Carrie Cheron

Carrie Cheron

 Somerville, Massachusetts, USA
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Melodic folk/pop with a hint of the blues. Ever-amusing banter and graceful stage presence paired with an unstoppable voice.

Biography

The lovely, lilting voice of Boston-based singer/songwriter Carrie Cheron is an art-form all to itself. With a sound as warm and rich as velvet, this gifted songwriter and master song interpreter is mesmerizing. Though trained as a classical musician, Carrie’s love of folk music guided her on a very different path: While working toward a Master of Music Degree from the New England Conservatory of Music, she began visiting open mic nights and sharing her “other” musical gifts, and luckily for us, they stuck.

The process of creation was exciting to Carrie, and she immediately felt at home with songwriting. Her ability to infuse the colors of her voice with the words and melodies from her own hand is a fortune for us all. Carrie’s powerhouse vocals are combined with instinct and grace; she displays the confidence of someone who knows her instrument and is not afraid to use it. Her classical training is the backbone to her every word and phrase, and her experience in genres from Israeli, Arabic, and Irish music to gospel, bluegrass, and the blues has helped her become a stronger, more captivating musician.

Ms. Cheron’s song “Indiana” was recently featured on Bay State Sound’s Best of Boston Songwriters Showcase CD, and her song “How I Loved” received an Honorable Mention from the John Lennon Songwriting Contest. She was invited to perform in the 2006 NEMO Music Makers Competition, the Midwest Music Summit, and was a semi-finalist in the Great Waters Folk Festival songwriting contest. She was also selected to perform as the Sonicbids artist at Great Waters Folk Festival and First Night Boston. Carrie also received an Honoral Mention from the 2011 Rocky Mountain Folks Festival songwriting contest.

Carrie has shared the stage with and opened for such artists as Edie Carey, Anais Mitchell, The Barra MacNeils, Northern Lights, David Jacobs-Strain, Liz Longley, Miss Tess, Trina Hamlin, Colleen Sexton, and Erik Balkey. She has performed in some of the Boston area’s most popular venues, including Club Passim, The Burren, Johnny D's, Toad, Lizard Lounge, Cantab Lounge, The Marblehead Festival of Arts, Cambridge Multicultural Arts Center, Lowell Earth Day Festival, Midway Café, Zeitgeist Gallery, Kendall Café, All Asia Café, Abbey Lounge, Sanders Theatre, and Jordan Hall. She has played at Club Passim’s Cutting Edge of the Campfire Festival, and has graced the stage at New York City’s legendary Bitter End, Chicago’s famed Uncommon Ground, Cleveland’s Barking Spider Tavern, the Mountain Stage NewSong Festival, the Great Waters Folk Festival, and was asked to return to FirstNight Boston after her spectacular New Year’s Eve performance.

Her CD, One More Autumn, is available on her website, www.carriecheron.com.

Lyrics

Hallelujah

Written By: Carrie Cheron

There's a scent in the air of snow and dead leaves,
of old leather seats and rain newly fallen;
a dark musty smell of the earth just dug open,
and a hole in the ground for you.

My voice wavered falsely, my brother's was loud,
and a hand rested on my back.
There's so much to say so we read from the paper,
there's so much to whisper so we shout:

(Chorus)
Hallelujah, my darling, I sing every evening.
Hallelujah, my darling, my light.
Hallelujah, I sing, as I rise in the morning.
Hallelujah, I toast you goodnight.

And as I walk through the halls
I still hear your voice.
I step over the wires and walk out the door,
and the words I hear are clear.

(Chorus)

There's a scent in the air of snow and dead leaves,
of old leather seats and rain newly fallen;
a dark musty smell of the earth just dug open,
and a hole in my heart for you.

(Chorus)

I Do

Written By: Carrie Cheron

I wish I may, I wish I might,
I wish I could set sail tonight
with steady wind and heavenly light
and blue.

No more sweeping off my feet;
I can sing myself to sleep,
or I'll just sit and laugh or weep
for you.

But a vow is a vow is a vow forever,
and ever and ever I do, I do:
I swear not to love,
not to even remember you.

Bright and brisk, that lovely fall -
The orange leaves, I can see it all -
So little left, if I recall,
of me.

But all the racing autumn does
to clear the trees, the moss, the dust,
it's all for naught, not for us,
for me.

But a vow...

Lucille

Written By: Carrie Cheron

Let’s say farewell to this tiresome scene, Lucille.
I’ll be forgiving and you’ll be serene, Lucille.
If love be tender and love be kind, let morning send us a parting line.
We’ll ford the river this love divides and keep on walking on.

We loved through the hillsides and all through the weeds, Lucille.
Now I’ll hold the trigger and you’ll do the deed, Lucille.
Our love was handsome, our love was bold;
We loved in meadows while church bells tolled.
But all our loving could not hold a candle to the fall.

It’s just when the leaves come tumbling down like rain … how can love remain?

So let’s say farewell to this tiresome scene, Lucille.
I’ll be forgiving if you’d say what you mean, Lucille.
When love is ending you reminisce, share au revoirs, one final kiss.
With open arms you might dismiss the sorrow for the dawn and move on.

This Old House

Written By: Carrie Cheron

This Old House

This old house, well, it creaks in the middle.
There are crumbling stairs leading up to the door.
There’s a year of dead weight hidden under a mattress
In a journal he’s sure that he’s not seen before.

Hey, this old house, well, it always seemed homely.
There are acres of weeds, dead leaves in the yard.
Piled high in the corner, 12 years of old lumber.
There it stays like old lovers that have grown just as hard.

CHORUS
There’s a hole in the center of everything and wouldn’t you know:
That’s where she slipped out.
There’s a hole just the shape of a wedding ring
Lying beside him now.

This old house is the home of three children.
There beside that old doorframe, you can see how they’ve grown.
There are dozens of ways he can think of to tell them.
There are dozens of ways, but they’ve already known

That there’s a hole in the center of everything and wouldn’t you know:
That’s where she slipped out.
There’s a hole just the shape of a wedding ring
Lying beside him now.

And when does life begin, they’ll want to know.
And how do you explain?
How do you explain?
You can only show.

This old house, well, it creaks in the middle.
There are crumbling stairs leading up to the door.
In a minute or two, he will burn up that mattress.
He will start anew in a few minutes more.

But there’s a hole in the center of everything and wouldn’t you know:
That’s where she slipped out.
There’s a hole just the shape of a wedding ring
Lying beside him now.

There’s a hole in the center of everything and wouldn’t you know:
That’s where she slipped out.
There’s a hole just the shape of a wedding ring
Lying beside him now.

Indiana

Written By: Carrie Cheron

When the sun goes down and lifts the heart of Indiana
just a dozen miles east of the Illinois border,
where the fire's dying slowly,
and the ends are just beginning to show

Telling stories we remember, love in that small town,
and we never saw it coming or we might’ve slowed down.
Take it back and I might tumble,
knowing everything that I know now.

[Chorus]
You’ll never know the road to choose,
You’ll never know just why,
but when the light goes out
you learn to say goodbye.

Within a world where all was glitter and music
we never let it go empty but it was always undone.
From the moment we started you were on the run.

And now a prayer is answered by a message that fails;
A plane gone, a letter caught under its tails,
and the moon rising up to the wing and she just stares.

[Chorus]

And when there’s nothing left worth saving
hold on tight to your heart.
Say goodnight, sing a lullaby, make a new start.

Now the days grow shorter, summer’s leaving the stage;
A chilling reminder of the settling of age,
and some things I might have told you
if they’d ever gotten off the page.

[Chorus]

Goodnight Amelia

Written By: Burt LaFontaine

Lyrics © Burt LaFontaine
Music © Carrie Cheron

Talk about solitude, talk about attitude,
there's nothing to talk about this late at night,
when boys walk alone where the water is beautiful
and love songs are easy to write.

They sing goodnight, Amelia,
goodnight, Amelia,
throw all your voices aside.
Water and amber are high on the air.
Love is an anchor that drags me down there
and bitter down folly I ride,
bitter down folly I ride.

So put on your very best,
burn down the consequence,
dance in your corner till morning arrives.
strike up your cameras,
strike up your orchestras,
live American lives.

And sing goodnight, Amelia,
goodnight, Amelia,
throw all your weapons away.
Water and amber are high on the air.
Love is an anchor that drags me down there,
and bitter down folly I lay,
bitter down folly I lay.

Now she walks alone where the water is dangerous;
tresses like little white wings on the shore.
Run by the beat of the blood of the ancestors,
but no one bleeds anymore...

To sing goodnight, Amelia,
goodnight, Amelia,
fire your weapons away.
Water and amber are high on the air,
and love is a hard-hearted counselor there,
and bitter down folly I lay,
bitter down folly I lay.

-Lyrics reprinted with permission.

Music © Carrie Cheron

Will You Be Mine?

Written By: Carrie Cheron

Will you be mine?

Before I grew up, I didn't care how I got here;
There were clean slates that hung on every brand new bright sun.
Before I grew up, time was always on my side;
There were hours and bike rides till a new day'd begun.
And I didn't think of twenty years later.
I didn't think I would ever grow old.
I always thought that the world was my oyster.
It'll come when it's ready,
That's what I'd been told.

So will you be mine?

When I was young, I was chock full of stories,
Like the one where my father quit the family.
When I was young, I didn't care for my brother,
Would've made him another little girl like me.
And I didn't know that when he built a family
I would be glowing from a love so grand.
I always feared that love had an ending.
I understand now, it's the widest land.

So will you be mine?

So I lay my hope on this brand new beginning;
Remember, be grateful for blessings in scores,
And before I grow old and I wear out my welcome,
Let me be a good mother; that's what I'm here for.

So will you be mine?

If I Were You

Written By: Carrie Cheron

There's this thought I have of you:
Raising hell, lots of women,
Though I know that it's not true,
But what my mind can do to me.

There's this want I can't deny
But I'm backed into my corner
And I'm much too tired to try.
That's what you do to me.

CHORUS
So I'd back down if I were you
Though it seems you always do anyway;
I never thought you man enough to stay.

It's the path I always choose
And though I really should know better
I only know how to abuse.
You're candy, honey, sweet.

Now as far as I can see,
It feels strange that this should happen
But it all comes down to me
And what I want from you.

CHORUS

Say you'll stay, say you'll go,
Just say something so I know.
Don't waste my time taking space.

CHORUS

Shoes!

Written By: Carrie Cheron

(This is a children's song)

I love shoes.
Don't know my left and right, but shoes,
And I have squeaky ones that velcro too.
I love shoes.

I love shoes.
Red and green and even blue,
I often take them off when I'm not supposed to.
I love shoes.

I like to kick them off in the middle of the street,
Send my mama searching in the front seat or the back seat,
Hit my nap with some covered feet,
Yeah, shoes.

I've got a closet full, but the holy grail
Is the smelly pair that my grandma got on sale.
I know because she tells me every day without fail,
Yeah, shoes.

I like to hide them under the diaper genie lid
And blame it on my sister with the other things she did
Then pull them out with the other ones I hid,
Yeah, shoes.

Discography

Self-titled EP; full-length album "One More Autumn"

Set List

Sets are usually 30 minutes to 3 hours.
Mostly originals but can be altered to include a variety of covers, including Ryan Adams, Patty Griffin, Shawn Colvin, Hank Williams, Deb Talan, John Prine, etc.