Maia Macdonald

Maia Macdonald

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Maia Macdonald is a New York singer-songwriter who blends folk, electronica, and world musics. She has loyal fanbases in Boston, San Francisco, and New York City. Her deeply personal music echoes the likes of Nick Drake and Deb Talan.

Biography


Maia Macdonald began her career as a composer and performer at the age of 9. Now 22, Maia, a recent graduate of Wellesley College, took her act to New York City in the summer 2006. Maia fuses traditional "folk" with electronica, jazz, and world music (taking specific inspiration from Haiti, Brazil,India, and Iraq.) She studied classical music theory and history, has traveled to Haiti to study folkloric music and drumming, and served as the drum captain of a Boston-based Haitian & Brazilian Drum and Dance Ensemble. She has served as program director and folk and world music genre directors for radio WZLY in Wellesley Massachussets.
She has twice set up camp in her tiny dorm room to record and mix two self-produced albums - "October" (2002) and "The Atlantic" (2005). Maia consistently packed shows in Wellesley and has developed a fan base in the Boston, San Francisco, and New York areas. Maia Macdonald has opened for Edie Carey, Meg Hutchinson, Meg Tuohey, the Divine Maggees, and The Weepies (Deb Talan & Steve Tannen) and has performed with Brown Bird and Our Lady of Bells. In 2006 she formed the record label "Kid In The Attic Records" in order to independently produce and release her records. She is currently performing in New York City and working on a new CD slated for release in early 2007.

Lyrics

Your Hands

Written By: Maia Macdonald

your bare feet on the ground
hair soaked in my hands
clutching your hands
i once heard a poem that goes
'a rose is a rose is a rose'
i once had an idea about my life
i once woke up and i wasn't waiting

it's still a surprise when i knock on the door and hear you there
this ice cream headache is numbing my sense of season

you'll sew me good
my pants, the holes are worn through
like my heart -- in your hands
clutching your hands

we're in the sky, high
sucking us up, down

where are you going love?
away? where there's nothing left anymore anyway
there is light in my mind
i have heard such a silent sigh

where there's light
did you know i was caught in shadows
write me down while i'm still around

i don't know where you are
i hope it's not so far from here
i don't know who you want to be
i don't know, i don't know

your nimble hands weaving in and out of mine
brushing the hair from your eyes

Warm November

Written By: Maia Macdonald


There’s a little country star
He wears his jacket in June and July
Thinks he’s a famous painter’s son
He sits down with his guitar

Cold in May, warm November
Wishing on a string in his hands
Want a little, need some more
Get out of here

Let go
Raise your arms into the sun
You fall better

I want to move south,
Get my hands in the dirt
I want to move west to Portland, Seattle
Touch the earth

No, no, no,
I am getting up
My father said “Get some rest�
I am waiting and I am watching it all
And I’m not screaming

Float, rise, high
To see you there,
It’s gonna bring me back home

He is writing his second draft
He is listening to Agnus Dei
And not turning back.

(Keep on going)
Gonna turn around
(Raise your arms up in the sun)
Make my way home
(Let go)
Not gonna fall down
I’m not screaming

Float, rise, high
To see you there,
It’s gonna bring me back home
I am waiting and I am watching it all,
And I’m not screaming

No, no, no,
I am getting up
My father said “Get some rest�
I am waiting and I am watching it all
And I’m not screaming

(Keep on going)
Rise, high
(Raise your arms up in the sun)
Bring me back home
(Let go)

Float, Rise, high, high
Float
Pack the car and I’m in it
Drive the east coast to the Atlantic

No, no, no,
I am getting up
My father said “Get some rest�
I am waiting and I am watching it all
And I’m not screaming

Discography

Maia Live (2001)
Meditation #2 (2001)
October (2002)
The Atlantic (2005)