Mia Bertelli



Mia Bertelli – story source, vocals
Santa Fe, New Mexico
 

Will Foote, Alex Wilder – musical sherpa, vocals
Will Foote – musical sherpa, vocals
Jamie Oshima – guitar

Malcolm Brooks – bass
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


(I Don’t Even Like) Whisky
 
Mia Bertelli heads to New York and finds some surprises about the city and herself.
 
They told me, “Look up Jimmy’s no. 43”
I could hear the sounds of singing, but the entrance wasn’t clear
Iron bars in front, stairs that just went down
And this fellow smoking a cigarette
 
I don’t even like whisky
But your eyes are green
And there is a kindness about
The way you seem
 
It turns out the bartender was the one I’d seen
I got avocado tacos, listened to the people sing
I sang a few myself, I was going to leave
He said, “What about a whisky ‘fore you go?”
 
I don’t even like whisky…
 
I had no money but he said, “No, it’s on me”
He poured me samples, one at a time
His sister came in with a friend to have a beer
He talked like he’d known us all for years
 
I don’t even like whisky…
 
He walked his sister home, and me, I got lost
We dispersed into the grid, walking off into the night
I tried to make sense of the pattern of the streets
But I didn’t mind
Getting lost is fine…
 
I don’t even like whisky
But your eyes are green
And there is a kindness about
The way you seem
And there is a kindness about
You
 


Joaquín Contreras




Joaquin Contreras – story source, guitar


Alex Wilder – musical sherpa, upright bass, vocals


Chloë Isis, Will Foote – musical sherpas, vocals
 
Songs with Joaquin

I Just Came to Pray
 


Little More Better – live two-track recording
 
After leaving Home for school, Joaquin wrestles with being away from his family after three of his relatives perish in a shooting.

 

My grandfather used to drive me
to school every morning,
He loved to listen to the blues
I know he’d have wanted me to go
 
Now I’m far from home
Then I remember his voice
That sweet lovin’ sound
And I feel a little more better
 
My uncle always had
a good attitude in life
And told me “do something you love
and you’ll be alright.”
 
Now I’m far from home
Then I remember his voice
That sweet lovin’ sound
And I feel a little more better
 
22, still so young
My cousin didn’t deserve it
He had two little girls
He had a lot going for him
 
A kid went into the shop that day
Took their lives with a gun
It broke my family’s hearts
Every single one
 
Now I’m far from home
Then I remember his voice
That sweet lovin’ sound
And I feel a little more better
 
Now I’m far from home
Then I remember his voice
That sweet lovin’ sound
And I feel a little more better

 
 


2018 begins with a question



 


Here’s the question that came up over the winter break: How can we do more for communities? Each one is important. Joaquin comes from Houston. Nora’s out west in Eugene, and so is Caroline, north of Nora in Portland. Melodi is in Cyprus. Alex is thinking about Ohio. Rather than posting a docsong a week, we’re going to plan out a project with a community focus. Starting small and local in – you guessed it – Maine. We shall post more as we figure out more. Meanwhile, please feel welcome to click on the playlist and listen through a sample of docsongs.
 


Winter Solstice Greetings

Time to pause and to rest and reflect. We shall be back online on January 15th. Happy Holidays!

 
Playlists:

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    Ariane Curtin-Bowen



    Ariane Curtin-Bowen – story source
    Quincy, Massachusetts

    Chloë Isis
    – vocals

    Alex Wilder – piano, bass, vocals

    Rohan Edwards – musical sherpa

    Jeb Smereck – acoustic guitar

    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, classical guitar
     
    Bridge melody by Will Foote, Chloë Isis, Alex Wilder, and Malcolm Brooks
     
    Produced by Alex Wilder
     


    Taking a Moment
    Born to parents with opposite temperaments, Ariane Curtin-Bowen asks herself whether she takes after her mother or her father.
     
    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
     
    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
     
    There’s a difference between being peaceful
    And doing nothing at all
    I prefer taking a moment
    Before the moment is gone
     
    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



    Grace Tamlyn



    Grace Tamlyn, Houston, Texas
    story source

    Chloë Isis – musical sherpa, vocals

    Olivia Goodwin-Cook – backing vocals

    Clio Berta – vocal arrangement

    Alex Wilder – bass, keyboard

    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, guitar
     
    Produced by Alex Wilder
     


    Cat Sitting
    Grace Tamlyn vacillates between compassion and ambivalence. She raises the question, can you care for someone even if they never care back?
     
    The cat was never playful
    But I was getting paid
    A friend came over
    The cat bit my friend
    So she didn’t come over again
     
    So I always cat sit in the summer
    I did this for what felt like six years
    Never spent much time with the cat
    Till the day he died
    Never spent much time with the cat
    I was told to play with him
    But he napped the whole time
     
    I would try to pet him
    And he would try to bite
    Why are you trying to bite me?
    I’m just being nice
    Am I just a stranger in the house
     
    So I always cat sit in the summer
    I did this for what felt like six years
    Never spent much time with the cat
    Till the day he died
    Never spent much time with the cat
    I was told to play with him
    But he napped the whole time
     
    He sits in the house
    All day by himself
    I think he was angry
    His mom wasn’t home
     
    He would greet me,
    With his meow
    I’ve never been a cat person
    He was really loud
    I could be a cat person but I just I don’t want to.
     
    So I always cat sit in the summer
    I did this for what felt like six years
    Never spent much time with the cat
    Till the day he died
    Never spent much time with the cat
    I was told to play with him
    But he napped the whole time
    But he napped the whole time

     


    Caroline Rex-Waller



    Caroline Rex-Waller – story source

    Chloë Isis – musical sherpa, vocals

    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
    Alex Wilder – piano, guitars, bass, vocals
     
    Produced by Alex Wilder


    The Same Way
    Caroline Rex-Waller follows the suggestion of a popular girl in school 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 we 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.
    (Joy I want)
     
    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
     
    The same way joy ripples outward,
    So does cruelty,
    So what will be
    The ripples that I want to cause.
    (Joy I want to cause,
    Joy I want)


    Chloë Isis


    Chloë Isis

    West Bath, Maine

     
    Writers:
    Chloë Isis – story source
    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
     
    Recording:
    Chloë Isis, Alex Wilder – vocals
    Alex Wilder, Malcolm Brooks – guitars
     
    Produced by Alex Wilder
     

    Songs with Chloë:

  • My Wish For You
  • Boston Marathon
  • Driver’s Ed Blues
  • Summer
  • The Same Way
  • Dancing At Home
  • Kindness (Ellerbe’s Song)
  • Contradance
  • Only Child
  • Mourning Doves Don’t Sing
  • Dance the Blues

  • 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.
     
    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 shore
    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
     


    Lucas Fischer



    Lucas Fischer, Rockport, Maine – Story Source, vocals, piano

    Hazel Delehey, Leadville, Colorado – vocals

    Jeb Smereck, Camden, Maine – guitars
    Amalfi coast, Italy – waves recorded by
    Alex Wilder on January 14, 2017

    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa

    Alex Wilder – electric bass, organ
     
    Produced by Alex Wilder
     


    Utah, Cuba, Italy, and Newfoundland may seem so different from one another, but to Lucas Fischer they all share something: they are all hard to leave.
     
    When I was in Utah
    Driving down the road
    Mesas in the distance, I felt so free
    Completely detached
    From all I was used to, I want to go back
     
    When I was in Cuba
    The buildings, the cars
    Felt like visting a time capsule
    An island from the 50s
    How I miss that place
     
    I want to be everywhere I want to be
    ‘Cause I don’t want to be missing changes
    When I go to other places, when I leave
    I feel so sad, ‘cause I may not come back
     
    Visiting Venezia
    Surrounded by sea
    Gondolas floating down the canal
    Venice is sinking
    Narrow arches, narrow streets
     
    Driving in Newfoundland, so remote
    Land and water, hardly a tree
    A sign says, “Watch out
    For rocks carried by the breeze.”
     
    I want to be everywhere I want to be
    ‘Cause I don’t want to be missing changes
    When I go to other places, when I leave
    I feel so sad, ‘cause I may not come back
     
    If I could be in a different place
    In a different place every day
    It would be normal to me
    I want to go back and take photographs
    Mental photographs of things I see
    Everywhere I want to be
     
    I want to be everywhere I want to be
    ‘Cause I don’t want to be missing changes
    When I go to other places, when I leave
    I feel so sad, ‘cause I may not come back


    Nora Willauer



    The Push Farther Project
    Documentary Singer/Songwriter
    Hope, Maine
     
    Songs:

  • Milk Carton
  • Sailing in the Fog
  • Little Exchanges
  • Did She Change
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    Nora Willauer – musical sherpa, vocals, cello

    Malcolm Brooks – Story Source
    Will Foote – musical sherpa, vocals, percussion

    Alex Wilder – musical sherpa, vocals, guitars, bass
     
     



     
    A story from Zoot coffee shop in Camden, Maine, where a coffee drinker looks out the window and sees a casual friend walk by. The friend then stops, dances a moment and blows a kiss, leaving our coffee drinker to wonder about what or who has changed.
     
    I was sitting at a coffee house,
    Looking out the window.
    I saw my friend walking by,
    Blowing me a kiss.
     
    Did she change?
    Or did I change?
    Or was I wrong all this time?
     
    For the talking we’ve done before,
    She was the calm and wise one.
    She said I was afraid to feel
    The size of my emotions.
     
    Did she change…
     
    When I started spending time with her,
    I said I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with you.
    Then she laughed, said it would never work out,
    And yet this morning she blew a kiss.
    What’s going on?
     
    I’m still sitting at a coffee house,
    Dazed and amazed.
    I want to call her and ask her out.
    I bet she’d say,
     
    Did she change?
    Or did I change?
    Or was I wrong all this time?

     
    © 2016 Beauchamp Point Music
     
    Produced by Alex Wilder