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Noah Wilson What's not to love about this album? Nick + Noah are quickly becoming my favorite group. They are highly competent musicians, unafraid to experiment with arrangements, textures, and layers. The strings and choral arrangements on this album will wrap your heart in a warm blanket all winter long. The Painter, in particular, is gorgeous. Favorite track: The Painter (feat. Tom Kenny).
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under the bright city lights something feels different tonight the holiday season a few short weeks away, but this year you’ll stay all the traditions you’ve known won’t be the same here on your own follow the lights till you find the city square, and hear in the air, bells are ringing snow is falling children singing all around don’t have to feel out of place there’s so much joy to embrace each stranger’s smile has a gentle hint of home, you don’t feel alone when we’re together we find if we can learn to be kind there is a magic that lifts our heavy hearts, when we do our part bells are ringing snow is falling children singing all around starlight glistening dreams are calling if you’re listening to the sound under the bright city lights something feels different tonight...
when it snows outside and you know you must hide will you go outside?
A blue half moon shined its light across a glittering sea, revealing crystals falling softly upon a white, silk landscape. Every so often a school of flakes was swept up by a gust of wind, sailing through the air in spirals. Belle sat on her knees, facing backwards on a red velvet chair. Her arms were crossed, and she rested her little chin on top of them, peering out the window at the shimmering backdrop. Mama helped her bundle up, and she marched outside in her woolen boots and her fluffy pink coat that looked four sizes too big. While exploring the serene landscape, Belle noticed a strange figure off in the distance. She decided that it was her duty to investigate, and so she walked toward it. As she grew closer, she could make out the figure of a man. He was gripping a paintbrush and seemed to be lost in his canvas. He did not notice Belle until she was very close to him, and he peered up at her as she approached. “Well hello there, miss…” Belle looked timidly down at her feet, sneaking quick glances up at the mysterious man. “Don’t be shy, now! What’s your name, young lady?” “Belle.” “Hello, Miss Belle. I’m Vincent.” “Hi Mr. Vincent.” Belle’s curiosity far outweighed any timidity. “What are you painting?” “That train over there, of course!” “But I don’t see a train.” “But surely you must, it’s right over there! Come, sit. It must be you are looking from the wrong angle.” Belle walked closer to the man and he lifted her onto his knee. “But all I can see is your painting, Mr. Vincent!” Belle looked around feeling frustrated, trying to peer around the canvas until finally, she gave up and cocked her head around to look at Mr. Vincent. “But there’s nothing there!” She yelled indignantly. The painter took his index finger and pointed at the painting. Belle looked where he pointed, yet she saw nothing but a starry sky on the horizon. Then, suddenly, she saw a strange shape emerging from behind the hills. At first it was only headlights and the silhouette of a steam engine, but sure enough, a train seemed to be approaching. She could see many more of the cars now as the train curved around the bend. Little lights shown through the windows and Belle could see people walking about inside. “But it’s only a picture!” She exclaimed with surprise. Mr. Vincent smiled. “Is it? Listen.” And then, in the not-so-far-off distance, she heard a “Choo, choo!” Belle shivered with excitement. In a second of disbelief, she reached out to touch the painting, but Mr. Vincent caught her hand and stopped her. “Now, my dear girl, we must never touch a painting. We must only look into it,” the painter said with a smile, and with that, he began packing up his easel and his brushes, and covered the painting with a tarp. “Farewell, Miss Belle.” He took the painting under his arm and with the tip of his hat and a wink, disappeared into the snowy night. However, just as Belle had turned to go home, there came a tremendous roar from beyond the woods. Sure enough, she spun around to find a majestic locomotive barreling toward her. It continued to advance until it was so close that Belle could see the conductor’s playful grin. She jumped up and down and waved with gusto, tugging her arm down to signal him. He returned her wave with a twist of his mustache, and the train answered with another “Choo, choo!” Belle felt the wind on her rosy cheeks as the train passed by, and she turned around and ran home to tell her mother all about it. “Mama, mama! Look at the train!” she yelled. But when her mother opened the door, the train was already far off in the distance, disappearing into a shadowy tunnel. When Belle went to sleep later that night, all she could think of was her encounter with the mysterious man and his magical painting. She wondered how such things were possible, and thought that someday, she too would paint stories that could come to life. As she drifted into her dreams, she was sure she heard the sound of a steam engine making its way across the moonlit horizon.
it's so cold i feel old in the bones freezing through me and you
they asked me how i knew my true love was true i of course replied something here inside can not be denied they said some day you'll find all who love are blind when you heart's on fire you must realize smoke gets in your eyes so i chaffed them and i gaily laughed to think they could doubt my love but today my love has gone away i am without my love now laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide so i smile and say when a lovely flame dies smoke gets in your eyes
the world awakes i dont have what it takes and my heart breaks i dont have what it takes
what’s it take to love one another is it meant for us? we were always good to each other that was not enough both so scared of love when we need it now both so scared to feel but we don’t know how and it might take a while for me to learn to smile but I know we’ll reconcile it just might take a while when the sky is white in the winter stars cannot be found you let out a ghost of a whisper but your words are drowned all so scared of love when we need it now all so scared to feel cause we know deep down that it might take a while for me to learn to smile but I know we’ll reconcile it just might take a while ive been chasin fairytales my whole life throughhh but just because a love is pretty doesnt make it true and it might take a while for me to learn to smile but I know we’ll reconcile it just might take a while ...it just might take a while
when the sun goes down there in your evening gown you see the world as new i'll never hide from you
Home 03:28
home is a place where your heart lives where dreamers learn how to dream people who love you and smiles that beam and you always will belong some parts of life can be fleeting sometimes a love isn't true family will always be waiting for you in this room, full of warm light, cozy and safe, on this peaceful night it’s never cold never dark by the fireside snow falling down flakes of white out the window so if you feel sad or lonely there is a place you can go and as you cherish the mem’ries you’ve known your heart will carry you home


This album is a portrait of winter. Of stillness. Of serenity. Of reflection. Of confinement. Of the magic in one night's silence. Of cold. Of coziness. Of celebration. Of snow. Of the simple enchantment of a crackling fire. Of belief. Of families coming together, whether in spirit or in location. Of perseverance. Of staying warm. And of the wonder that can be found in something as simple as the ringing of a bell.

"Winter" is the second of four seasonal EPs by Nick + Noah, a pop duo consisting of longtime friends and collaborators Nick Frenay and Noah Kellman.

Special Thanks To:
Gary Frenay, Jackie Lewis-Frenay, Dr. Robert Kellman, Jessie Kellman, Samuel Kellman, Curtis Kelley, Griff Gall, Drew Krasner, Cody Stahl, Laila Smith, Kevin Greene, Tori Moran, Hanya Wozniak-Brayman, Mary Beth Lewis, Nancy Lewis Brown, John Williams, Steven Spielberg, Chris Columbus, Nelson Riddle, Nat King Cole


released December 15, 2014

Nick Frenay: lead and background vocals, electric bass, electric guitar, trumpets, flugelhorns, trombones
Noah Kellman: lead and background vocals, acoustic piano, synths
Jimmy Navarra: drums, sleigh bells, tambourine, voice of train conductor in "The Painter"
Tom Kenny: voice of storyteller in "The Painter"
Jakob Rabitsch: whistling
Sam Crowe: clarinets, flutes
Zach Brown: acoustic bass
Chase Potter: violin
Sumaia Jackson: violin
Dan Lay: viola
Sean Brennan: cello
Introflection: vocal choir
The Back Bay Ringers: handbell choir

Engineered by Jack Emblem, Diego Huaman, Yianni Anastos-Prastacos, Kama Bell, Joe Miller VI, Joey Izzo, Leonard Do, John Wynn, and Arieh Berl

All songs written by Nick + Noah, with the exception of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes," written by Jerome Kern and Otto Harbach.
All songs performed and produced by Nick + Noah.
Mixed and mastered by Noah Kellman.
© 2014

Album Artwork Photography by Samuel Kellman.
Album Artwork Editing by Kaya Blaze Kelley.


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Nick + Noah is a pop duo consisting of Nick Frenay and Noah Kellman. Longtime friends and musical partners, this is their first official collaboration. Not only have Nick and Noah both attended the GRAMMYs, but between the two of them, they have performed in venues across the globe and won awards from ASCAP, Downbeat Magazine, Yamaha, and more. ... more

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