This song was inspired by a news story. A woman in Indiana found an old black and white photo stuck on the windshield of her car with “Gertie 1942” written on the back. After posting on Twitter, she learned it had blown 150 miles from Kentucky in a tornado. In the song, Gertie is an unwitting hero, a messenger from a simpler time, here to wake us up the worsening impacts of climate change. (News article about Gertie: https://nbcnews.to/32TTyVI)

Recent tornados have devastated parts of western Kentucky. Recovery will be a daunting challenge. All proceeds from the download of this song to benefit The Community Foundation of West Kentucky.



Song by: David Loewy and Jeanne Carey

David Loewy, vocals, guitar 
Jeanne Carey, vocals, violin 
Larry Federman, guitar 
Steve Kaplan, bass 
Francesca Pratt, drums

Artwork by Jeanne Carey
 Gertie in the Fury 

Arising from a dusty shelf, not of her own volition. 
Summoned from obscurity for a daring mission.

Gertie in the fury, sucked up in the swirl. 
Swept from West Kentucky in a vicious hurl. 
Dropped in Indiana, stuck upon the glass. 
Black and white and so serene in her summer dress.

To remind us of a time before, the web could find a stranger. 
Or to remind us of a time before, the planet knew such danger.

Gertie in the fury, sucked up in the swirl. 
Swept from West Kentucky in a vicious hurl. 
Dropped in Indiana, stuck upon the glass. 
Black and white and so serene in her summer dress. 

Burn a candle for Mayfield, burn a candle for the earth 
Burn a candle for all we’ve lost. For all our future’s worth.

Gertie in the fury, sucked up in the swirl. 
Swept from West Kentucky in a vicious hurl. 
Dropped in Indiana, stuck upon the glass. 
Black and white and so serene in her summer dress.

Can we ignore the warning, and look the other way. 
Or have we grown accustomed to all the disarray?

Gertie In The Fury

Song by: David Loewy and Jeanne Carey

David Loewy, vocals, guitar 
Jeanne Carey, vocals, violin 
Larry Federman, guitar 
Eric McFalls, bass 
Francesca Pratt, drums

artwork by Jeanne Carey

You Know How to Walk in the Rain

Heavy clouds on Circle Street. 
Woosh of wind and scattered leaves.
Arm in jacket, foot in boot. 
Restless, rapt, and resolute.

You love to walk in the rain 
You love the sound of the rain 
A part of you is feeling reborn 
Wandering the edges of a distant storm

Tapping, tapping, tapping trance. 
Driplets drop, and droplets dance
Roof to rainspout, ditch to drain. 
Water sounds a sweet refrain

You love to walk in the rain. 
You love the sound of the rain. 
A part of you is feeling reborn. 
Wandering the edges of a distant storm.

Water seeks down low places. 
Branches bend into open spaces.
Reflecting pavement dim and blurred. 
Empty streets in a wild wet world.

You love to walk in the rain. 
You love the sound of the rain.  
A part of you is feeling reborn. 
Wandering the edges of a distant storm.

You can leap over every puddle you see 
Or you can jump hard in with both your feet

You love to walk in the rain. 
You know - how to walk in the rain  
A part of you is feeling reborn. 
Wandering the edges of a distant storm.

© Copyright - Jeanne Carey and David Loewy 2021

You Know How To Walk In The Rain

Song by: David Loewy and Jeanne Carey

David Loewy, vocals, guitar 
Jeanne Carey, vocals, violin 
Doug Knight, keyboard
Eric McFalls, bass 
Francesca Pratt, drums

Artwork by Jeanne Carey

© Copyright - Jeanne Carey and David Loewy 2022

St Vincent De Paul 

She’s parting with what she never did need, 
Like slippery soled boots, worn in ‘93.
Genuine leather the color of soot,
With tight spots that gave her an ache in the foot. 

Like casters that came off an old swivel chair. And a blouse with big ruffles and a bit too much flair.
Like an eye mask acquired on an overseas flight,
And sparkly stars on a background of white.

A box of tainted treasures for Saint Vincent de Paul.
She’s clearing space, letting go and giving it all…to Saint Vincent de Paul

Like a folding chaise lounge with an elegant curve,
impossible to sit on, ergonomically absurd.
Like a boiled wool jacket shrunk three sizes too small, 
And two travel alarms when her phone does it all.

A box of tainted treasures for Saint Vincent de Paul.
She’s clearing space, letting go of it all…to Saint Vincent de Paul

Like a bottle of glue that didn’t stick right. 
And spice jars with lids that didn’t close tight. 
Like a mask sewn in lockdown from an old cotton T.
Like a  toothbrush she got from her dentist for free. 

A box of tainted treasures for Saint Vincent de Paul.
She’s clearing space, letting go of it all.

She says Saint Vincent will put these to use,
She says they’ll move onward,  and she’s just set them loose. 

 I know it makes sense, but it’s so unfair 
The Unloved linger while the loved are threadbare.

That guy Vinnie- he has a story to tell-
traveled in and out of some kind of hell. 
Captured by pirates on a trip at sea,
Spent two years in Tunisia in slavery
praying to God- if he could be freed
He’d spend his whole life helping others in need

A box of tainted treasures for Saint Vincent de Paul.
She’s clearing space, letting go of it all…to Saint Vincent de Paul

St. Vincent De Paul

for friends we "met" playing on jamkazam during the pandemic

Song by: David Loewy and Jeanne Carey

Jeanne Carey, vocals   
David Loewy, vocals, guitar  
Larry Federman, guitar  
Robert Shanbaum, keyboard, vocals 
Eric McFalls, bass  
Francesca Pratt, drums  

Artwork by Jeanne Carey

Befriended

Song by: David Loewy and Jeanne Carey

David Loewy, vocals, guitar 
Jeanne Carey, vocals, violin 
Larry Federman, guitar 
Eric McFalls, bass 
Francesca Pratt, drums

Artwork by Jeanne Carey
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On King Street

Song by: David Loewy 

David Loewy, vocals, guitar 
Jeanne Carey, vocals, mandolin
Saxophone, Dima
Eric McFalls, bass 
Francesca Pratt, drums

Artwork by Jeanne Carey

Coming Down with the Truth

Song by:  David Loewy and Jeanne Carey

David Loewy, vocals, guitar, whistling
Jeanne Carey, vocals, violin
Robert Shanbaum, keyboard
Eric McFalls, bass 
Francesca Pratt, drums

Artwork by Jeanne Carey

Upstate

Song by Jeanne Carey, David Loewy

David Loewy- Vocals, Guitar
Jeanne Carey- Vocals, violin, mandolin, xylophone
Eric McFalls, bass 
Francesca Pratt, drums

Artwork by Jeanne Carey

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