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


Nora Willauer, Eugene, Oregon – musical sherpa, vocals, cello
photo by Dana Rae Warren
 
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.
 
Will Foote, Rockport, Maine – musical sherpa, vocals, percussion
photo by Dana Rae Warren
 
Alex Wilder, Rockport, Maine – musical sherpa, vocals, guitars, bass

Malcolm Brooks, Rockport, Maine – Story Source


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?

 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 
Works by Nora Willauer
Milk Carton
Sailing in the Fog
Little Exchanges
Did She Change


Fabiola Ferrero


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: