Jason Adasiewicz: vibraphone
Jean Cook: violin
Therese Cox: accordion
Robbie Fulks: acoustic guitar on “Under the Harvest Moon”
Andrew Hall: upright bass
Clara Kennedy: cello
Dana Lyn: violin
David Nagler: piano, nylon string guitar, celesta, celestaphone, Farfisa
Jon Natchez: clarinet, bass clarinet, baritone saxophone, trombone
Jessica Pavone: viola
Kelly Pratt: trumpet, French horn, trombone, flugelhorn, euphonium
Mike Pride: drums & percussion
Dan Scivoletti: oboe on “Mag”
“Happiness” - Sally Timms
“Under a Hat Rim” - Jon Langford
“Child of the Romans” - Daniel Knox
“Under the Harvest Moon” - Robbie Fulks
“Theme in Yellow” - Jeff Tweedy
“Child” - The Cornhuskers: Gerald Dowd, James Elkington, Kelly Hogan, Chris Mills, Nora O’Connor, Deanna Varagona
All other lead vocals by David Nagler
“Chicago” - Duet vocal by Kelly Hogan; “The Mob”: Jean Cook, Therese Cox, Gerald Dowd, Robbie Fulks, Kelly Hogan, Clara Kennedy, Daniel Knox, Jon Langford, Jessica Pavone
“Gone” - Background vocals by Jean Cook, Clara Kennedy, Nora O’Connor, Jessica Pavone, Deanna Varagona
“Under a Telephone Pole” - Harmony vocals by Max Avery Lichtenstein
Recorded in 2015 at:
The Magic Shop, New York, NY, June 15-17, July 12-13. Engineered by Ted Young.
KingSize Studios, Chicago, IL, August 4. Engineered by John Abbey.
The Loft, Chicago, IL, August 10-11, January 5, 2016. Engineered by Mark Greenberg.
Reliable Recorders, Chicago, IL, August 12 & 26. Engineered by Alex Hall.
Outer Space, Brooklyn, NY, September 2. Engineered by Ted Young.
Tin Drum Recording, Cos Cob, CT, September 15, 17 & October 11. Engineered by Max Avery Lichtenstein.
Orange Road Recording, Montclair, NJ, October 1. Engineered by Ray Ketchem.
Additional editing by Justin Hillman, Northampton, MA, October 24.
Mixed by Daniel James Goodwin at The Isokon, Woodstock, NY, October 24-28, 2015. “Under the Harvest Moon” mixed by John Abbey at KingSize Studios, August 11, 2015.
All lyrics by Carl Sandburg.
All music by David Nagler except “Personality,” “Killers,” and “Limited,” music by David Nagler and Jon Natchez.
Produced by David Nagler and Max Avery Lichtenstein. Arranged by David Nagler with Jon Natchez, except “Under the Harvest Moon,” arranged by Robbie Fulks.
Mastered by Nathan James at Vault Mastering Studios, Phoenix, Arizona.
Design by Sheila Sachs. Photography by John Atwood and Barry Phipps.
David Nagler is a Brooklyn-based musician and songwriter. He is the musical director for Wesley Stace’s Cabinet of Wonders as well as the founder and frontperson for NY metropolitan area pop group Nova Social.
HOG Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
faces of women and children I have seen the marks
of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse.
and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
Track Name: Lost
DESOLATE and lone
All night long on the lake
Where fog trails and mist creeps,
The whistle of a boat
Calls and cries unendingly,
Like some lost child
In tears and trouble
Hunting the harbor's breast
And the harbor's eyes.
Track Name: Sally Timms - Happiness
I ASKED professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though
I was trying to fool with them
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with
their women and children and a keg of beer and an
Track Name: Mag
I WISH to God I never saw you, Mag.
I wish you never quit your job and came along with me.
I wish we never bought a license and a white dress
For you to get married in the day we ran off to a minister
And told him we would love each other and take care of
Always and always long as the sun and the rain lasts anywhere.
Yes, I'm wishing now you lived somewhere away from here
And I was a bum on the bumpers a thousand miles away
I wish the kids had never come
And rent and coal and clothes to pay for
And a grocery man calling for cash,
Every day cash for beans and prunes.
I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
I wish to God the kids had never come.
Track Name: Personality: Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau
YOU have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb.
You have led a hundred secret lives, but you mark only
You go round the world and fight in a thousand wars and
win all the world's honors, but when you come back
home the print of the one thumb your mother gave
you is the same print of thumb you had in the old
home when your mother kissed you and said good-by.
Out of the whirling womb of time come millions of men
and their feet crowd the earth and they cut one anothers'
throats for room to stand and among them all
are not two thumbs alike.
Somewhere is a Great God of Thumbs who can tell the
inside story of this.
Track Name: Fog
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Track Name: Killers
I AM singing to you
Soft as a man with a dead child speaks;
Hard as a man in handcuffs,
Held where he cannot move:
Under the sun
Are sixteen million men,
Chosen for shining teeth,
Sharp eyes, hard legs,
And a running of young warm blood in their wrists.
And a red juice runs on the green grass;
And a red juice soaks the dark soil.
And the sixteen million are killing. . . and killing
I never forget them day or night:
They beat on my head for memory of them;
They pound on my heart and I cry back to them,
To their homes and women, dreams and games.
I wake in the night and smell the trenches,
And hear the low stir of sleepers in lines--
Sixteen million sleepers and pickets in the dark:
Some of them long sleepers for always,
Some of them tumbling to sleep to-morrow for always,
Fixed in the drag of the world's heartbreak,
Eating and drinking, toiling. . . on a long job of
Sixteen million men.
Track Name: Limited
I AM riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air
go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men
and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall
pass to ashes.)
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he
Track Name: Jon Langford - Under a Hat Rim
WHILE the hum and the hurry
Of passing footfalls
Beat in my ear like the restless surf
Of a wind-blown sea,
A soul came to me
Out of the look on a face.
Eyes like a lake
Where a storm-wind roams
Caught me from under
The rim of a hat.
I thought of a midsea wreck
and bruised fingers clinging
to a broken state-room door.
Track Name: Daniel Knox - Child of the Romans
THE dago shovelman sits by the railroad track
Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna.
A train whirls by, and men and women at tables
Alive with red roses and yellow jonquils,
Eat steaks running with brown gravy,
Strawberries and cream, eclaires and coffee.
The dago shovelman finishes the dry bread and bologna,
Washes it down with a dipper from the water-boy,
And goes back to the second half of a ten-hour day's work
Keeping the road-bed so the roses and jonquils
Shake hardly at all in the cut glass vases
Standing slender on the tables in the dining cars.
Track Name: Robbie Fulks - Under the Harvest Moon
UNDER the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Track Name: Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard
STUFF of the moon
Runs on the lapping sand
Out to the longest shadows.
Under the curving willows,
And round the creep of the wave line,
Fluxions of yellow and dusk on the waters
Make a wide dreaming pansy of an old pond in the night.
Track Name: Jeff Tweedy - Theme in Yellow
I SPOT the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o'-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.
Track Name: Gerald Dowd, James Elkington, Kelly Hogan, Chris Mills, Nora O’Connor, Deanna Varagona - Child
THE young child, Christ, is straight and wise
And asks questions of the old men, questions
Found under running water for all children
And found under shadows thrown on still waters
By tall trees looking downward, old and gnarled.
Found to the eyes of children alone, untold,
Singing a low song in the loneliness.
And the young child, Christ, goes on asking
And the old men answer nothing and only know love
For the young child. Christ, straight and wise.
Track Name: Gone
EVERYBODY loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
Nobody knows why she packed her trunk . . . a few
And is gone,
Gone with her little chin
Thrust ahead of her
And her soft hair blowing careless
From under a wide hat,
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.
Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
Nobody knows where she's gone.
Track Name: Under a Telephone Pole
I AM a copper wire slung in the air,
Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow.
Night and day I keep singing--humming and thrumming:
It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the
tears, the work and want,
Death and laughter of men and women passing through
me, carrier of your speech,
In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the
A copper wire.
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