Kent O'Doherty | Periville

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by Kent O'Doherty

A genuine portrayal of the people and places in small town America.
Genre: Jazz: Third Stream
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Town Song
1:09 album only
2. What Does the Town Mean to It's People?
2:39 album only
3. The Pickup Truck
1:37 album only
4. Virginia
3:00 album only
5. What Was It Like to Grow up Here?
3:04 album only
6. Main Street
2:37 album only
7. Mayor Christina
3:03 album only
8. Miriam
4:24 album only
9. Brian
2:32 album only
10. What Was Perville Like Before the Fire?
3:12 album only
11. Children and Birds
2:31 album only
12. Tess
1:36 album only
13. The Seasons
6:35 album only
14. The Textile Factory
5:10 album only
15. Soda Shop
3:22 album only
16. Rufus
2:12 album only
17. What Was Periville Like After the Fire?
3:19 album only
18. Reverend Carlton
4:14 album only
19. Corey
1:32 album only
20. Football Game
1:59 album only
21. In the Woods
3:47 album only
22. How Do You Feel When You Think About All the People Who Have Lived Here?
3:57 album only
23. Chester, Frank and Edgar
3:55 album only
24. Fawn Dreaming
2:03 album only
25. Lullaby
2:26 album only
26. Old Light / New Light
7:00 album only
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Album Notes


Periville is a small town, with a history shared in the space between sorrow and joy. It is not unlike anywhere else. Here, people live their lives with a quiet purpose that comes from surviving as the world speeds forward. Periville has been standing here for more generations than a person has fingers. It is surrounded by dense woods and further along enclosed by the hill country.

There is a stream running on the north side of town, slowly and surely - for years providing the textile factory with sustenance and the town’s people with fishing and warm weather pastimes. When the textile factory burned down Periville not only lost twenty-three of its citizens, but also the purpose which had propelled the town for so many years. It kept going though, what else is there to do when submerged in tragedy? As anywhere, people are born and die here. People have dreams and hopes here. People look to the future, take a breath and walk onward assured that life and all that it brings is worth the effort.


Town Song
Written by Tess’ second great grandfather in the years after the Civil War. This song was to be a coming together of the Periville spirit after living through such difficult circumstance. It has been used far too many times as a symbol of strength in times of struggle, but still its’ melody gently emboldens and restores the faith of Periville’s residents.

Pickup Truck
As is common in smaller places, landmarks mean as much (sometimes more) than road signs. The field on the left side as you enter Periville has Chester’s now deceased blue pickup truck in the overgrowth. It is how people have known where to turn, how they’ve known that they’re close to home for many years. It is not a beautiful landmark. It is not a natural creation with a deep source of majesty. What it is though, is an emblem of hard work. Of how we will return to our place in the world. Of how our presence will outlive us.

Success is hard work. It is not money or adulation. Success is being able to work hard, take stock and walk forward. This is Virginia’s outlook. Daughter of Chester, Periville born and bred; lawyer. When Virginia’s mother, Helen, passed she returned to take over the farm - all the ideas that lay dormant inside her head now given the light of day. Virginia stands on her own two feet, accepting life as it comes with reverence and regard for those who live with depth.

Main Street
The backbone of Periville, which holds the quiet confidence that comes with knowing oneself. The witness and setting of all celebrations and tragedies. This street is just a street, but the people whose lives happen here, whose children ride their bikes down the sidewalk make this street more than a pathway between two places. Horse and buggy gave way to the car here and more first dates have been had than anywhere for 50 miles. This strip of asphalt is held in the memories of each person who lives in Periville, both the bad times and the good.

Mayor Christina
It never matters what (man, woman) you are in Periville. What does matter is your strength of will and being the kind of person whose pursuit of societal well-being is paramount. Christina Peri (yes, that’s right) is the kind of person who matters here. Through her public voice she articulates the future of Periville and its people; wanting this place employ the tragedies of the past as a point of heritage, but not a cage from which to live. There are children in Periville and Christina does not want their lives’ to be an act of penance for the past.

It had always been difficult for people to get to know Miriam; almost invisible when she was a child, though aware and caring. Hank had been the only person who had been able to scale the wall surrounding her, the one being who could see her…the true her. Miriam now only sees Hank on that steel table, unbreathing and cold - a drunk driver stealing him from this world. She now spends her days replaying their time together, living half in the ecstasy of memory and half in the distress of reality.

When people meet Brian, they are emboldened to raise their levels consideration and kindness. Brian is by the book – upstanding and loyal. He owns the building company in town, where his talent and foresight are greater than this small corner. Happiness though is an internal state for Brian and giving the utmost of his efforts to his nine-year-old daughter, Melissa and Periville, his late wife’s hometown is a life worth living.

Children and Birds
Where the children go to play, the birds of the area also congregate to share their time and speak with each other. The same birds will see the same children running, fighting and making up for a while until the kids get too old (or feel that they are). The children will hear those birds speak their song and think back fondly on those times playing without grown up problems. The children will in time and turn watch their own kids play in the same space – creating the next generation of the same memories.

A life well lived tends to mean length of time, but for Kristina time was something she was not afforded. She met Brian sophomore year in college, marrying the year following graduation. Like Brian, Kristina lived her life in abundance of grace and kindness, with her daughter, Melissa being the summit of her time here. She lived nine months after the cancer was found, twice as long as her own mother – leaving behind a warm guiding light.

The Seasons
There is an echo that is present within each cycle of the seasons. The same sun giving the same warmth and the same happiness that comes with apple pies from the nearby harvest. You’re lucky if you get eighty times through the cycle. Eighty summers to feel sweat being cooled by the ice in your drink. Eighty autumns to feel the breeze change from warm to cool – to crunch those leaves underfoot. Without desire, nor intent the seasons march on one cycle to the next. Pulling us forward and challenging us to make our memories worthwhile.

Textile Factory
The Textile Factory was the pulse of Periville for five generations. One could hear the machinery throughout the town and most of Periville’s population worked there. It is the reason why Periville lasted so long and with the factory burning to the ground, the reason why Periville got hollowed out. There was pride in the factory and the cloth it made. There was pride that this cloth covered the backs of all the peoples for many, many miles. Periville not only lost the factory, but people as well. Families now without fathers, mothers. It took many long years for Periville to resuscitate itself and to regain its strength and sense of purpose.

Soda Shop
A place that exists only in the mind but that one passes every day. Cardboard on the windows seal in every moment of joy, of heartache. The Soda Shop. Opened by Billy & Margaret (not Maggie, thank you). Every Friday and Saturday night crammed with all types and ages. The best burger around, shakes and fires good enough to stop people trying to make their own at home. This was the place. Once Billy left this earth Margaret could no longer keep up, still though, the sign lights up Main Street each evening.

Rufus is 175lbs of four-year-old chocolate Newfoundland. A dog happy to be here, there and everywhere. Rufus is Melissa’s brother - that is at the least how she views the relationship. When Brian is at work, Rufus will tour around and visit places and people, always looking for treats or a squirrel to chase. He knows the best spots to nap in the sun and to drink fresh water from the stream.

Reverend Carlton
“If God made heaven, then he sure as heck made hell”….This sums up Carlton’s upbringing – Carlton’s father was a minister also his father’s father. Carlton began preaching at seven years old, the child that God spoke through. An upstanding man who acts with awareness and consideration; The Bible for Carlton is the whole truth and nothing but…When Carlton speaks, his love of his Lord is free to view and hear and ain’t nothing going to hold him back.

Corey wishes a lot of things. That his guitar will make him a rock star. That his sister would leave him alone. Most importantly though, that his father Reverend Carlton would shut the fuck up. There’s no denying lineage however and Corey knows it. No matter how much terrible beer nor even worse weed he consumes, removing the very real traits he shares with Carlton is not possible. Corey does not want to be in Periville. He wishes it never existed.

Football Game*
What is a town without a high school football team? The Periville Panthers have been great and have been woeful, but the games have always been a community event. Everyone comes out to support and rally the team, even if that means smoking underneath the stands or drinking in the nearby woods. Periville has always had a reputation of being a tough game, not matter where they are on the table.
*The use of the “Indian War Song” is not intended as any kind of offense. The time in which Periville is set, makes it the kind of town that would use this melody during sporting events. It is important that a true representation of this town comes across and not a false idyll.

Inside the Woods
Here is where Periville, before Periville exists. Where the people who first called this place home were laid to rest. Before owning the earth was an idea. Before man’s contempt for his own mortality had forced him to destroy all that surrounds him. Here, the ghosts of Periville still thrive. Here, the people of Periville face their own restraints and overcome their fears.

Chester, Frank & Edgar
These guys weren’t exactly friends in Elementary School. Nor High School. However, once enemy fire rained down on them, their bond was formed in the deepest depths - shared experience at times breeding the strongest connections. After years of work and service to their community they meet each day outside of Norton’s Hardware (inside if the weather is inclement) and talk. As friends do.

In a small clearing, the fawn sleeps with its mother – close and warm. Three weeks new to this world, the fawn’s excitement for all things can be seen under the deep blue light of the half moon. Dreams of tomorrow’s encounters with all new things fill the fawn’s mind, her mother’s heartbeat pulses against her back. The fawn will grow and be admired for years to come, a symbol of what this land once was.

Soft light warms the pale-yellow nursery of baby, Tamara. Her mother, Mary gently sways back and forth humming this lullaby. Tamara stares at her mother with a smile playing at the corner of her mouth – this is a moment for only the two of them at the beginning of this journey. With her gaze, Mary holds all hers hope and dreams for Tamara; feeling her child’s heartbeat in the palm of her hand.


Name: Kent O’Doherty

Instrument: Saxophone // Soprano down to Baritone

Hometown: Melbourne, Australia

teachers: Graeme Shilton and Tom de Vette...I’m pretty sure I was a real pain

When I was a teenager: I discovered that you can do whatever you want in music. There are no rules except the ones that you choose.

The saxophone is: The most honest form of expression I have.

Practice is: Where I confront limitations and attempt to move beyond all positives and negatives.

Performing is: Creating an environment in which the audience can feel transported

My best ideas come when: I am walking my dog...also when I get out of my own way

The music that has meant the most to me: Music that does not apologize for itself and displays the utmost vulnerability of its’ creator.

I chose the saxophone: Because I was too young to play trumpet (Dizzy Gillespie on The Muppet Show), plus it was shiny

Fear is: What you need to know when you’re moving in the right direction

Change is: Constant……and necessary

I never understood: Why someone would want to look, sound, act or be like someone else

What makes me happy: Being my best self to others and uncompromising with myself


I always: Have to do things my way….it never really feels right to use things I did not discover – even if someone has already found them 100 years ago

When I am stuck: I go small and then smaller

Discipline is: Is what got me here and will get me to where I am going

I will thank: The people who have been against me as much as the people who have helped me…almost as much

My future will be: A combination of skill and fortune…


Australia born and bred, Kent O’Doherty spent time in The Netherlands and Boston before settling in Brooklyn. As an avant-garde saxophonist, he premiered over 100 new works before moving onto performing his own music and theater pieces.

The focus of O’Doherty’s artistic output centers upon people and place and how they are linked; striving to communicate and connect with an audience outside the traditional listening circle. In using multiple music genres, O'Doherty reflects society's diversity - it is this openness that allows his music to be appreciated by a wide spectrum of listeners. His music is for everyone....those who like it and those who hate it equally.



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