She left some words behind for me. I wrote this song after I read them. Greetings from New Hope.

from the album Count The Colors

directed by Greg McGarvey and Righteous Jolly

from the album Count The Colors

directed by Greg McGarvey

from the album Count The Colors

written for Thrashers Wheat

“You made it to autumn” 

The first line on my album is one of the last things I said to her. 

Marcella loved the fall. 

I was thirty-one; she was only twenty-eight. 

That day, I performed…

Marcella Di Sandro always asked the same question of her boyfriend. 

“Greg McGarvey, when are you gonna write me a song?” 

The Levittown musician always had writers’ block when it came to Di Sandro, a painter from Churchville with a…

“Greg McGarvey, when are you gonna write me a song?”  

Count The Colors, recorded in my beloved Bucks County, is a ten-song tribute to my late former partner Marcella, one of the biggest champions of my music and art.  

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all songs written by Greg McGarvey © 2020 Endless Painting Music (ASCAP)    

produced by Greg McGarvey with Pier Giacalone  

recorded, mixed, and mastered by Pier Giacalone at Hopetown Sound, Bucks County, with additional recording by John Fachet at Sweet Creek…

video by Pier Giacalone, audio by Brian Dale Allen Strause

directed by Christopher Marston

filmed by Nicky Belletier and Greg McGarvey

from the album Count The Colors

special thanks to Philadelphia's Magic Gardens

I improvised this guitar piece just as the rain stopped.

I’m sitting in the backyard in one of two freshly trash-picked rocking chairs. I bought my ticket for the neighborhood birds’ daily free jazz concert. I slept poorly, but I should find some relief drinking a cappuccino, eating oatmeal with cinnamon and banana, and listening to the forest. If I keep my laptop from sliding off my pajama pants and into the lawn, I’ll call that a win, too.  

My dad would’ve only been about fifteen or so, but somehow he had the foresight to record the family jam sessions that would take place every Sunday at Great-Grandma Iva's house in Rahway. Gospel songs, country songs, jokes, somebody flushing a toilet, a long-gone dog catching a ball. 

when we lock eyes while singing, I feel like he can see the truth of who I am. I sometimes wonder what he’s seeing and if it’s worth seeing. who am I, anyway? 

then I remember - I’m somebody who…

this city is known for two things: 1) being friendly 2) not being friendly. you can always find what you’re looking for. that’s what I find.  

picture this. it’s dark outside. you haven’t seen any other cars for about ten minutes. you turn off the main road and proceed down the long driveway. fog so thick you imagine sticking a straw out the window and drinking it like a ghost-flavored milkshake, but you’re too busy figuring out where to point your car. and you didn’t bring any straws.