SANDI HAMMOND: This Summer Night "Gorgeous voice...a melodic, keyboard-based folk-club singer who exists far beyond what's normally thought of as folk..." -Boston Herald

VARIOUS ARTISTS: Coming Home: Boston Song Collective Songs of love, family, politics, & religion. Storytelling at its finest-a collection of compelling performing songwriters from the hub of the folk universe.

This year, Sandi began recording songs for film and television with producer Dow Brain of Underground Productions. Purchase them for download here!
Each song is $0.79 or all 3 for $2.00 (save 15%!)

Sandrina Darkina ($0.79)
Even In My Sleep ($0.79)
Dive Down ($0.79)

All 3 songs ($2.00)

SANDI HAMMOND: Rubbergirl As a classically trained singer, Sandi's style is very unique, fusing a superb, trained soprano voice with pop music.

Listen to 2-minute song samples from Rubbergirl:

Gloomy Girl

Open Your Eyes

One of the Best Ones

Elvira

 

Molly's Mom
(click to purchase for $0.79)

I wrote "Molly's Mom" at a time when the search for Molly Bish had intensified. Stories were in the paper every few days; I was haunted. For those of you who don't know, Molly Bish was a Massachusetts teenager who was abducted at a local pond in her town where she was the summer lifeguard. A few months after I wrote this song, her remains were found and her parents were finally able to have a proper memorial for their daughter. I hope this song will inspire you to learn more about the Molly Bish Foundation (www.mollybish.org) and related legislation (Megan's Law, Amber Alert).

Lyrics

Molly’s Mom
Written in honor of Molly Ann Bish
Words and music by Sandi Hammond
Copyright © May 24, 2003

Dozens of men in shiny orange coats
Fan out through the woods, raising my hopes
They’re like silent soldiers it all seems so strange
As if they’re in church outside in the rain
When I start to imagine what he might’ve done to you
Instead I count to ten and remember the few
Moments we had that day, talking in the car
As we drove to the pond, the sun shining hard

I brought you into this world
I love you Molly my girl

To outlive your own child well that’s some cruel curse
I’d go in your place if it could bring you back to earth
I could watch you grow old then, I’d smile from above
I’d find a way to make sure you could still feel my love
But I go into your room now, see some pictures and a comb
I stare at these things hard as if they could bring you home
Up on Whiskey Hill they found a scrap of blue
I can’t imagine that that’s all that’s left of you

I remember the day you were born
Heather could not wait to hold her baby sister in her arms
Hours of labor to bring you here
Yet in eight sorry minutes you disappeared

To outlive your own child –who would think up such a curse
I’d go in your place if it could bring you back to earth
I could watch you grow old then, I’d smile from above
I’d find a way to make sure you could still feel my love

I brought you into this world
I love you Molly my girl