Fabiola Ferrero, of Caracas, Venezuela, 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
From the #MeToo Songs project: Dina Black, story source, breaks four decades of silence. She hopes for a solution that is broader than justice.
If I spoke up
After 40 years
Does it take away what you’ve done
Does my life get any better
If you spend yours in jail
From the #Veteran Songs project: After Duane comes home from the Korean war, he finds direction through discovering faith in his religion and the love of his life.
Off to Korea
And then I was coming back
What was I gonna do, then
The Lord brought Ellie
Learning that a long-time friend is gay and has decided to move away, story source Malcolm Brooks wrestles with losing contact but wanting what’s best for his friend.
You finally told me your secret
You told no one for years
You tell me that soon you’ll be moving
There’s nobody like you here
Meeting in the buffer zone, Androulla Shati tells teaching artist Melodi Var Öngel about her childhood when Greek Cypriots and Turkish Cypriots would play together.
Dali, my village
The only one left with people
People lived in peace
Cat Bennett, a farmer in upstate New York, reveals her experience of the changing American dream.
What do you do when money fails?
For me, wealth was measured in healthy food
And getting to play outside. I never noticed we were poor,
I had cows to hug and trees to climb.
Before his passing at the age of 96 in early 2017, Lester Tenney recounted this story and inspired this blues song about finding hope during World War II. After Lester heard Will Foote on a sketch recording, he requested a CD so that he could practice singing like Will. He and Will differed in age by 73 years, but something about this song bridged that gap.
When we walked by the Filipino’s hut,
We saw the 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, to walk, to walk another ten feet.
Yiyu Cui left her home country of China, but that doesn’t mean she can leave home. Her family has a long reach.
I was raised by my grandma.
My parents are always busy.
When I wake in the morning,
They’re already at work.
They sent me to boarding school
My dad used to hit me
And he drinks a lot.
Malcolm Brooks tries not to be a helicopter parent.
I want to be that way with you.
I missed you so much, you moved to Boston
To a new home with new friends
Who fight the dragons you fight, fear the things you fear
Swear to stay together to be strong
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
Sometimes all one can do is live moment by moment. And sometimes it’s unclear where each moment will lead. Will Foote works on living with uncertainty.
It could be good, it could be bad
But I don’t know
That’s just the way that my life flows
I am Francis Dowling, born in 1899
I went picking blueberries in the bright sunshine
That was the last time for me
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.
Chloë Isis tells what it took her to get her license.
I took Driver’s Ed, I sat for hours in class
I learn to park and yield and best of all how to pass
Hazel Delehey finds herself at a camp with strangers, after she thought that friends would be there, too. She longs for even one friend to join her, to help her fend off loneliness and inner turmoil.
Knock, knock, knock,
The wolf is at the door.
I’m too young to meet my maker,
Need an angel and a sword.