Ariane Curtin-Bowen – Taking a Moment



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 – Cat Sitting



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 – The Same Way



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 – Necklace (and more)



Chloë Isis – story source
West Bath, Maine
 
Chloë Isis, Alex Wilder – vocals
Alex Wilder, Malcolm Brooks – guitars
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
Songs with Chloë:

 


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

A live rendition:


Lucas Fischer – Everywhere I Want to Be



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 – Did She Change (and more)



Purchase: The Push Farther Project’s Second Album

Nora Willauer – musical sherpa, vocals, cello
Will Foote – musical sherpa, vocals, percussion
Alex Wilder – musical sherpa, vocals, guitars, bass
Malcolm Brooks – story source

 
 


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
 
Songs with Nora:


Fabiola Ferrero – Soy yo y el silencio


Soy Yo y El Silencio


Fabiola Ferrero, Caracas, Venezuela

Nora Willauer, vocals, cello

Alex Wilder, vocals, piano

Premiered at Bay Chamber Concerts
Performance on the Widow’s Watch
Rockport, Maine, August 20, 2017



 
Writers:
Fabiola Ferrero – Story Source
Nora Willauer, Alex Wilder, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpas
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


Fabiola Ferrero reexamines her path as a photojournalist, looking out into the world and also into herself. (English translation below)
 
Yo soy periodista
Llego acá no hay nada
Cerrada en cuatro paredes
En esta ciudad
 
Empecé a meditar
Como un intento desesperado
Eso es lo que hace
La gente que está perdida
 
Soy yo y el silencio
Me he estado esfumando
Quiero 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
Me he estado esfumando
Quiero conseguir un nuevo camino
No puedo seguir perdida
 
Hice fotos y fotos y fotos
Volteé la cámara hacia mi
Voltearla fue traumático—
No me gustó lo que vi
 
Solo hubo algo
Que me dijo – ya estás lista
Conseguí mi mejor compania
Que soy yo misma.
 
Soy yo y el silencio
Me he estado esfumando
Quiero conseguir un nuevo camino
No puedo seguir perdida

 
I’m a reporter
I arrive here and there is nothing
I’m enclosed within four walls
In this city
 
I began to meditate
As a desperate attempt
That is what
Lost people do
 
It’s me and the silence
I have been evaporating
I want to find a new way
I can’t continue to be lost
 
It was raining
And I left with my hood up
A boy in the street
Asks me for money and I have none
 
He asks me, “What’s wrong with you?”
I say, “Nothing. Can we talk?”
He tells me his story
And I tell him mine
 
It’s me and the silence…
 
I took photos and photos and photos
I turned the camera around toward myself
It was traumatic
I didn’t like what I saw
 
It’s me and the silence…
 
It was just something
That told me “Now you’re ready.”
I gained the best companionship:
Myself
 
It’s me and the silence…
 
An earlier live sketch of the song,
Nora Willauer and Alex Wilder,
live in Barcelona:


Ben Adams – Nestled in the Pines



Setting of Nestled in the Pines

Writers:
Ben Adams, Isleboro, Maine (not pictured) – story source
Nora Willauer, Alex Wilder, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
 

Alex Wilder, vocals, guitars

Barbara Brooks – vocals
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


Ben Adams and his bride learn that not everyone welcomes a young couple in love.

Whirlwind romance, western Mongolia,
A family says we can stay with them.
Local police say no strangers.
An old lady takes us to the snow line,
And hides us in the trees.
 
We were nestled in the pines, in snow with sheep skins.
There was no one going to find us.
Nestled in the pines, we were all we had.
 
Local police are getting drunker.
I look at you, you look back at me.
We look at them, they’re coming closer,
Middle of the night at the snow line,
We’re hiding in the trees.
 
We were nestled in the pines, in snow with sheep skins…
 
Years later, we’re married.
I thought it was all amusing.
Years later, you tell me
You thought we were going to die
 
Nestled in the pines…

 


Kayla Wing – Bay Chamber–Carnegie Hall Lullaby Project – Brings Tears to My Eyes




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

April Reed-Cox

Jud Caswell – engineering and mastering


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

Sarah Glenn, Malcolm Brooks, Sorcha Cribben-Merrill, April Reed-Cox, Nate Martin
photo by Andrea Vassallo


Jillian Galloway – Looking for a Car Like That


Writers:
Jillian Galloway – story source
Melodi Var Öngel, Chloë Isis,
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas


Jillian Galloway, Melodi Var Öngel
Clio Berta
Clio Berta – vocals

Chloë Isis – vocals

Alex Wilder – bass, organ

Will Foote – electric guitar

Malcolm Brooks – guitar
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 
 


In January of 2017, Melodi Var Öngel came to Maine and collaborated with Jillian Galloway on this documentary song about a vintage Volvo. The summer before, Jillian had seen the Volvo with a for sale sign on the side of the road in Acadia. Now here it was winter, but that Volvo remained on her mind. As the song reveals, Jillian has her own sense of what’s important.
 

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.
We sat in every seat.
Tested out the steering wheel.
 
My dad walked up the driveway,
Knocked and rang the doorbell.
No answer from inside.
 
Navy blue, leather seats…
 
I was sad
I had to leave that car behind,
But I get hopeful
Any time
Someone mentions a Volvo 240.
Maybe that’s the one I’ll find.
 
People drive their trucks around
It makes them feel powerful,
This car was not like that.
 
People don’t realize
All the life in old things
Forgotten on the side of the road
 
Navy blue, leather seats…