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Rock: Roots Rock Rock: Album Rock Moods: Mood: Upbeat Moods: Mood: Intellectual Moods: Mood: Dreamy

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Soul Chatter

Our Sound:
Roots rock, folk-influenced, white soul, retro, indie, we’ve heard all of these descriptions and others not fit for print for the sensitive web surfer. Keyboards, guitar, bass, drums, the occasional horns or strings; pretty much rock and roll instrumentation, eh?

We take the lyrics pretty damned seriously (at least the lyricist does), and we work to keep it sonically and emotionally interesting. We work hard to create fresh songs with a strong melody, a lyrical stream of conscience, real emotion and forward motion. Listenable and memorable and hopefully powerful to the listener.

Ultimately you will decide what label(s) to apply. Be open and honest and interactive. Be kind. There may be a few impressionable eyes or ears in our tiny corner of the music universe.

Our History:
Cleveland, back in the stone ages. The early 1980's. Dark and dusty warehouses, long rehearsals, no money and trying to play only original music in a town with very few venues straying from a cover band format, especially with no local connections and certainly no pedigree. Modern music was hitting the radio. MTV had stumbled across its video format. We had real drums, a battered Wurlitzer electric piano, a couple of battle scarred fender amps and no ability or desire to play synth bass or a drum machine.

A band with three core members (keyboards, guitar and vocals) begins assembling original works. Ill-paid live performances, wallet-emptying studio projects and a revolving cast of support musicians straight out of The Commitments come and go. After a few years of long rehearsals, late night trips to Irv's Deli and lots of very bad attempts at humor, the trio becomes a duo (the duo made this dubious mistake, but it has finally been rectified by the time of this writing). An ever-changing crew of characters join us for more studio sessions (whenever money other than that earmarked for rent was available) and the occasional 'live' performance.

Every so often an independent label (usually very obscure and very far away, like that out of town girlfriend no one ever seemed to meet) picks up one of our cuts for a compilation CD. Thus our songs were often re-produced in dark, damp, probably ancient and leaky cellars throughout Europe, selling literally dozens and dozens of recordings across the globe!

One day a very small indie label from deep in the Carolina woods gets a hold of some of our demos and decides to issue a full CD of our work, but the true intent of this 'partner' appears to be to market us and other unknowns to larger labels. We agree on absolutely nothing; what cuts to include, song titles, the color and cut of our underwear during live performance. Working to promote any actual airtime, exposure, or distribution seemed to be out of the question, or more likely, beyond their financial or political means. We could certainly relate.

Oh yeah, we also have a handful of classic (and true, I swear) stories about A&R calls from Geffen, Inner City Records, etc... that came ever-so-close to a real recording deal. You know; the kind of anecdotal stuff that re-surfaces when you are hanging out with your ‘professional’ peers in a dark tavern after a few after-work beers.

The thing is; now there is a wife, a daughter and a string of solid years with everyone working ‘real jobs’. Toss in some mortgages, other assorted grown up-related responsibilities; all of the inevitable. Problem: you can never quite shake the fact that you still miss this music thing. So you pull the covers off your home studio gear (quickly realizing it is hopelessly outdated and worth a cuppa joe on a good day), you call your old pals for some close-to-pathetic reminiscing, you cross your fingers and hope for forgiveness and you listen to these dusty old recordings with far more sentiment than they deserve.

All this while thinking “Hey, we weren’t that bad, were we? Let’s cut a brand new set of songs!”

We hope like hell that you enjoy listening to them as much as we enjoyed writing and recording them.

Our Players:

Brian Stepien. The writer, the vocalist and lyricist. The wannabe poet. The self taught songwriter with no clue what the rules and mathematics of written music are all about. Never learned them. I just always wanted or needed to sing out all of the crap that fills this head. The isolation, the observations, the home grown off-kilter dime store philosophy, the humor and hope. Dale and I started writing together and eventually he just wanted to play the piano. Can't fault that logic. I was on my own for coming up with new material. So here it is.

Dale Schmitt. Our keyboard player. Piano, Wurlitzer, organ, horns, strings, bass, plus whatever effects we can dream up. Dale was our version of a child prodigy. Organ lessons from the toddler stage. Piano as a teenager. Surrounded by crate after crate of pop records from the sixties and seventies. All of those sounds and melodies crowding his head. I think he could learn to play any song he wanted to in a matter of minutes. I was completely and utterly jealous of his ear, his fluidity, and his musical recall. When you are stuck on who performed a particular song from long ago, Dale could recite the artist, label, chart info, and so much more than you asked for.

Jim Monica. Our guitarist. Lead and rhythm. In the early days and once again at the time of this writing. He has, over the years, perfected the art of defying the numerous doctors who at various life stages have told him we would never play guitar again. He has proven a veritable Houdini, escaping injury, surgery, the occasional stray sharp object or full sized vehicle. Always bouncing back to solo another day. He is the only one of us that never stopped performing live, in various projects in Cleveland. His depth of style and substance continually grow. Just like his vinyl and guitar collections.

Mike Docy. The engineer. He has pretty much always been. Certainly not exclusively, he has recorded countless bands and sessions over the years. He is a scientist, an engineer, a multi-instrument musician. He hears things the rest of us cannot hear. We are forever grateful for this amazing ability. He is blunt when he needs to be; he will tell you if something we just did stinks without offending. This is yet another very useful skill. His long hours of listening and tinkering have been a godsend. When he is working with us on a recording we simply stand back and watch while he multitasks us through another session.

George Hart. George was gracious enough to sit in on drums for our latest set of recordings. He worked tirelessly to come up with a solid, tight, fitting arrangement for each of the songs he was given. We are humbled and grateful.