Mia Bertelli heads to New York and learns 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



Jamie Oshima – guitar
Will Foote, Alex Wilder – teaching artists, vocals
Malcolm Brooks – bass

Produced by Alex Wilder