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When Chris Root was still in his mom Tootie's
womb, she used to put her belly against the speakers while
Sergio Mendes Brasil 65 was cued up on the turntable.
At about the same time a couple thousand miles around
the world, little Juju Stulbach was playing in the sand
on the beach at Ipanema dreaming of the bright lights
of New York City. Split the difference and imagine a synthetic
beach on the outskirts of some Disney satellite compound,
where the baby outlaw Jon Marshall Smith was exiled to
his bedroom as a punishment for hotwiring the Wurlitzer
at the First Church of the Divine Grace to produce the
most unholy of sounds.
Cut to the lower east side of Manhattan,
2002. Chris Root, now the leader of NYC's chart coming
am60, takes a short break from touring and stops in on
the set of a friend who was shooting a film that Chris
was scoring a few tracks for. Suddenly Root is stopped
in those same tracks as he hears a haunted samba being
hummed by our Brasilian beach baby Juju Stulbach, all
grown up now and waiting for her closeup. The two spotted
each other across the room and both had an itch that something
was bound to happen between them.
Even an expired visa couldn't keep the
two of them apart. Juju was called back to Brasil and
Chris was called to Juju. Root packed his guitar, a rucksack
of gear and met Juju on the beach in Ipanema. In a makeshift
studio shack just a few sandy footsteps from the lolling
tides of the Ipanema surf they recorded the first tracks
for what would become the love child of the Sergio Mendes
and Chris's mom Tootie's experiment with amniotic, Bossa
Nova lullabies.
After an unfortunate run-in with the Brasilian
Policia involving some uncontrollable substances, Chris
and Juju were torn apart. Root fled the country without
a finished mix.
Enter the outlaw Jon Marshall Smith, now
famed East Village keyboard Svengali. While Smith was
taking a bourbon break from a studio session he banged
into a sunburned Root still itching with sand in his pants
and tracks in his hands from Ipanema. Root spun his dilemma
and the two arranged a midnight session to add the magical
organ sounds that would become the final step in the sonic
metamorphosis. So pick up your nearest conch shell, because
you just might hear the unstoppable, international humming
buzz of sonic destiny that is the Mosquitos.
Mosquitos: JuJu Stulbach, Jon Marshall
Smith and Chris Root.
Publicity Contact:Pati Devries Good Cop
(212) 366 5578 Pati@goodcoppr.com
Bar/None Records Contact: Mark Lipsitz (201) 770-9090
markl@bar-none.com
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