“Married in Mount Airy” by Nicole Dollanganger

В „Картини от една изложба“ този път решихме да се насочим към музика за по-младата аудитория, откъдето дойде и предложението да чуем албума „MARRIED IN MOUNT AIRY“ („ЖЕНЕНИ В МАУНТ ЕЪРИ“) на канадската певица и автор на песни NICOLE DOLLANGANGER.

Това е седмият албум на NICOLE, върху който тя работи в продължение на четири години, за да поднесе колекция от песни, посветени на  скръбта и копнежа, с атмосфера, колкото красива, толкова и призрачна, пленяваща слушането в този тъмен, мъглив свят, който представя.

„Това е много личен албум – споделя DOLLANGANGER, – към който не се стремях, но също така не се борих със себе си и се опитах да бягам с интуицията си. Посветих го на паметта на Emil Wagner, предишният собственик на Mount Airy Lodge“.

Става дума за курортния комплекс Mount Airy Lodge, разположен в планините Поконос, щата Пенсилвания. Той започва през 1898 г. като мотел с осем стаи, преустроен е през 50-те години на миналия век, а в разцвета си през 60-те и 70-те години има над  890 стаи, закрити и открити басейни, ски писти, предоставя наем на снегомобили, ледени пързалки, колоездене, конна езда, стрелба с лък, голф игрище с 18 дупки и игрища на над 1000 декара имоти. В продължение на повече от половин век Mount Airy Lodge става известен като най-доброто убежище за меден месец в Америка, с огледала от пода до тавана, легла с балдахин и кадифе, и вани във формата на сърце. Тук пеят такива звезди като Tony Bennett, Paul Anka, Connie Francis. Закриването на комплекса през 2001 г. кара собственика да се самоубие, оставяйки курортното място изоставено в планината, докато в крайна сметка не е разрушено. Така този някога пищен символ на любовта и лукса е сведен до черупка от предишната си слава, от която остава само девиза „Всичко, което трябва да донесете, е любовта към всичко“.

NICOLE DOLLANGANGER има преки впечатления: „Отидох там, предполагайки, че това все още е земята на любовта. Но когато пристигнах, видях, че много от хотелите са си създали репутация като заведения за суингъри. Стаите са осеяни със забравени ключове, формуляри за оплаквания на клиенти, счупени огледала, провиснала сърма и мръсни легла, покрити със сатен. Всичко основано на любовта е разбито и унищожено, и  това е един от най-впечатляващите парадокси, които можете да срещнете.“

Албума „MARRIED IN MOUNT AIRY“, или „ЖЕНЕНИ В МАУНТ ЕЪРИ“, ще чуем в предаването “Картини от една изложба®“ в събота, 8 февруари, след новинитcе от 22.00 ч. на  програма “Хоризонт” на БНР. 

В предаването на 8.02.2025 г.: Nicole Dollanganger и албумът „Женени в Маунт Еъри“

NICOLE DOLLANGANGER
MARRIED IN MOUNT AIRY
Date of Release: January 6th, 2023  

SONGS/TRACKS:

1.Married in Mount Airy - 5:41
Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By, Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi    
Written By, Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By – Nicole Dollanganger

2.Golden Satin Dreamer - 5:30
Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By, Recorded By, Producer, Mixed By – Nicole Dollanganger

3.Dogwood - 2:47
Mixed By, Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By, Producer, Mixed By, Recorded By – Nicole Dollanganger

4.Runnin' Free - 4:42
Guitar, Piano – Scott Downes
Producer, Mixed By, Guitar, Piano, Recorded By, Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By, Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By – Nicole Dollanganger

5.Bad Man - 3:27
Producer, Mixed By, Mastered By, Recorded By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By – Nicole Dollanganger

6.My Darling True - 3:47
Guitar, Saxophone – Justice Tripp
Mixed By, Synth, Sitar, Drums, Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By, Mixed By, Producer – Nicole Dollanganger

7.Moonlite - 3:48
Bongos, Synth, Mixed By, Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By, Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By, Mastered By – Nicole Dollanganger

8.Sometime After Midnight - 2:18
Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By, Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By, Producer, Recorded By – Nicole Dollanganger

9.Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus - 4:07
Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By, Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By – Nicole Dollanganger

10.Summit Song - 1:55
Written By, Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By – Nicole Dollanganger
Written By, Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By, Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi

11.Whispering Glades - 4:02
Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By, Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By – Nicole Dollanganger

12.I'll Wait for You to Call - 1:34
Producer, Recorded By, Mixed By, Mastered By – Matthew Tomasi
Written By, Producer, Recorded By – Nicole Dollanganger

©2023 Nicole Dollanganger


CREDITS:
    
Nicole Dollanganger – vocals, guitars, electronics
Guitar, Piano – Scott Downes (tracks: 4)
Guitar, Saxophone – Justice Tripp (tracks: 6)

Written by Nicole Dollanganger 
Produced by Nicole Dollanganger & Matthew Tomasi

Recording & Mixing Engineer: Nicole Dollanganger & Matthew Tomasi
Mastered By Matthew Tomasi


LYRICS:

Married in Mount Airy

I was married in Mount Airy
In its prime, sometime in the late 60’s
Where he carried me into a lover’s suite
And we made love beneath
The mirrored ceilings

And things were merry at Mount Airy
Where they’d sing,
“All you have to bring is your love of everything”

Don’t recall what we were drinking but
I remember thinking
There was something very strange in the air
Don’t recall what we were singing but
I remember swinging
With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair

Don’t recall what we were drinking…

But I could swear he tasted of Sherry
Contrary to the maraschino cherries
With our own colour TV
Heavenly shag carpeting
A world apart from the ordinary,
Something in the air

And things were merry at Mount Airy
Where they’d sing,
“All you have to bring is your love of everything!”

Don’t recall what we were drinking but
I remember thinking
There was something very strange in the air
Don’t recall what we were singing but
I remember swinging
With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair


Gold Satin Dreamer

Light bleeds in through the curtain lace
Sleep on the couch where the flowers stay
And never bloom, but only fade
In the sun

I fill the bath while I dream of the lake
I can smell the blood purged from raw steak
By the barbecue on a summer day
In the sun

But I find you here, in the blue light of the TV
And I feel you in the wind
Through the back screen at night
With the kitchen tile cold on my cheek
I love you, baby

Gold satin dreamer
Gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark
I wait for it to get dark

All of those dreams left out in the sun
They run like syrup and clot like blood
Disfigured beyond recognition
In the sun

Colours fade from my memories and even though
Other faces I forget, yours is carved of stone
Tryna take you out of me is like
Tryna get smoke out of wood

Gold satin dreamer
Gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark
I wait for it to get dark


Dogwood

O Lord, please don’t take him from me
I need him, you know I do
I try to stop him from using that shit
But there’s no telling that man what to do

But you’ll have to pry him from my cold, dead grip
If you try taking him from me, O Lord
And you know I refuse to understand that he just makes his own bed
And there’s no use trying

O Lord, please don’t give him those wings
You know how reckless he can be sometimes
And o I swear doesn’t mean it when he says
He don’t care if he lives or dies

And I’m not sure if you can hear this, but I read
Your name across his chest and I thought I’d try
So if you’re there, Lord, I am begging you to spare him
Just spare him, to you I cry

Or you’ll have to pry him from my cold, dead grip
‘Cause I’m not letting go of him


Runnin' Free

The days are long, please don’t go
I can’t trust myself to be alone
The sun beats down,
my wrists burn on the stove
In this lonely ’78 motorhome
I stay here, alone inside
With the Sunday dinner and the summertime flies
Motorcycles rev outside
From the backyard screen
I hear them drive off into the night
But I know

If I told him I’d die here if I stay
He would hold me in his arms and he’d
Love it that way

Sad teddy bears on the lawn outside
Clean off the mud, hang them up out to dry
Try to sleep, to pass the time by
But the dogs in the yard
Keep me up with their cries in the night

But I know
If I told him I’d die here if I stay
He would hold me in his arms and he’d
Love it that way

The days are long, please don’t go
I can’t trust myself to be alone
It all goes dark, my bangs long overgrown
In this lonely ’78 motorhome


Bad Man

I wish he didn’t have to die
But he was a bad man

Wrote over the love story he left on my body
With somebody else’s hands
I’m still crying, but I’m not sorry
No, I couldn’t give a god damn about it now
I’ve washed him out of my clothes
I know he had to go
He had to go
And he’d say the same, you know

I wish he didn’t have to die
But he was a bad man
What do I make of these tears that I’ve cried
Over that bad man?

I could tell you that I don’t love him
But you know it’d be a lie
Doesn’t mean I don’t condemn him
And god damn him, He knows why
I let it go, I’ve washed him out of my clothes
I know he had to go,
He had to go
And he’d say the same, you know

I wish he didn’t have to die
But he was a bad man
What do I make of these tears that I’ve cried
Over that bad man?


My Darling True

You won’t change your ways, my darling
And they say it’s time for me to let you go
‘Cause you may just be the death of me
But truth is, I’d love it so

If you’d hold me ’til I’m cold and blue
Hold me ’til I’m cold and blue

You play such wicked games, my darling
They must say, “that girl’s plain dumb,
Or she just loves pain”
Cause you may just be the death of me
But truth is, I’d love it so

If you’d hold me ’til I’m cold and blue
If you’d hold me ’til I’m cold and blue


Moonlite

“Got you mounted on a wall
In the back of my mind” he said,
“I just can’t forget, try as I might
I’ve got this photo I’ve tried to burn but it don’t light
I stay on the drink and you stay on my mind”

“As you were when you were laying just like a two page spread
From a magazine in a negligee on the bed
By the window in moonlit flesh
So gaunt your skin looked blue and wet
You were my girl, my thing, my pet
To do anything I wanted with”

“I wanna hold you in my hands
Like a porcelain decanter
Take off the lid and fill you up with liquor
Smash you against the wall and let you fall
To pieces in my hands” He said

“I love you so much I can’t stand you and
I got you mounted on a wall in the back of my mind
And this piece of your soul caught in a 35mm slide
I see right through you like lace lingerie when I hold it to the light
And my girl, I pray you can feel my eyes
Going right through you”

And he drunker he got, the truer he spoke

He said, “I pray to God you know
I keep a piece of you locked in my heart
With memories I can bend into any shape I want
And I put you over the bed, or I break you in half instead
Sometimes you’re my girl and sometimes, bitch, you’re dead”


Sometime After Midnight

He’ll be picking me up
Sometime after midnight
In the Buick Electra
Sometime after midnight

I know, I’ve spent all day
Thinking of what I’ll wear
At the waterfall vanity
Showered and bare
Checking all the different sides of me
Split in three mirrors

But there’s this feeling in my stomach
Wondering if I should just ignore it but
I was told when something bad happens
It’s usually at night
And I’m watching the sky turn black
By the window-side


Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus

In the skeletal remains
Of a pool long since drained
Filled with rain,
Reclaimed by nature

Through the dark, I wade
As if in its Glory days
Knowing that I’ll make myself sick
From the water
Knowing all my tears and rage
Could load a revolver

I used to think, you must be the water I drink
Holding me down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming

But now I see

In the dark I wait
Right here where I once sunbathed
With all my dreams unfit for day
With all my tears and all my rage

I used to think you must be the water I drink
Holding me down in these waters, down beneath
Singing to the sound of my screaming
I used to dream of the day it’d be just you and me
Like the Wild West
Both of us shooting ’til one of us was dead

You cruel, cruel man


Whispering Glades

When you’re dead and buried with a smile painted on your face
Your eulogy like poetry, flowers overwhelming the wake
Where I’m sure as in your life there will be beautiful women there in your death
Crying out they swear they will love you until their very own last dying breath

‘Cause you just have this way of charming those
Who catch your eye like shiny things
With a face made for daytime TV shows
You’re a nightmare disguised as a good dream

When she wants a garden, you give her a rose
Just the taste of something you could give her but you won’t
When she wants a garden, you give her a rose
And you know it

But you just have your ways, what with all of those
Grotesque displays of love you show
Ripped from pages of books, every word which you know
And recite back to them as if they were your own

I feel sorry for them, because how could they know?
’Til they’ve died by your hands, ’til they’ve felt the cold
Cut of your sharp tongue with your delusions of grandeur
yea you give nothing and think it too much

And when she wants a garden, you give her a rose
And I’ll bet you have to hide your grin as you watch it die in her arms
When she wants a garden, you give her a rose

When you’ve dearly departed
There will be all those broken hearted
But I’ll have a smile painted on my face
There’s a spot in the grass waiting for you at Whispering Glades
And Hollywood suits you, darling, I think you should stay


I'll Wait for You to Call

I’ll wait for you to call
And if I wait my whole life,
It won’t be wasted at all

I’m fine to love you from afar
And if I don’t see you again
I understand, it’s just how things are

I’ll wait for you to call
And if I wait my whole life,
It won’t be wasted at all


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