself.


 

It was the first night when it started to snow
So, we went to a little coffee shop
I asked him why do you like me

 

He said, if I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here
I don’t deserve to make him sad
I said that you should have someone happy

 

He doesn’t say many words
But he would squeeze my hand

 

He was handsome and 3 years older than me
He had more time to grow up
Sometimes, his age made me feel younger

 

He doesn’t say many words
But he would squeeze my hand

 

I told him to tell me about his imperfections
He said something that I can’t say
He sees me the way I see him
He sees himself the way I see me

 

He doesn’t say many words
But he would squeeze my hand

 

We didn’t stop holding hands
As we got up from the table
We kissed in the snow

 

He doesn’t say many words
But he would squeeze my hand


Chris Finn



Chris Finn
Camden, Maine

 

Writers:
Chris Finn – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks, Melodi Var Ongel – Musical Sherpas

 

Recording:
Chris Finn – Vocal
Malcolm Brooks, Melodi Var Ongel – Back Vocals
Chris Finn – Guitar
Malcolm Brooks – Guitar
Melodi Var Ongel-Guitar


Whales at Midnight
During sailing at night, Chris hears some sounds that make him wonder what these sounds might be.

 

Sailing off an island
It was midnight
Sounds coming from the sea
I thought they were birds
Too late for the land birds
Am I sailing with a pod of whales?

 

Were there whales, I heard whales at midnight.
I wonder was it was all a dream

 

I wonder where they came from
How deep did they swim
What did they say to each other
I sailed for an hour
For an hour, with them singing
And then they were gone

 

Were there whales, I heard whales at midnight.
I wonder was it all a dream

 

When I woke up in the morning
In a harbor that I knew
Fishing boats and ferries
Bulldozers on the dock
I sat there in my boat
In this world
Of my own

 

Were there whales, I heard whales at midnight.
I wonder was it all a dream


Georgia Mahonen


Georgia Mahonen
Camden, Maine

 

Writers:
Georgia Mahonen – Story Source
Georgia Mahonen, Barbara Lyons- Melody Sources
Chloë Isis, Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpas


God’s Gift
Georgia takes a second look at the man who once was the boy she and her friends taunted in childhood.
 

 

There was a young gentleman.
He wore white flannel pants.
My friend and I would throw rocks
In the mud and he’d get splashed.

 

He was God’s gift
I still miss him everyday

 

Then came the war, World War II
We did a lot of growing up
I heard someone call my name
There he stood, in uniform

 

He was God’s gift
I still miss him everyday

 

He asked me to marry him
When I said no, he asked again
The third time I said yes
Maybe he won’t ask again

 

He was God’s gift
I still miss him everyday

 

We raised two daughters
42 years of love
He was ill over 2 years
And then he passed away

He was God’s gift
I still miss him everyday


Melodi Var Ongel



Melodi Var Ongel
Adana, Turkey

 

Writers:
Melodi Var Ongel – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa

 

First Recording:
Melodi Var Ongel, Jillian Galloway – Vocal
Malcolm Brooks – Guitar
Warren Galloway – Guitar
Peter Galloway – Violin

 

Second Recording:
Hazel Delehey, Melodi Var Ongel- Vocal
Malcolm Brooks- Guitar
Chris Finn- Guitar
Hazel Delehey- Guitar
Richard Fischer- Guitar
Hudson Finn- Piano


One of my Best Moments
In the middle of stressful exams, Melodi’s parents give her a surprise.

First recording with the band


Second recording with the band

Senior year
So stressful and tiring
Had to pass the exams
I look lost
My eyes are closing
Head is going down fast

 

In the middle of the struggle
My parents have a surprise
My 18th birthday is coming soon
They say, Let’s go to Germany
My 18th birthday is coming soon
We are on our way

 

I was listening
To a rock band
When we came to Berlin
There was a car
In front of the bar
It was the group I loved

 

My dad ran over to the car
And waved to the band
My dad ran over and kindly asked
If we could take a photograph
Happy birthday to me
With my favorite band

 

In the concert they sang
Happy birthday to me
They gave me a record
They signed it with their names
To see them, to talk with them
In my life, in my life
One of my best moments


Ariane Curtin-Bowen


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Ariane Curtin-Bowen (pictured with Rohan Edwards)
Quincy, Massachusetts
 
Writers:
Ariane Curtin-Bowen – Story Source
Chloë Isis, Malcolm Brooks, Rohan Edwards – Musical Sherpas
 
Recording:
Chloë Isis – Vocal
Malcolm Brooks – Guitar


Taking a Moment
Born to parents with opposite temperaments, Ariane Curtin-Bowen experiences that she has inherited both.

With my mom we stand in one spot
For five minutes and take in the view.
With my dad, he’d go shopping.
While I do like the feeling of moving on,
For five minutes or longer
I prefer taking a moment.
 
When I went to Deer Island with you,
We would stop and look at the fog.
We would stop, watch the ocean.
While I do like the feeling of moving on,
For five minutes or longer
I prefer taking a moment.
 
I remember at Disney World
A tram went round in a circle.
I rode over and over.
While I do like the feeling of moving on,
For five minutes or longer
I prefer taking a moment.


Tori Arau



Tori Arau,

Wenham, Massachusetts

Curl Up With Louisa

Writers:
Story Source: Tori Arau
Musical Sherpas: Malcolm Brooks, Rohan Edwards
Vocals: Tori Arau, Rohan Edwards

 

 

 


Curl Up With Louisa
During a trip to Boston to visit her childhood friend Louisa, Tori found herself balancing the social needs of her college roommate with the yearning to reconnect with Louisa.

 
We were walking down the street,
I was talking to Louisa,
Trying to catch up on the details of her life. 
My roommate walked between us,
Between me and Louisa,
The person I had come to see.

 

Chorus:
I want to curl up with Louisa,
Hear about her life,
I want to curl up with Louisa.
I want to curl up with Louisa,
Do those things we do,
I want to curl up with Louisa.

 

While we were in the north end,
Looking for cannolis,
We found a shop where we could talk.
My roommate sat between us,
Between me and Louisa,
Asking for our next destination.

 

Chorus

 

Later sitting on the floor,
With our cups of tea,
My roommate and i hugged it out.
She said Louisa was great,
She liked getting to know her,
It was almost as if she’d said:

 

Chorus x2


Lester Tenney


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Lester Tenney
Carlsbad, California
Washington State Red Apples
Writers: Lester Tenney – story source
Malcolm Brooks, Will Foote, Alex Wilder – musical sherpas
 
Recording:
Will Foote – vocals, guitar
Nora Willauer – vocals, cello
Alex Wilder – vocals, guitar


Washington State Apples
The Story of the Apples, from Lester Tenney’s indelible account of surviving the Bataan Death March


When we walked by the Filipino’s hut
We saw five apples and we knew
Americans were sending us a message, saying
Prisoners, we have not forgotten you
We were Americans on a death walk
Prisoners of the Japanese
We didn’t know whether we were going to live
To walk another ten feet
 
Then I saw those Washington State red apples
From the U.S. submarines
I saw those Washington State red apples
Like a thorn to the Japanese
I saw those Washington State red apples
Like a comfort to me
 
The guards looked at the apples
They were a such a shock to see
Because bananas, papayas, and mangos
Filipinos had all of these
The guards had Japanese money
Filipinos didn’t want
They didn’t want to sell those apples
They were only there, only there, only there to taunt
 
And I saw those Washington State red apples…
 
I said to my buddy as we walked along
Take a look at that
Sometimes it only takes one or two apples
To say a whole paragraph
I felt better about my circumstances
Remembered by my countrymen
When I saw those big red apples, I swore
I was going to make, gonna make it, gonna make it home again
 
And I saw those Washington State red apples…


Riley Duggan


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Riley Duggan

Camden, Maine

 

Riley Duggan was one of the first songwriters to explore Documentary Songwriting at Bay Chamber Concerts and Music School.
 
Writers:
Story Source: Riley Duggan
Musical Sherpas: Cooper Krause, Orion Krause, Cody Prandelli


The Good Parts of My Life

Riley Duggan weaves four experiences into a philosophy.

It’s sort of interesting
How you feel life’s full of stories
But when you actually have to think of one
Nothing comes to mind
Although I don’t have a specific
Story to tell I do
Have a good amount of memories
And moments and good times

I guess I’ll have to mention
One of the first good days of the year
When it was sunny out
And we outside at the back of the school
Working on this Old Man John song
And it was a pretty good time
Although the song was pretty much done
We all laughed and once we heard
Brennan’s deep bass we knew we had it

 

Another time I can remember
Was the day at my house and we traveled
Along in this field and got to this rocky beach
And although it was snowing
It was warmest day we’d had in a while
And we sat on the beach on my jacket
And looked up at the snow
We had a philosophical discussion
And talked about philosophy and talked about life for awhile
Even though we were just sitting on the beach I swear
For a moment we really were there in hyper space
With the falling snow

 

Another memory i can’t forget
One about the burning grilled cheese incident
At my house
We were distracted for 20 minutes too long
And we all smelled a peculiar stench
Only to remember burning grilled cheese.
I ran to the kitchen
And to my surprise
A blanket of smoke flew into my eyes
I ran out the door and had quick snack
And told my friends
That sandwich ain’t coming back

 

I guess also remember this one moment or time
When I had to leave for the summer
It was one of these last spring nights
I was skating around with my friend Mike
Dwelling on the unfortunate situation of my leave
And although I was sad to leave
It was a good moment after all
Because Mike made me feel so much better about it

So I guess I didn’t really have a story at all
But I did have a few moments off the top of my head
Probably more meaningful than any story I could have had
Even though they are simple
Even though they are simple
They really represent
The good parts of my life


Rhianna Claire

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Rhianna Claire

Rockland, Maine

 
Two Rollercoasters
Writers:
Rhianna Claire – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Rhianna Claire and her partner may be breaking up, but they can’t get the timing right.

 
It’s harder to talk from a place of not knowing
I’m questioning things I don’t want to question
And finding what they say is true,
Your first heartbreak hurts the most
But still I can’t really feel that feeling

 
Chorus:
I didn’t have time for my heart to fully break
It’s like we’re each on our own roller coasters
And we’re trying to bring them together into one ride but
Two roller coasters just can’t be one ride.

 

There’s times when I feel
Everything is more that fine
I feel a sense of freedom
And there’s a mystery to life
Then a country song comes on
And I don’t like country except with him
And I wish I could still call him mine

 

Chorus

 

There’s two huge loops
I am the bottom going up
He’s at the top about to go down
He’s about to leave
Then I’m about to leave
Then we all start again

 

Chorus


Comfort Food
Rhianna Claire stands up to doctors, psychics, and family members.
 
Writers:
Rhianna Claire – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa

Recording:
Rhianna Claire – vocal
Malcolm Brooks – guitar, bass
 


My mother said I have to go off gluten
Can you believe that she would be so evil
And gluten has always been
Kind of my favorite food
And so I cried and cried and threw a fit
I was so angry
 
Do you have some pasta
Do you have some crackers
Do you have some bread
I’ll eat it before I go home
Or hide it under my bed
I’ll go anywhere and everywhere for gluten
It’s my favorite comfort food.
 
She’d been talking to a medical intuitive
And thought that maybe he had hacked into my mind
And discovered my favorite food
And told me for that reason that i could no longer eat it
And so I rebelled
 
Do you have some pasta…
 
And so I later
Figured out
That I in fact
Was not allergic
To gluten
But only to GMOs
 
I eat a lot of bread now and I feel healthy
In fact I had some for lunch
It makes my tastes buds happy
And my stomach happy
And I am not considering running away
And my stomach happy
And I am not considering running away
 
Do you have some pasta…


Rohan Edwards


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Rohan Edwards
Bennington, Vermont
 
Suitcase
Writers:
Rohan Edwards – Story Source
Chloë Isis and Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpas


Suitcase

Working as a counselor at a summer camp, Rohan Edwards and his fellow counselors discover that one of them is stealing suitcases from the girls’ cabins.

 

First report of a missing suitcase
From the girls cabins
A few days later someone else
Had theirs stolen
Then someone found all the suitcases
Hidden in the woods
We figured out who it was
Taking people’s stuff

 

Wish I could understand what’s going through her head
Wish I could tell her what she’s doing’s wrong (x2)
I want to feel control again
I want to feel release
I want the world to make sense
Wish I could breathe

 

They made her work in the kitchen
She never apologized
She didn’t seem any different
After she was caught
When I’d walk past with my campers
She would come right out
She would give them cookies
Trying to win them over

 

Wish I could understand what’s going through her head….

 

I wonder if she thinks about it now
I wonder if she regrets what she did
I wonder if she’s changed
I wonder if she thinks about it now
(x2)

 

Now, a year later,
The summer’s really good
A total switch from the year before
Because she’d moved on
But i still wonder, how could she make that
Trouble and mistrust.
I’m still stuck in the past
Still stuck in the past

 

Wish I could understand what’s going through her head…


Clio Berta


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Clio Berta,

Camden, Maine:

Old Friend
Source: spoken personal story


Raspberries on the Burnt Ground
Source: interview with Don Mitchell by his son Roger Mitchell
Heartfelt thanks to Dr. Pauleena MacDougall at the Maine Folklife Center at the University of Maine, Orono
Consulting and guidance: Dr. Gerald Pocius, Memorial University of Newfoundland
Film Design and Artwork: Clio Berta


Words and music: Hannah Batley, Malcolm Brooks, and Rush DeNooyer
Vocal: Hannah Batley
Harmony: Meredith Batley
Guitar: Malcolm Brooks
Cello: Nora Willauer
Violin: Sophie Davis
Viola: Nathan Hillman
Available on iTunes and Amazon on the “Lady on the Radio” album


Seasons changed and you went away, but I still remembered you
Months did pass and you saw me less, but I still remembered you
 
Old friend, I didn’t know
Old friend, I didn’t know I’d fall in love with you so fast,
and four years passed,
and I couldn’t forget that smile
That one night in the warm yellow light you looked at me for a while
 
Old friend, I didn’t know
Old friend, I didn’t know
Old friend, I miss you so
Old friend, I miss you
 
Winter beach, I wet my feet while you told me about your life
And as it snowed and we got so cold, I wanted you to know
 
Old friend, I fell for you
Old friend, I still love you
Old friend, I miss you so
Old friend, I miss you


Hazel Delehey


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I Thought the Show was Over

Source: spoken personal story

One day my grandma

Took me to the nutcracker

To watch my cousin Annie perform

I was six or seven

My grandma had some roses

I wanted to give Annie the flowers

 

Dancers still dancing

Lights were still off

I thought the show was over

 

So I took the flowers

Walked up on stage

Tried to hand Annie the flowers

Everything was quiet

The crowd just stared

I was still up on the stage

 

Dancers still dancing…

 

Suddenly the curtain closed

And it closed on me

I ran off the stage crying

I went back to grandma

What was I supposed to do

She said I’ll just take you home

 

Dancers still dancing…

 

So remember this-

My timing is not good

Never sure when to stay or go

 

Dancers still dancing…


 

 
 

Hazel Delahey

Camden, Maine

 

 

 

Seeing Something I Had Never Seen Before

Source: spoken personal story

On a trip to the Caribbean, Hazel found surprising meaning in her first scuba dive ever.

I put on my wet suit

Scuba tank on my back

Put my mask over my face

Stepped onto the boat.

I was super scared and also excited

Seeing something I had never seen before.

 

Floating in the water

Slipped under a wave

Dove into a whole new world

I felt free

No more worries in the world!

Seeing something I had never seen before.

 

When I looked around

Giant dark place

I could feel the strength

Of the water above me.

 

Diving below the surface

Swam with hundreds of fish

For a minute I had fins

I had fins, too

No more worries in the world

Seeing something I had never seen before.

 


Malcolm Brooks


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Malcolm Brooks,

Rockport, Maine

Raspberries on the Burnt Ground
Source: interview with Don Mitchell by his son Roger Mitchell
Heartfelt thanks to Dr. Pauleena MacDougall at the Maine Folklife Center at the University of Maine, Orono
Consulting and guidance: Dr. Gerald Pocius, Memorial University of Newfoundland
Film Design and Artwork: Clio Berta
 
A documentary song collaboration with Hannah Batley and Rush DeNooyer
Vocal: Hannah Batley
Harmony: Meredith Batley
Guitar: Malcolm Brooks
Cello: Nora Willauer
Violin: Sophie Davis
Viola: Nathan Hillman
Available on iTunes and Amazon on the “Lady on the Radio” album
 

Marieke Slovin and Malcolm Brooks

Marieke Slovin and Malcolm Brooks

Prescott, Arizona

My Eyes Are Looking at the Moon
 
Writers:
Malcolm Brooks – story source, Marieke Slovin – musical sherpa
Malcolm Brooks looks up at the moonlit sky and confronts his own vanity.

My eyes are looking at the moon.
They are hiding behind these glasses.
Want to throw them down, smash them on the ground,
So the moon could really see me, the moon could really see me.
 
Well, I can see the moon but it can’t see me.
My glasses are always in between.
There’s weakness written all over my face.
It keeps me feeling so far away.
 
My eyes are looking at the moon…
 
I know I’m not supposed to feel this way.
You can call me week, you can call me vain.
It’s not, I swear, it’s not vanity.
I want the world to see what I want it to see.
 
My eyes are looking at the moon…
 
In my imagination, I am standing someplace.
I take my glasses off, show the moon my face.
The moon says, “Hey now, where you gone?”
“I can’t see you without your glasses on.”
 
My eyes are looking at the moon.
They are hiding behind these glasses.
Want to throw them down, smash them on the ground,
So you could really see me, you could really see me.


Raspberries on the Burnt Ground
As a young boy in the early 1900s, Don Mitchell witnessed a fire sweeping through his Maine village and then found delicious raspberries growing in the aftermath.
 

The fire came, the fire came, the fire came down.
 
Well, she started at Hasting Brook,
Hasting Brook by the big falls.
Between Jackson Sluice and Adam’s Rib,
She took out a strip of land,
And the trees, she, took them all.
 
Then she came up, near the town line
So they moved all the kids to Warren McGuire’s.
Where Warren lived and Merle lived
They moved us all out there
To save us from the fire.
 
She swung right toward to the river.
That’s where she quit.
She didn’t jump the water at all.
And I don’t know if you’ve been down there lately,
The trees are still so small, so small.
 
And for years we’d pick raspberries
Anywhere the fire came down.
Anywhere the fire came down they grew there.
And oh, they were beautiful on the burnt ground,
Raspberries everywhere.
 
The fire came, the fire came, the fire came down.


Dagmar Gmachl


Dagmar Gmachl
Dagmar Gmachl,

Salzburg, Austria:

Watch the Stars (Greek version)

Writers: Dagmar Gmachl – Story Source, Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa
 
Push Farther, Greek Version
Dagmar Gmachl translated into Greek Will Foote’s adventures in upstate New York

Recording:
Dagmar Gmachl, Clio Berta, Chloë Isis, Louisa Stancioff
Malcolm Brooks, guitar, bass

Watch the Stars
Dagmar’s story (To explore the rhythm of languages, Dagmar told the story in English, German, Italian, Greek, French, Portugese, and Spanish. She chose the Greek for singing.)

After the dance, I lay down on the terrace looking at the moon. When I turned around on my side I felt somebody behind me, laying behind me. I turned to see, expecting to see my friend Amalia, but it was a young man I didn’t know. I asked him, what are you doing here. He said this is my home, and I said no, I want to be alone and watch the stars.
 
Nach dem Tanz lag ich auf der Terrasse und sah zum Mond hinauf. Da fühlte ich jemand hinter mir sich hinlegen und drehte mich um. Ich dachte, es wäre meine Freundin Amalia, aber es war ein fremder junger Mann. Ich fragte ihn, was tust du hier?, er sagte: das ist mein Haus. Nein, sagte ich, und ich möchte allein sein und Sterne schaun.
 
Dopo la festa mi ero coricata sulla terrazza a guardare la luna. Poi sentí qualcuno coricarsi dietro alla mia schiena. Mi girai pensando che fosse la mia amica Amalia, ma vidi un giovanotto che non conoscevo. Cosa ci fai qui?, gli chiesi, lui rispose: questa è la mia casa. No, gli dissi, e vorrei essere sola a guardare le stelle.
 
Μετά το πανιγύρι ξάπλωσα στην ταράτσα κάι κοιτούσα το φεγγάρι. Ξαφνικά ένοιώσα πως κάποιος πλάγιασε πίσο από την πλάτη μου.Γύρισα να δώ σκέφτοντας πως θα’τανε η φίλη μου η Αμαλία. Και όμος είδα έναν ξένο νεαρό. Ρώτησα: εσύ τι κάνεις εδώ; Eκείνος έιπε: μένω εδώ, είναι σπίτι μου. Του είπα όχι, και θέλω να είμαι μόνη μου και να βλέπω τον ουρανό.
 
Après la danse, je me suis allongé sur la terrasse pour regarder la lune. En suite j’ai senti quelqu’un s’allongeait auprès de moi et j’ai tourné pensant que c’était mon amie Amalie, mais j’ai vu un jeune homme inconnu. Je lui ai demandé qu’est-ce que tu fais là. Et il m’a répondu ici je suis chez moi. J’ai dit non et je voudrais rester seule à regarder le ciel.
 

Depois da dança Deitei-me no terraço a olhar para a lua. Senti alguém deitar-se ao meu lado E voltei pensando que era a minha amiga Amália, mas vi um rapaz desconhecido. O que estas a fazer aqui? perguntei, ele respondeu: aqui moro. Não, disse, não, e quero ficar sozinha a olhar o céu.

 
Despues del baile me acoste sobre la terraza a mirar la luna. Senti a alguien acostarse detras de mi. Me giré pensando que era mi Amiga Amalia pero vi a un joven desconecido. Que haces aqui? le pregunté. El contestó: está mi casa. Le dije: no, me quiero quedar sola mirando al cielo.


Jessica Day


Jess Day
Jessica Day,

Lincolnville, Maine:

I Would Love for Her to Let Go

Source: spoken personal story


About my daughter Chloe
Just about to turn eight
She’s a deeply feeling child
Just like her mama
She’s a real worrier
Just like her mama

 

Chorus:
And I would love for her to let go
To be free, to feel peace

 

She was born an Aries,
I’m a Sagittarius
We are both fire signs
Trying to be grounded
She’s a lovely singer
Such a beautiful voice

 

And I would love for her to let go…

 

We have a ritual and bedtime
We sing a song about angels
She says stop, do it again
Your smile isn’t right.
So we sing it again
She says your smile’s still not right

 

And I would love for her to let go…

 

About my daughter Chloe
She reflects my worry
From my busy self
She calls me to be here
To be present, to listen
To slow down and see her

 

And I would love for her to let go…


Orion Krause


Orion
Orion Krause,

Rockport, Maine:

Tuna Fisherman

Source: spoken personal story


So I guess I’ll tell you a little tale
My dad is a tuna fisher
And we had to go tuna fishing with him
 
But this one time it was dark out
And we were about to go to bed
And we were fooling around
And there was this cool light in the water
And it was really cool
Because if you stroke your hand
Like a fishing pole in the water
There was this trail of light
 
My dad is a tuna fisher
And we went fishing with him
It’s usually not that fun
 
My dad cast out this big cod fishing line
And he was jigging around
And then you could see this big
Glowing orb coming up from the bottom
Later on we were standing
Up on the boat on the tower
And there was this school of fish that came
And they lit up the water
 
My dad is a tuna fisher
And we went fishing with him
It’s usually not that fun
 
There was also this whale
Or shark that went by
And there was this big mass
Of bright glowing light
One of the reasons
I remember it is because my dad said
You probably only see something like that
Once in a lifetime
 
My dad is a tuna fisher
And we went fishing with him
It’s usually not that fun
 
But this time it was


Lucas Fischer


Lucas Fischer
Lucas Fischer,

Camden, Maine:

Grandfather’s Blues

Source: spoken personal story

One time my grandfather said that he could do the Russian dance where you kick one leg out and then the other,and he asked my grandmother
To hold him up.
But when he kicked out his leg they both tumbled backwards on the kitchen floor.
 
I bet that he could do a burnout in the SUV, but he said that he couldn’t ‘cause it was an automatic.
But he tried anyways.
There wasn’t a burnout but a guy on the side of the road gave my grandfather two thumbs up.
 
I felt happy, excited, friendly, glad, calm, stressed, and thrilled, and tender, irritated,
I felt sad, mad, bad, jealous, relaxed ‘cause that’s what it’s like with my grandfather!
 
We would drive the snow blower on the riding lawn mower, and I would drive it and blow some snow, and then my grandfather’d say,
“It’s my turn now.”
My grandmother would come out and say we were both like little children taking turns.
 
We taped felt to the edge of the lid on the cookie jar, so my grandmother couldn’t hear us
Sneaking those cookies.
So she wouldn’t yell “Judd” or “Lucas” until she found out.
 
I felt happy, excited, friendly, glad, calm, stressed, thrilled, content, tender, irritated,
I felt sad, mad, bad, jealous, relaxed ‘cause that’s what it’s like with my grandfather!


Rosemary Logan


Rosemary Logan
rosemaryAndCamera
Rosemary Logan,

Flagstaff, Arizona:

Canyon Song (Cottonwoods in the Distance)

Source: Personal spoken story
(recording artist: Marieke Slovin)


There’s a place in the desert
I’ve gone to for years
Every time I go visit
A journey to myself
It’s just a dry desert wash most of the year
When you start hiking, signs of life appear
 
Can I find the courage
To part with you, my love
And nurture my own spirit
You’re part of me, my love
Each day you bring joy to my life, little one
Leaving you is the hardest thing, I’ve ever done
 
Chorus:
There are cottonwoods in the distance
Water in the wash
Birds are singin’ if you listen, there are
Bright yellow and orange rocks
Saguaros are hanging on the cliffs and
Somehow
Everything sorts itself out right here
Somehow everything sorts itself out right here
 
I wasn’t sure just what to do but I was
Losing my mind
Peaceful nights disrupted
My own needs cast aside
People trying to tell me how to love
What gives them the right to judge, love?
 
So leaving was a severing
Then the greatest joy
It was the first time I left my baby
The first time on my own
It was the first time I got my body back
In a year
The first time I’m returning
Here
 
Chorus


Liza Dale-Hallett


liza with parakeet

Liza Dale-Hallett,

Melbourne, Australia: 

I Need to Feel This Place

Source: spoken person story
Vocal by Marieke Slovin


A story about my sister
Who marries an American
And her new life in america
In a house i have not seen
She was creating something new
But going to something old
 
I need to see this house,
I need to see this street,
My sister has been in America
For nearly 30 years.
To feel connected with her
I need to feel this place
 
The street was marked in my imaginings
By the fact that a few doors down
There lived a convicted murderer
Who wore a bracelet.
Her husband had an array
Of weaponry for feeling secure.
 
I need to see this house..
 
Three thousand cooking books.
There was so much in that house
It was sort of broken. loved to death.
It was sinking.
That is my image of the house
And my sister’s new life
 
I need to see this house…
 
She’s been living on the other side of the world
Now she has moved on
I’m gonna go now to that house
even if she’s gone
 
I need to see this house…


Isaiah Doble


Isaiah Doble
Isaiah Doble,

Rockport, Maine:

Battle Song

Source: spoken personal reverie


I’m a young man
I am in the war.
I’m a blue.
I am one of the elite,
One of the strong and the brave
And the fast and wise.
 
Sword and shield clashing
War cries
Arrows flying,
Sounds of horse hooves, armor clattering,
Victory and defeat,
 
It’s our only castle
And we want to keep it.
if we share
We will starve.
We must fight
And defeat the foe.
We must fight
And defeat the foe.
 
Sword and shield clashing..
 
Come and join me
In this disastrous war
Fight by my side
And together we will win.
We will fight
Till the last breath
And we will never leave your side.
 
Sword and shield clashing..