Hi Joey,
We’d love for people to experience this amazing event.
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Willa Mamet + Paul Miller bring the sound of “Americana” to Gloucester.
Inspired by the music of rising stars like Gillian Welch and Alison Kraus, their latest album, “Let Somebody Love You,” features newly recorded versions of Depression-era classics from the American south.
In her collaborations with Miller, Mamet stakes her claim by hunkering down and proceeding to sing the sultry soul into every song. Miller provides classy pared-down guitar and vocal accompaniment that turns out, somehow, to always sound lush and right. Miller has been providing guitar and vocal harmonies for a wide collection of acoustic groups since before Willa Mamet was born. He is currently one of six featured vocalists in Vermont’s Bluegrass Gospel Project and spent years before that as an indispensable member of Breakaway and for Coco and the Lonesome Road Band. The stars really begin to shine, onstage and on disc, when these two harmonize.
Mamet + Miller’s second recording project (their first, a lovely 8-track EP entitled “East Hill Road,” was produced in 2013) includes favorites like Joni Mitchell’s River, Old Crow Medicine Show’s version of Wagon Wheel, and Richard Thompson’s Dimming of the Day (Bonnie Raitt’s version, not Linda Thompson’s!). The ability to choose classic material, and to arrange it so that people can appreciate it, either “all over again” or for the first time, is an art, and, just like “You Are My Sunshine” and “Don’t Fence Me In” and dozens of other popular American songs familiar to almost everyone a few generations ago, this music deserves to be preserved, and celebrated, and performed. Mamet + Miller have exactly what it takes to get the job done.
Mamet + Miller will perform only one concert in Gloucester, Friday, August 21st, 7:30pm at Wisdom’s Heart, 2 Duncan St., Gloucester. Seating is limited. See widomsheart.org for more information.
Good Morning Gloucester 
Very nice indeed! I remember sitting around listening to my cousin (Scotty playing all the seafaring songs older brother George on spoons) both have moved on or walked forward sill present in heart and spirit. One I really liked is this one in their memory! 🙂 Dave
The Mary L. McKay – Schooner Fare
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCaFu_z1QLA
LYRICS FOR THE MARY L. McKAY
by Frederick W. Wallace / Arr. & Adapt. Schooner Fare
From Portland, Maine, to Yarmouth Sound
Two-twenty miles we ran
In eighteen hours, my bully boys,
Now beat that if you can.
The crew said it was seamanship;
The skipper, he kept dumb.
But the force that drove our vessel
Was the power of Portland rum.
Come all ye hardy haddockers
Who winter fishin’ go.
And brave the seas upon the banks
In stormy wind and snow
And ye who love hard driving
Come listen to my lay
Of the run we made from Portland
On the Mary L. McKay.
We hung the muslin on her
As the wind began to hum.
Twenty hardy Nova Scotia men
Chock full of Portland rum.
Mainsail, fores’l, jib and jumbo
On that wild December day
As we passed ole Cape Elizabeth
And slugged for Fundy Bay.
Storm along, drive along
Punch her through the rips.
Northeast gale’s a blowin’,
And we’ll take all that she gives.
We’re homeward bound to Yarmouth Sound
Two-twenty miles today
We made the run on Portland rum
On the Mary L. McKay.
We slammed her by Monhegan
As the gale began to scream.
Our vessel took to dancing
In a way that was no dream.
A howler o’er the taffrail, b’ye
As we steered sou’east away
For she was a hound for running
Was the Mary L. McKay.
We slammed her to Matinicus.
The skipper hauled the log
“Sixteen knots! Lord Harry!
Ain’t she just the gal to jog?”
The half-canned wheelsman shouted
As he swung her on her way
“Just watch me tear the mainsail off
The Mary L. McKay.”
Chorus
The rum was passing merrily
And the crew was feeling grand
Longnecks dancing in our wake
From where we left the land.
Our skipper he kept sober
For he knew how things could lay,
And he made us furl the mains’l
On the Mary L. McKay.
Now the captain didn’t care to make
His wife a widow yet.
He swung her off to Yarmouth Cape
With just her fores’l set
Past Fourchu in the mornin’
And shut in at break of day
And soon in shelterin’ harbor
Lay the Mary L. McKay.
Chorus
From Portland, Maine, to Yarmouth Sound
Two-twenty miles we ran.
In eighteen hours, my bully boys,
Now beat that if you can.
The crew said it was seamanship;
The skipper he kept dumb.
But the force that drove our vessel
Was the power of Portland rum.
Personnel:
Chuck Romanoff -12 string guitar, 4 string banjo, vocals
Steve Romanoff – 6 and 12 string guitars, 5 string banjo, vocals
Tom Rowe (1950-2004) – bass, tin whistle, guitar, vocals
Schooner Fare’s Home Site with info, bios, where to purchase their music, and photos. There is also a dedicated area to remember Tom Rowe. He is still missed. It’s a wonderful site. If you like their music please check it out! http://www.outergreen.com/
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