NoFX, The Vandals, Pavement, Explosions in the Sky, Dick Dale, Nirvana, Sublime, The Ventures, The Refused, The Postal Service, MR Bungle, And you will know from the trail of dead, Death Cab for Cutie, Johnny Cash, Elliot Smith, Muse, Nirvana, Minor Threat, Suicide machines, Dead Kennedy's, Guttermouth, God Speed you Black Emperor, The Band, Green Day, Aphex Twin, The Pixies, Fear Factory, Rage Against the Machine, Amon Tobin, MC CHRIS, Weezer
Veteran Bronx Guitar/bass player and song writer JoAmerica (Now Sef Gray) return to music production. All songs are recorded, mixed and encoded by Sef in his modest bedroom with his not-so modest Apple Macintosh G5 using GarageBand. Tired of expensive band rehearsals and expensive shows ( Being in a band in NYC is rough on the pocket), Sef Gray has total control over his environment playing these catches punk/surf tunes. Created out of the pure love of making music, these tracks are ego-free and available to all for FREE. There are no vocals on any of the tracks yet and there may never be. I hope you enjoy them
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Hey! Please listen to our music and tell us what you think. Also let us know if you can help us out with contacts with booking agents, A&R representatives, indie record labels or anyone that can help us out. Thanks so much. Chee
hello
this saturday dec. 9th at 9pm we celebrate the birth of diego nandez at the pussycat lounge with some brothers in arms
the line up is bazooka falcon, organized sports, single serving friend, and the tender & vulnerable (not necessarily in that order)
don't flake on this shit it's gonna be a grand old time, all these bands are cool so stick around and give diego a b-day spanking
love b. falcon
p.s. the pussycat lounge is at 96 greenwich st.
take the 1, N,R to rector st. or the 4,5,6 to wall st.
I hear the train a comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns."
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.
Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
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