Salad Days - EP
by The Harmonica Lewinskies
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Digital Album
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The Ghost Pal Song
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Funky Home
03:56
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Harlem River Valley
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about
The Harmonica Lewinskies, a NYC-based blues and funk group, has released their second EP, "Salad Days." Get your forks ready.
For this installment of the Lewinskies' narrative, the band has chosen to feature the unsung heroes within the group, those players who have dominated the underworlds of their past tracks, perhaps assuming the role of silent genius, and waited patiently to come to the forefront.
For this installment of the Lewinskies' narrative, the band has chosen to feature the unsung heroes within the group, those players who have dominated the underworlds of their past tracks, perhaps assuming the role of silent genius, and waited patiently to come to the forefront.
credits
released 09 March 2013
Rob Bettega - Rhythm Guitar, Cavaquinho, Vocals, Percussion
Devin Calderin - Organ
Oliver Fetter - Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Oliver Ignatius - Marimba, Vocals
Henry Kandel - Baritone Saxophone, Didjeridoo
Chris Lucca - Trumpet
Emily Mattheson - Vocals
Dan McLane - Lead Guitar, Vocals
Zebedee Row - Bass Guitar, Vocals
Marco Sanchez - Trombone
Will Simpson - Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Percussion, Vocals
Jake Warren - Alto Saxophone, Harmonica, Ukulele, Vocals
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Oliver Ignatius at Mama Cocos Funky Kitchen in Brooklyn, NY (www.mamacocosfunkykitchen.com)
Artwork by Casey Roonan
A balls-deep thank you to our generous families, both blood and rock & roll, including but not limited to Dr. Skinnybones for making better music than Layne Montgomery, The Jean Jackets for wearing our t-shirts on stage, Ghost Pal for being our imaginary friends, The Great American Novel for always making fun of us, the Dough Rollers for the titties and beer, and to Sons of an Illustrious Father for making Jawbone cut his beard.
Rob Bettega - Rhythm Guitar, Cavaquinho, Vocals, Percussion
Devin Calderin - Organ
Oliver Fetter - Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Oliver Ignatius - Marimba, Vocals
Henry Kandel - Baritone Saxophone, Didjeridoo
Chris Lucca - Trumpet
Emily Mattheson - Vocals
Dan McLane - Lead Guitar, Vocals
Zebedee Row - Bass Guitar, Vocals
Marco Sanchez - Trombone
Will Simpson - Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Percussion, Vocals
Jake Warren - Alto Saxophone, Harmonica, Ukulele, Vocals
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Oliver Ignatius at Mama Cocos Funky Kitchen in Brooklyn, NY (www.mamacocosfunkykitchen.com)
Artwork by Casey Roonan
A balls-deep thank you to our generous families, both blood and rock & roll, including but not limited to Dr. Skinnybones for making better music than Layne Montgomery, The Jean Jackets for wearing our t-shirts on stage, Ghost Pal for being our imaginary friends, The Great American Novel for always making fun of us, the Dough Rollers for the titties and beer, and to Sons of an Illustrious Father for making Jawbone cut his beard.
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The Harmonica Lewinskies are a diesel-fueled, musical and performance machine, geared to rock your most sensitive organs with spine-stroking and hair-pulling aphrodesia. Over the past three years, they have amassed a dirty cornucopia of influences ranging from Delta Blues, to molten Rock & Roll, to the art of seduction. ... more
shows
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May 31Brooklyn, NY
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Jun 14Brooklyn, NY
discography
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Mar 2013 -
Jul 2012 -
Jan 2012
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- Track Name: The Ghost Pal Song
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Verse 1
Am I up to routines?
I hang around like a ghost pal
I start to stop
You know I’m not
Ready to finish
I’m see through
It makes it easier to stay true
I take it back
I’ll tear my tongue out my mouth
Chorus
I never follow through
Verse 2
Well it’s tough to do much
Nothing but a broken muscle Sunday
When you give me 5,4, 1
Could never come back with nothing
I’m just a mishap atomic chemical catharsis
I take it back
That's the target sitting on my forehead
Chorus
Verse 3
I saw you on the moon
While you were leaving all your footprints
And the earth was just as blue
As your forget me not’s
You tasted like fruit punch
In the summer time
And the living was easy
Chorus
