Alice in Wonderland: Down the Rabbit Hole
New Songs And Art Inspired By Chapter 1

For the 150th anniversary of Alice in Wonderland… Featuring new tracks by The Foreign Resort (Denmark), Soft Pyramids (Boston), Max Pain and the Groovies (Salt Lake City), and Meredith Sheldon (Western MA) and poster art by Roy G. Biv.  ()  ()  ()
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As part of our new Song Muse series, which explores how musicians transform inspiration, and to celebrate the 150th anniversary of Alice in Wonderland, we asked bands and artists to create new work inspired by each chapter of the book. Over the next twelve weeks, we’ll be posting a new chapter every Tuesday along with the songs and artwork inspired by it.

We begin this week on Chapter 1 with tracks by The Foreign Resort (Denmark), Soft Pyramids (Boston), Max Pain and the Groovies (Salt Lake City), and Meredith Sheldon (Western MA) and poster art by Roy G. Biv, all inspired by the chapter. After you’ve listened to the tracks and read the chapter, explore lyrics and notes from the bands about their creative processes, and check out more of their music, and Roy’s poster art.

Come back next week to read Chapter 2 “Pool of Tears” and listen to new songs by Odawas, Assateague, and The New Highway Hymnal, with poster art by Eilidh Reid.

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Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole
Featuring The Foreign Resort (Denmark), Soft Pyramids (Boston), Max Pain and the Groovies (Salt Lake City), and Meredith Sheldon (Western MA) and poster art by Roy G. Biv

Chapter 2: The Pool of Tears
Featuring The Odawas (San Francisco), Assateague (San Francisco), and The New Highway Hymnal (Northshore, MA) and poster art by Eilidh Reid

Chapter 3: A Caucus-race and a Long Tale
Featuring Crushed Out (Brooklyn), Boom Said Thunder (Brooklyn), and Maus Haus (San Francisco), with poster art by John Magnifico

Chapter 4: The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
Featuring Something Sneaky (South Shore, MA), The Brankas (San Francisco), Underwater Bear Ballet (Boston), and Bridges (San Francisco) with poster art by Ariel Wang

Chapter 5: Advice from a Caterpillar
Featuring Nights (Cleveland) and Tashaki Miyaki (LA) and poster art by Greg Maxwell

Chapter 6: Pig and Pepper
Featuring Li Xi (San Francisco), The Shills (Boston), and The Symptoms (Boston) and poster art by Adam McElreath

Chapter 7: A Mad Tea-party
Featuring Aloud (Boston), Sexy Girls (Amherst, MA), and Hands and Knees (Boston) and poster art by Nicole Anguish

Chapter 8: The Queen's Croquet-Ground
Featuring Magic Shoppe (Boston), Mosaics (San Francisco), Miss Geo (Boston), and Future Twin (San Francisco) and poster art by Aaron Spransy / CanaryCoalmine

Chapter 9: The Mock Turtle’s Story
Featuring Hi Lo Ha (San Francisco), Young Tongue (Austin), and Wind Burial (Seattle) and poster art by Eilidh Reed

Chapter 10: The Lobster Quadrille
Featuring Undisco Kidd (Italy) and Jaggery (Boston) and poster art by Serpentes Designs.

Chapter 11: Who Stole the Tarts?
Featuring NRVS LVRS (San Francisco) and The Bikes (Arlington, MA) and poster art by Coco Roy.

Chapter 12: Alice's Evidence
Featuring Iris Lune (New York, NY), Two Sheds (Los Angeles), Courtney Swain (Providence, RI), and G Squared (Brooklyn) and poster art by Ariel Wang.
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Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations?"

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid) whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her, and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and bookshelves: here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labeled "ORANGE MARMALADE," but to her disappointment it was empty; she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.

"Well!" thought Alice to herself. "After such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they’ll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!" (Which was very likely true.)

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? "I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?" she said aloud. "I must be getting somewhere near the center of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down. I think—" (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) "—yes, that’s about the right distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve got to?" (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)

Presently she began again. "I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards! The Antipathies, I think—" (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word) "—but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma’am, is this New Zealand or Australia?" (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke—fancy curtseying as you’re falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) "And what an ignorant little girl she’ll think me! No, it’ll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere."

Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. "Dinah’ll miss me very much tonight, I should think!" (Dinah was the cat.) "I hope they’ll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah, my dear, I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?" And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, "Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?" and sometimes, "Do bats eat cats?" for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, "Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?" when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.

Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, "Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!" She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.

There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.

Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first idea was that this might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!

Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; even if my head would go through," thought poor Alice, "it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin." For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it ("which certainly was not here before," said Alice,) and tied round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words "DRINK ME" beautifully printed on it in large letters.

It was all very well to say "Drink me," but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. "No, I’ll look first," she said, "and see whether it’s marked ‘poison‘ or not;" for she had read several nice little stories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts, and other unpleasant things, all because they would  not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that, if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked "poison," it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.

However, this bottle was not marked "poison," so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavor of cherry-tart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey, coffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.

"What a curious feeling!" said Alice. "I must be shutting up like a telescope."

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through that little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this: "for it might end, you know," said Alice to herself, "in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?" And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried.

"Come, there’s no use in crying like that!" said Alice to herself, rather sharply. "I advise you to leave off this minute!" She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. "But it’s no use now," thought poor Alice, "to pretend to be two people! Why there’s hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!"

Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words "EAT ME" were beautifully marked in currants. "Well, I’ll eat it," said Alice, "and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I’ll get into the garden, and I don’t care which happens!"

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, "Which way? Which way?" holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size; to be sure, this is what generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.

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The Artists

Max Pain and the Groovies (Press Photo by Adam Harris Photography)
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Drink Me

Curious what a feeling
When boredom is passing you by
Chasing for no other reason
And falling Deep down your mind

Cuz I don’t mind
if your high if your high
No I don’t mind
If your high if your high

Dinah I know you will miss me
I wish you were here by my side
I wonder what you’ve been eating
Bats I don’t think that’s right
Hurry you don’t want to miss him
He’s late now you’re so close behind

Cuz I don’t mind
if your high if your high
No I don’t mind
If your high if your high

It’s light now there’s glass on the table
A gold key what door will you find
Lost in self conversation to drink me
How could this be right

Cuz I don’t mind
if your high if your high
No I don’t mind
If your high if your high

It’s lush here out in the garden
You’re ready to free up your mind

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Salt Lake City, UT
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Mikkel from Foreign Resort: It is the first time we have written a song based upon a story. And Alice in Wonderland was a great start! We did everything pretty spontaneous, which is very unusual for us. All the guitars were written minutes before recording and the hi hat was recorded in one take. Basically we said yes to most ideas that came up and just went with it. Our initial thought was to capture what we perceived as Alice’s "slow motion fall" down the rabbit hole. This translated musically into an uptempo but droning song. Rather than working on lyrics we wanted to follow the story musically: The beginning where Alice sits in the garden, then the rabbit comes running and we start following the rabbit down the hole. Most of the song is actually the story seen from the rabbit’s perspective rather than Alice’s. Except for the slow middle section of the song that is related to the part where Alice is looking at jars and other things on the shelves she is passing on her way down in what seems like slow motion.

Down the Rabbit Hole

Oh dear, oh dear! // I shall be too late // Down, down, down // Will the fall never end // Oh my ears and whiskers, how late its getting // Oh my ears and whiskers, I shall be too late

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The Foreign Resort
Copenhagen, Denmark
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Meredith Sheldon (Press Photo by Johnathan Shapiro)
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Of course I had all of these exciting, lofty ideas about how I would put this chapter into a song… and of course what came out involved none of those ideas. It is ever thus with me. Someday I suppose I will give into the fact that what comes through me is not really under my control.

I am happy with what I came out with in the end, and as always, find that my lyrics are me talking to myself — a voice that I find is equal parts calling myself out, and reminding myself of some inner truth…

Wherever You Are You Are, You Are You

Just when you think you’ve learned
Everything there is to learn
One will come to bring you down
Fear not the path, fear not the sound

Wherever you are you are, you are you
Wherever you are you are, you are you
Wherever you are you are, you are you
Wherever you are, ever you are, wherever, you are you

Will you fall or fly
Even when you’re one inch high
Can you suspend belief
Give into trust and find relief

Wherever you are you are, you are you…

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Meredith Sheldon
MA
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Dwight from Soft Pyramids: The initial concept was to have an introduction that mimicked the scene with Alice on the bank, which to my mind meant pretty and sparse. Then it’s overtaken by a wild, driving theme that symbolizes her chasing after the rabbit. With that basic premise, we wrote and recorded it fairly quickly. We actually started recording before we had all the parts worked out, which was a different approach for us. We left lots of space initially, and filled it in with whatever weird idea popped in our heads. It was a blast, actually.

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Poster art by Roy G. Biv
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Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole
Featuring The Foreign Resort (Denmark), Soft Pyramids (Boston), Max Pain and the Groovies (Salt Lake City), and Meredith Sheldon (Western MA) and poster art by Roy G. Biv

Chapter 2: The Pool of Tears
Featuring The Odawas (San Francisco), Assateague (San Francisco), and The New Highway Hymnal (Northshore, MA) and poster art by Eilidh Reid

Chapter 3: A Caucus-race and a Long Tale
Featuring Crushed Out (Brooklyn), Boom Said Thunder (Brooklyn), and Maus Haus (San Francisco), with poster art by John Magnifico

Chapter 4: The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
Featuring Something Sneaky (South Shore, MA), The Brankas (San Francisco), Underwater Bear Ballet (Boston), and Bridges (San Francisco) with poster art by Ariel Wang

Chapter 5: Advice from a Caterpillar
Featuring Nights (Cleveland) and Tashaki Miyaki (LA) and poster art by Greg Maxwell

Chapter 6: Pig and Pepper
Featuring Li Xi (San Francisco), The Shills (Boston), and The Symptoms (Boston) and poster art by Adam McElreath

Chapter 7: A Mad Tea-party
Featuring Aloud (Boston), Sexy Girls (Amherst, MA), and Hands and Knees (Boston) and poster art by Nicole Anguish

Chapter 8: The Queen's Croquet-Ground
Featuring Magic Shoppe (Boston), Mosaics (San Francisco), Miss Geo (Boston), and Future Twin (San Francisco) and poster art by Aaron Spransy / CanaryCoalmine

Chapter 9: The Mock Turtle’s Story
Featuring Hi Lo Ha (San Francisco), Young Tongue (Austin), and Wind Burial (Seattle) and poster art by Eilidh Reed

Chapter 10: The Lobster Quadrille
Featuring Undisco Kidd (Italy) and Jaggery (Boston) and poster art by Serpentes Designs.

Chapter 11: Who Stole the Tarts?
Featuring NRVS LVRS (San Francisco) and The Bikes (Arlington, MA) and poster art by Coco Roy.

Chapter 12: Alice's Evidence
Featuring Iris Lune (New York, NY), Two Sheds (Los Angeles), Courtney Swain (Providence, RI), and G Squared (Brooklyn) and poster art by Ariel Wang.
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