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| Jon
Paris, Stuffy & Brad Seip - Cool It, Baby |
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| Zoe
Shmitt goes uptown |
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| Dylan
Shmitt stays downtown |
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The
title track, Nothing Is Real, is a haunting echo
of Shmitt’s critical illness. Heavily sedated throughout
the initial and most dire part of his stay in the intensive
care unit, Shmitt’s overactive imagination went into chemically-enhanced
overdrive. A collage of the hallucinations and dreams
he experienced has been artfully woven together in Nothing
Is Real, a track his fans are calling a sonic masterpiece.
Shmitt included Cool It, Baby as a cosmic “hello”
to his late mother, drummer Jody Shmitt, who wrote the
tune with her friend, Al Singer. To bring this piece of
history to life, Shmitt tracked down his first drummer,
Brad Seip, to play brushes on the beatnik track. Shmitt
recalls, “we were fifteen and broke and Brad had no snare
drum, so we went to Woolworth’s to buy one so he could
play.” Shmitt had another hometown pal, Jon Paris, sit
in on guitar. “These boys knew my mom and I wanted that
to be part of this track,” says Shmitt. The players did
not let him down. Even the ones who didn’t know Shmitt’s
mom got into the groove and gave a swinging performance
on Cool It, Baby.
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| Bobby
Gagnon |
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| Catherine
Popper |
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| Stephen
Moses & Stuffy |
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