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Saturday, August 29


Cafe Valparaiso, 7:00 to 8:00 pm

3105 Shattuck Avenue

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DeWall Music is the home of singer-songwriter Michael DeWall a Bay Area performer who has just released his second solo album Dream.


This new exciting album features 13 original songs that range from pop and folk to jazz and Latin, all delivered in an accessible, contemporary style.  On this project, Michael collaborates with veteran producer Pete Elman, creating a collection of engaging melodies and compelling lyrics with a universal appeal.


Dream showcases DeWall's versatile voice, simple yet rich nylon-string guitar playing and optimistic point of view. Together with Elman, Michael has carefully crafted an engaging album that grabs your ears and won't let go.


On Dream, the confluence of rock instrumentation and Latin rhythms creates a truly unique sound.  With help from legendary Latin percussionist John Santos and other notable Bay Area musicians, this is

a memorable album marked by exceptional  performances.

Born in Los Angeles, Michael DeWall comes from fine musical stock, to say the least. His mother, Wanda Curtis, originally from Portland, Oregon, was an acclaimed singer who performed during the '50s and '60s. She toured the world, fronting big bands and small combos, eventually settled in Argentina where she became immensely popular.


Michael  spent his teenage years in Argentina where he learned a variety of musical styles -- Argentine folk, bossa nova, jazz, and calypso -- on the nylon-string guitar. When he moved back to California at the age of 22 he was exposed to James Taylor and other great singer-songwriters of the 1970's.


He began to write his own songs, performing them at cafes and small clubs in Southern California. While he was developing as a singer, songwriter and guitarist and absorbing all kinds of popular music, Michael worked for the Berlitz School of Languages where he was eventually director for four of their schools.


In 1983 he relocated to the San Francisco Bay Area. He obtained  a Spanish teaching credential and a also a Bilingual credential from Hayward State and began teaching Spanish in a middle school in Oakland.  In 1993 he started teaching at Albany Middle School and is currently living in Richmond with his wife Viola and their son Nathaniel.


Durning the 1990's Micheal teamed up with Keith Brown, also employed in Albany Unified School District, to write and perform two winning songs in the Festival de la Canción in San Francisco.  Michael wrote and Keith performed Ven conmigo a bailar winning first place.  A few years later, Michael and Oscar Rodriguez, another coworker in Albany, composed La promesa and Keith performed it, taking first place again. 


After many years of song writing, Michael started working with Michael Rosloff to produce his first CD, Soy Americano which was released in 2000.  This CD is a collection of songs in Spanish and English reflecting musical styles of North and South America and honoring the women in his life. 


In 2008, Michael met Pete Elman and they inspired each other to produce Michael's second CD, Dream.  This exciting new addition to Michael's musical legacy is featured on his home page.  


Michael is performing around the Bay Area. Check the Performance page for information about upcoming dates.

   

               For

             Dream


            Send $16.50 to:


           Michael DeWall

        2516 Clinton Avenue

        Richmond, CA  94804


         This includes postage.

   

                For

        Soy Americano


            Send $16.50 to:


            Michael DeWall

         2516 Clinton Avenue

        Richmond, CA  94804


         This includes postage.

 
 

Mocha Momma


Chocolate and coffee met at Mocha Momma’s

Your steam machine and coffee beans Mocha Momma

Can’t wake up till I‘ve a cup of Mocha Momma

You put a lotta love in every cup Mocha Momma


More, more, more Mocha Momma

More, more, more Mocha Momma


Half past eight I head straight for Mocha Momma’s

Just around nine I’m feelin’ fine Mocha Momma

Sometimes whipped cream I sure could scream Mocha Momma

Put cinnamon and nutmeg in Mocha Momma


More, more, more Mocha Momma

More, more, more Mocha Momma


When you dance

You take my heart away

I’m in a trance

So don’t you dare walk away


I stand in line I take my time at Mocha Momma’s

A tasty cup, don’t hurry up Mocha Momma

And in a while I see her smile Mocha Momma

She stirs me up another cup Mocha Momma


More, more, more Mocha Momma

More, more, more Mocha Momma


More, more, more Mocha Momma, yeah, yeah, yeah

More, more, more, more Mocha Momma


Ancient Condor


Long, long ago in the Andes,

People had no light, they lived in darkness.

Ancient Condor brought them gold.

They turned it into sun forever after.


The sweating of the sun became their clay.

Sculpturing life in many ways.

Creatures and the plants, oh, so many.

They spread upon the earth from then on.

They spread upon the earth from then on.


Condor tell me why

Why I hear you sigh

Condor flying high,

Greatness in the sky.


One night the moon had three halos.

They shined upon the cheeks of young and old.

One foretold a war, another fire.

The black one warned of disaster.


They fled into the cold and high mountains

With their sacred gold in their hands.

They traveled to the lakes and volcanoes

And plunged into their depths to hide away

And plunged into their depths to hide away


Condor tell me why

Why I hear you sigh

Condor flying high,

Greatness in the sky


The keeper of the sun the ancient Condor

Guards the precious gold as he flies

He sees the snowy peaks and blue waters

But cannot hide the tears in his eyes


The gold cries out and says, “Greed approaches”

The robbers see the shadow in the sky

His claws are at the ready for the battle

Their eyes are gone, their flesh is torn


The sun can see your back, Mighty Condor

He knows your lonely flight as you soar.

He knows your lonely flight as you soar.


Condor now I know why

Why I hear you sigh

Condor flying high,

Greatness  in the sky

Condor flying high,

Greatness  in the sky

Tú y yo


El sol se despide de la luna

La luna se llena de sol

Y así pasan los días

¿Qué haremos tú y yo?


¿Hablaremos de pequeñeses?

¿Hablaremos con amor?

¿Hablaremos de nuestros sueños?

¿O hablaremos con temor?

Tú y yo


El río acaricia a la orilla

La orilla le da su amor

Y así pasan los días

¿Qué haremos tú y yo?


¿Abrazaremos cada momento?

¿Abrazaremos al pasar?

¿Abrazaremos la primavera,

Y la esperanza que nos da?

Tú y yo


Las olas bailan con la playa

Conversan y se van

Y así pasan los días

¿De qué hablarán


¿Hablarán de cosas profundas?

¿Hablarán de la luna y el sol?

¿Hablarán del río en la orilla?

¿Hablarán de su amor?


¿Qué haremos con nuestro día?

¿Qué haremos con nuestro amor?

¿Qué haremos querida mia?

¿Qué haremos tú y yo?

Tú y yo

Tú y yo

Tú y yo.......

One World


Life is full of miracles

Take a look around you

At first I didn’t understand

And then the light came shinin’ through

So many poor, so much war

Can you tell me what we’re fighting for?

It’s time we live together. One world.


Mother, father, sister, brother

Ocean, earth, and sky

As I look into your eyes

We’re not so different you and I

We dance and sing, laugh and cry

I can see that your dreams are mine.

And we can live together. One world.


Hold on, we can make it together.

Hold on, leave nobody behind

Let’s climb to the top of this mountain

Come on, we can make it this time.


You can tell the time has come

A chance we've been waiting for

People all around the world

Feel the beat on every shore 

The sun is rising it’s our time

Come on people we’ll be fine

If we just live together. One world.

El Dorado

 

Listen to the story son 

While the embers glow 

Legend lives of a king 

Who filled the lake with gold


Yesterday my ship returned 

From the brave new land 

And on the streets of old Seville 

I hear from every man 

Many men long to go to El Dorado


The galleon leaves the port at dawn 

Under crimson skies 

Heading west, with the sun 

My captain by my side 

  

Sixty days upon the sea 

And still no land in sight 

Visions of the golden lake 

Filling up my nights 

Many men dream about El Dorado 


Gather up the slaves young man 

Disregard their fate 

Load the rafts, the long canoes 

The riverboats await. 

  

Up the Magdalena go 

Two thousand so I’m told.  

Looking for the chosen one 

Who fills the lake with gold. 

Many men cast their fate to El Dorado. 


Golden legend will hunt your soul 

Haunt your dreams of jewels and gold.


The blackbeards came with sword and gun 

Good book in their hands 

Took my woman, took my son 

We're slaves in our own land 

  

The whip it leaves many scars 

Heavy is the load 

That weighs upon my broken heart  

On this awful road 

Many men will give their lives to El Dorado 

  

Is that the king I see ahead 

On the shiny lake? 

Dressed in earth, mud and gold, 

In the sun he bakes. 

  

Or is this just my fever now 

Playing with my mind 

The golden city’s made of dust 

No riches will they find 

Why do men still believe in El Dorado? 

Why do men risk it all, for El Dorado? 

Many men won't return from El Dorado 

I Love the Way You Samba


I love the way you Samba

When you Samba, Samba with me

I can’t think of any place I’d rather,

I’d rather be

And when the music plays

You show me what you’ve got

And from what I can see chiquitita

You’ve got a lot. Tsss hot!


I love the way you Samba

When you Samba, so fancy free

No Rumba, not the Conga

But the Samba especially

And when the moon above

Fills the room with romance

A tiny spark from the heart

Gives the rhythm a chance, to dance.


I love the way you Samba

When you Samba, Samba with me.


Now that we’ve had this dance

I think that I’m in love

And I don’t think that I can let you go

Dancing and romancing

Something we both know

Samba, Samba with me.


And when the moon above

Fills the room with romance

A tiny spark from the heart

Gives the rhythm a chance, to dance

Love the way you Samba,

Samba with me


I love the way you Samba

When you Samba, so fancy free

No Rumba, not the Conga

But the Samba especially

And when the moon above

Fills the room with romance

A tiny spark from the heart

Gives the rhythm a chance, to dance.


I love the way you Samba

When you Samba, Samba with me.


Now that we’ve had this dance

I think that I’m in love

And I don’t think that I can let you go

Dancing and romancing

Something we both know

Samba, Samba, Samba,

Samba with me.

Chimarrão


Early in the morning

She decides to run away.

She knows she may be crucified

But she just can’t stay.

Her brothers and her sisters

Are nowhere to be found

Some are in the mountain

Some are are underground


Chimarrão, Chimarrão, Chimarrão, Chimarrão


She gathers seeds

And stores them in her hair

And when she gets to freedom

She’ll shack them in the air

She hopes to watch them grow

And watch her children too

Living in a free land

Jungle green, sky of blue


Chimarrão, Chimarrão, Chimarrão, Chimarrão,


She’s running through the thickets

She knows they’re right behind

A shot a ring out in search of her

Gets buried in the vines

She’s living in the mountains now

With the others that survive

She’s the answer to the question

Will I live or will I die?


Chimarrão, Chimarrão, Chimarrão, Chimarrão,

New World


The new world’s calling, the old ways are falling

While poets yawn, time marches on

Dreams turn to dust, while others turn to gold

And the new world turns, away from the old.


Some people came, for the freedom to pray

As the years went by, others took land away

Some carried crosses, and others wore chains

And the new world turned.


The work was so hard, and the days were so long

Their hands were rough, but their hearts were strong

With hope on their side, they carried on

While the new world turned.


The new world’s calling, the old ways are falling

Empires were made by the Titans of trade

Some craved the power, and others gold

And the new world turned, away from the old.


Some went to work in the mines and mills

Some built the towns, great cities on the hill

Others planted dreams in the deep brown earth

And the new world turned.


Under the watch of the Copper Lady’s gaze

Twenty-five million came in surging waves

The torch of freedom warmed their chilly bones

And the new world turned.


The new world’s calling, the old ways are falling

While leaders made war, so many cried “no more”

They still had to fight, the rich man’s war

And the new world said, goodbye to the old.


This land was forged, from blood, sweat and tears

Battles were waged still weeping I hear,

Fortunes were made, many lives lost

Tell me how do we pay the cost?


Now I see new faces, next to the old

People are changing, so is our soul

We’re looking for refuge, and a heart to call home

And the new world turns.


With souls that are yearning, like a moths to the flame

We walk down new roads, and streets with no name

We look to the future, do we remember our past?

And the new world turns.


The new world’s calling, the old walls are falling

Will poets write? Will soldiers still fight?

Some will get spirit, and others get faith

And the new world turns.

Breath Of the Bay  


Clouds rolling over the bay

Seasons just changing my day

Evenings are long

Caressing my song, sweetly

Sunsets are fading through orange and pink

Taking my breath away


Sounds of the ocean arise

Boarding the wave of surprise

Beat of my heart

You’re lying there, sweetly

My sleeping lady, sweet princess awakes

Taking my breath away


I see your smile when I close my eyes

Taking my breath away


Stars fill the cool evening sky

Birds on a breeze pass me by

I’m in a trance

Silhouettes dance, sweetly

Twilight’s embracing the end of the day

Taking my breath away


I see your smile when I close my eyes

Taking my breath away


I see your smile  when I close my eyes

Taking my breath away


Golden Gate Fog surrounds Angel Isle

Taking my breath away


Away , away.....

Clouds rolling over the bay

Come, Run Away With My Heart


The sun's down, the moon's out, stars in your eyes

Even the willows, no longer cry

I know tomorrow's a slumber away

But dreams bring tomorrows in their own special way


So dream on and tell me your dream once again

Take me away and we'll dance in the wind

Over the clouds and under the stars

Come, run away with my heart


So dream on and tell me your dream once again

Take me away and we'll dance in the wind

You and I dear, we’ll always be near

We'll dance every day through the years

Over the clouds and under the stars

Come, run away with my heart

A Mother Loves Her Children


A mother loves her children

Every single one.

She loves to watch them run and play

Underneath the sun

Loves to watch them run and play

Underneath the sun


She teaches them to share the toys

To tell from right and  wrong

She wants her boys to be good men

Her girls to grow up strong

She tells her boys ”Be good men.”

And girls “Grow up strong.”


It breaks her heart to see them fight                                                        

And throw their souls away

How did this come to pass?

There must another way

How did this come to pass?

Is there any other way?


We lose our way when we forget

We’re children one and all

Of this planet Mother Earth

The mother of us all


Mother calls her children home

Her arms are open wide

Everybody has their part to play

Don’t you run away and hide.


Please don’t let your mother down

Learn to love and share

Your mother will be proud of you my child

When you show you care

Your mother will be proud of you my child

When you show you care


A mother loves her children, every single one.

When He Comes


The wind squeaks my gate

And rattles my sign

I must close my windows

And get everything in line

I want to be ready when He comes.


The animals whine

And my teapot whistles

I must feed them all

And get things neat like a thistle

I want to be ready when He comes.


I’ve gotten up early

My works almost done

The windows sparkle

Caught by the sun


My bed feels so wrinkled

And the sink has a ring

I must put on fresh linen

And then clean everything

I want to be ready when He comes.


I’ve gotten up early

My tasks are all done

The windows sparkle

Caught by the sun


I sit and I’m quiet

My sprit hums

I hope to be ready

I want to be ready

I know I’ll be ready when He comes.

Where Do We Go From Here?


Where do we go from here?

Do we sit and pray it's gonna change?

What can we say or do,

That will open up our eyes again?


But if we dare 

To dream again

We're gonna do

Whatever it takes my friend


Where do we go from here?

Our anger and our tears can't lead us

How can we make it right?

How can we find the trust?


But if we dare

To say “No more.”

The change will come

We’ll open up the door.

I believe in dreaming,

I believe in love


Where do they go from here?

Will they wander through the world alone?

What will our children find?

Will it be a place to call their own?


But if we dare

To dream again

And set our sails

Into the wind


I believe in dreaming

I believe in love

I believe in dreaming


An open heart,

An open mind.

 

Real Dream Music

realdreammusic.com

Jeff Weinstein

Guitarist

Pete Elman

Producer


Ara Tokatlian

Winds

John Santos

Percussionist


Keith Brown

Vocals

Paul Hlebcar

Harmonica

Guillermo Bordarampé

Charango

Recording Engineer

David Rokeach

Drums

Ken Lee

Mastering