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Some of my songs raise money for causes I care about, and some I give free to local groups. Here's where things stand.



Giving Back

Music has given me a lot over the years. Here are a few ways I try to give some of it back.

Irish Traditional Music Archive (ITMA)

When Dónal Lunny died on October 23, 2026, I wrote "The Man Who Rewired the Tune" for him. 100% of my proceeds from the song go to ITMA in Dublin, which keeps Irish traditional music safe and free for anyone to hear.

NEPM, our local public radio

If Monte Belmonte plays "The Hadley Witch" on The Fabulous 413, every cent the song earns goes to NEPM.

Veterans Day

I've offered "The Ballad of Sergeant Kielty" to Veterans Radio for Veterans Day. It's about my grandfather, a WWI sergeant who carried gassed soldiers to safety in France.

Free songs for local groups

  • Hadley Historical Society: free use of "The Hadley Witch" in their programs, Facebook page and email list.
  • Valley Light Opera: I've offered "The Fiddler's Coming to Northampton" to help fill the Academy of Music for Fiddler on the Roof. I played viola in the VLO pit for years.

Could your town or group use a song?

Get in touch through linktr.ee/verve413

Adam Sweet, Verve, Granby, Massachusetts. A Pioneer Valley company.

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