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Carol Noonan's latest endeavor is her most heartfelt. "Somebody's Darling" .......Songs, of War, Loss and Remembrance", is slated to be released this summer. Teamed up with her long time friend Chris Rival, these two have produced a moving musical statement. With a modern voice, but an old timey feel, Noonan has penned five beautiful laments some that could have been written during the Civil War, some on a hill in Ireland, some on a farm in Maine today. Not coincidentally, some Civil War and Irish traditionals are included. For modern day pieces, she has covered Mark Knopfler's moving,"Brothers in Arms" and Tom Waits'"Tom Taubert's Blues". Regardless of the time or place in history, this unique group of songs, tells the same story about the hearts of those touched by war. She has written a haunting musical version of the famous Veteran's day Poem"In Flander's Field", and her interpretations of Danny Boy, (a song she sang at her own father's funeral) and a closing prayer of Amazing Grace, makes this album a personal statement, during a time when we are all moved by this kind of loss.
The Musicians Kevin Barry, Frank Gallagher, Fred Lieder, Greg Morrow, Carol Noonan, Mike Rivard, Chris Rival, Alan Williams. A note from the artist about War, Loss, and Remembrance It is a Saturday January 1970...... I am 11 years old The mail is delivered through our slot in the afternoon. I push my dog aside to get to the pile, searching for one of my horse magazines, and see a letter trimmed in red, white, and blue, addressed to me. My mother takes it out of my hand, and opens it to protect me from the unknown sender. The letter is from a George Melisi stationed at the Army Training Center in Fort Dix NJ. It starts out: "Hi Carol, well you don't know who I am but I found an envelope in my locker with your address on it, so I thought I would drop you a line". He goes on to say that the letter was left by another soldier who previously had his locker. That soldier was my brother's best friend Jacky Roche. George thought I was Jacky's girlfriend, and was just looking for a girl to write to.....someone who might think of him when she watched the news, or while she was hanging out with her friends. Someone George might imagine was pining for him, waiting for him to come home to her. But instead it was me, a chubby eleven year old with braces, who loved sports and horses. My mother told me to write back to him and explain.....that he might still like to have a penpal from home. So I did, and that was the beginning of our unusual relationship. I wrote to Jacky and George that whole year, telling them about each Boston team's triumphs and trades. There was nothing else to talk about, but I was eleven......I didn't understand. In the early days of the war, they would politely reply each month, voicing their outrage at the Sox's Jim Lomborg being traded, or how many fights were in the latest Bruin's game. But soon after they arrived in Vietnam the letters started to change. The peace sign, and the words scribbled, "pray for peace", started appearig on the backs of the envelopes. They talked about "Charlie", and rats, and rockets, and skies on fire. Again, I was eleven......I didn't understand. My mother started monitoring the letters closely, in fear they might forget they were writing to a child. But now, as I study these letters, it is easy to read between the lines and feel the sadness, despair, and even horror that none of us could understand, unless we were there. Jacky came home for that Christmas, but we suddenly stopped hearing from George. In November we had sent him a care package with a big Santa sticker pasted on the side of the box. Inside I put one of my horse magazines, a Sports Illustrated, the Red Sox yearbook, a poster of John Havlicheck, my Dad's bottle of Old Spice, and a picture of me in my Bruin's jacket. My mother put in the Boston Sunday Globe, and a tin of toll house cookies. It was uncharacteristic for George not to reply, and my mother assumed the worst. To spare me, she told me that he probably had a girlfriend by now, and that he just didn't have time for our friendship anymore. I believed her, and was even a bit mad at George. The older I got the more I thought about that scenario, and how it probably wasn't true...that if I went to the Vietnam memorial wall, I would probably see his name. I guess I never wanted to know. I guess a lot of us never wanted to know. It is Saturday January 2004.........it is 11:00 My husband Jeff and I are sitting at our kitchen table with our friend Billy, who has stopped by with coffee. Billy was a chopper pilot in Vietnam, and we are discussing the war in Iraq. It is a bitter subject for him, so Jeff brings up my new album to take the conversation somewhere else. I began to talk about the album's theme, so of course the subject really didn't change. I told him I wanted to do a collection of songs to remind us of what war really is...that when somebody's darling puts on a uniform, that he or she may never be coming home. When I told Billy the theme, he began to recite the famous Veteran's poem, In Flander's Field. Visibly emotional, he said "you should put that to music...out of respect." It was clear to me then, what my album was really about. Our country has always been divided about war, but ironically it is the casualties of those wars that unite us. No matter what side you are on, what time in history, or what ocean borders you, the loss is still the same. These songs will make you sad. But these songs will hopefully make you remember.....and we need to remember. In 1970, I trivialized the war by writing to George and Jacky like they were simply big brothers away at college. But In 2004, it is easy to write a song as I watch the news, and see a soldier's highschool picture, while his mother cries into a microphone...at least now I can begin to understand the tragedy. The problem with that is, until we walk in that mother's shoes, or put on that soldier's boots, we still don't really get it. Until we "read between the lines" we don't have the right to get it. We can start by facing the walls, looking up at the names, and then praying for peace. This album is dedicated to my father, Jeff's father, Kevin's father, Mary's brother, Noreen's husband, Katy's uncle, Michael's best friend, Dawne's cousin, Brian's sister, Emma's grandfather, Henry's son, Carols' penpal...Somebody's Darling.
Somebody's Darling Emma (noonan) Kevin Barry - 12 String Guitar • Fred Leider - Cello • Mike Rivard - Acoustic Bass Alan Williams - Harmonium, Piano Tom Traubert's Blues (T. Waits) Kevin Barry - Koa Acoustic Guitar • Frank Gallagher - Viola • Mike Rivard - Acoustic Bass Alan Williams - Piano Danny Boy (trad.) Kevin Barry - Nylon Guitar • Frank Gallagher - Viola • Carol Noonan - Acoustic Guitar • Mike Rivard - Acoustic Bass Medal of Mine (noonan) Kevin Barry - Acoustic Guitar • Fred Lieder - Cello Mike Rivard - Acoustic Bass • Alan Williams - Piano Johnny Has Gone For a Soldier (trad.) Kevin Barry - Koa Acoustic Guitar, Banjo • Carol Noonan - Banjo Mike Rivard - Acoustic Bass • Alan Williams - Piano, Harmonium Somebody's Darling (trad.) Alan Williams - Harmonium, Piano Fearless Five (trad.melody, lyrics noonan) Frank Gallagher - Viola, Irish whistles • Carol Noonan - Acoustic Guitar • Mike Rivard - Acoustic Bass A War That Can't Be Won (noonan) Kevin Barry - Acoustic Guitar, Piano • Carol Noonan - Banjo, Nylon Guitar, High Strung Guitar Mike Rivard - Acoustic Bass • Alan Williams - Hammond Organ, Piano Brothers in Arms (M. Knopfler) Kevin Barry - high strung guitar • Carol Noonan - Banjo • Mike Rivard - Acoustic Bass Alan Williams - Hammond Organ, Piano Flander's Fields (Poem by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) music by noonan) Kevin Barry - Koa Acoustic Guitar • Frank Gallagher - Irish whistles • Carol Noonan - Banjo Mike Rivard - Acoustic Bass • Alan Williams - Hammond Organ, Piano Amazing Grace (trad.) Carol Noonan - Hammond Organ • Greg Morrow - Irish Pipes |
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