Vance’s MondayNightAcousticPajamaParty #11 StorySongs

Hi Vance Friends & Fans-

WHAT: Vance Gilbert’s Monday Night Acoustic Pajama Party #11 StorySongs.

Yeah, It’ll be songs that tell stories, and the stories behind the songs.

WHEN: Monday, 5/25, 7:30 pmEDT

WHERE: https://youtu.be/7HJKs5IEeL4

WHO GETS 10%: Massachusetts COVID 19 Relief Fund https://www.macovid19relieffund.org
The Massachusetts COVID-19 Relief Fund supports those across the state most impacted by the COVID-19 health crisis, focusing on essential frontline workers and vulnerable populations including the homeless, immigrant populations, people with disabilities and those facing food insecurity.

Money:
http://paypal.me/vancevancevance  or
https://venmo.com/vancevancevance  or
send a check to VanceFunder P.O. Box 17, Arlington, MA 02476 for this web-based groovery.
Pay or not. It’s up to you. Let’s just stay connected.

This week’s pajamas. An aviationally-themed, way comfortable t-shirt (2x, if you must). Seersucker bottoms OR shorts, weather dependent... Hey, people want to know...

Good Good Man - the CD - streaming all platforms, even get it from me..
Payment ways as above - check for anything tween $10 - $20 and up send to
VanceFunder P.O. Box 17 Arlington, MA 02476 will get it too. Limited trips to the P.O., so sit tight.

-Private/public/houseparty things - These can be fun - let me know. Reasonable rates.
Coaching of songwriting, performance & voice, (SURE - BY SKYPE, FACETIME, OR ZOOM)
available upon request - This Wednesday is almost full, Thursday is kinda open.

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Talk about story songs, this was me trying to write and tell stories like I was (famous name here)...I’ll finish this sentence when you see me Monday nite!:

FOR EVELYENE by Vance Gilbert

I walked up to the fifth floor
Just a deliveryman
A crate of photographic film
Grown heavy in my hands
She warned “You drop those canisters
I’ll surely have your head
The Rolli is a fickle beast
The film so hard to thread”
Hard to thread
The way she said it, I believed her

Oh Evelene
Do you see your dreams
In the eyepiece of a
Rolleiflex 4 by 4
No man can compete
Or hold that perfect pose
The way you need
Forever now, forever more
For Evelene

Dodging Sinn Fein bullets
Or the Battle of Ballentyne
When insurrection needs a photo
That’s where you’ll find Evelene
The telephone would chatter
Just as we were settling down
It’s the Telegraph Gazette
And she’s needed out of town
Out of town
She was only half here anyway

Oh Evelene
All your dreams
In a bakelite box
With a bellows and a reflex lens
Was I ever in the frame
I guess that all depends
On what that means
Forever now, Forever more
For Evelene

So you married a well-heeled barrister
From up ‘round Sussex town
But no proper gent would ever stand
For all that running around
So you gave him a lovely daughter
And a couple of handsome sons
And you saved a gilded ball and chain
For yourself when it all was done

And the Rolleiflex is collecting dust
Up on the second floor
The bellows cracked, the lens is chipped
The film no good no more
No more good
Covered with an old bedspread
Oh Evelene

Didn’t I read the headline
In the telegraph Gazette?
They found your smiling baby girl
Giggling and soaking wet
She’d wandered off for two days
With her Brownie in the pouring rain
And all your world was frantic
For her safe return again
Save for you
So strangely understanding

Oh Evelene
Do you dream your dreams
In a red-lit darkroom
Where the rest of the world can’t see?
Children at your knees
And still you feel the chill of incomplete
Forever now, forever more
For Evelyne