SEEKINGBand to Join, Lead Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Violin, Trumpet, Keyboard, Piano, Background Singer, Harmonica, Mandolin, Fiddle.
Looking to start a band to play classic rock, blues, folk, R&B, gospel, reggae, country, pop covers that people recognize, as well as original songs, (mine and yours). Some of my songs have demos are on Soundcloud. I'm looking for musicians to record better versions and new songs already written. I have a recording studio in the Catskills, and live in West Orange NJ. I use Logic Pro X.
- Screen name:
- Alex Singer Songwriter
- Member since:
- Sep 05 2016
- Active within 24 hours
- Level of commitment:
- Very Committed
- Years playing music:
- Tend to practice:
- More than 3 times per week
Rolling Stones, Beatles, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Talking Heads, Old School Blues, Motown, Clapton, Bruce Springsteen, Jack White, Alabama Shakes, Avett Brothers, Jason Mraz,
- Rhythm Guitar:
- Acoustic Guitar:
Serious acoustic and electric guitars, Yamaha keyboards, Roland drums, etc
My Blue Soul
My Blue SoulMusic & Lyrics, by Alex Storozynski
Cabin FeverCabin Fever Words & music by Alex Storozynski as well as keyboards, strings and vocal chords
She's Fed Up!
She's Fed Up!
Mulligan StewMulligan Stew Words & Music by Alex Storozynski A tramp starts the fire another stirs the pot, Drifter fans the flame to get it nice and hot Potatoes, peas or chicken, anything ya’ got Dash of salt ‘n’ pepper, to hit the spot Pour it in this hobo brew Simmer down to a Mulligan Stew Bottoms up, dance til’ dawn Tomorrow we just move on Cold, hungry, dry, living on the fly Gimme any job that’ll get me by Migrant on the road has to think quick Travel light with only a bindle stick In the jungle camp, respect the code Vagabonds pull’in by the trainload If ya call the kettle black, don’t back Outcasts are fine, they’re friends of mine
Going PostalWords & Music, By Alex Storozynski Running from your neighbor’s dog lugging a bag of mail Special delivery, I ain’t no snail Birthday cards, medicine, social security check, Treasures without which we’d all be wrecked They can hide mailboxes and sorting machines But your message is getting through by any means No snow, no rain, heat or gloom of night, will stop this carrier from com-pleting the rounds A post card from Europe, where you can no longer go Your refund for that closed Broadway show The perfumed letter you kissed with lipstick Sent out to that GI Joe you love so much You’re worried about me going pos-tal? So why’d you stick a knife through my heart? No snow, no rain, heat or gloom of night, will stop this carrier from completing the rounds Walked so many miles wore out my shoes, Dedicated public servant, dressed in blues Communication breakdown is not good for you Neither is the death of the truth
The Jelly Jam
The Jelly JamThe Jelly Jam Words & Music, by Alex Storozynski Reach in the cupboard, pull out some bread, Look in the fridge for something to spread Marmalade made from berries and melons A sweet taste that takes you right to heaven It must be jam cuz jelly don’t shake like that A sweet roll slides on the piano keys A taste morsel that will certainly please Crank up the music a swinging jam Shiny aspic covering molded ham It must be jam cuz jelly don’t shake like that If you go out in the rain, put on a hat Don’t let anyone see you looking like that Crank up some music, a swinging jam Crack open a big bucket of clams Squeeze some lemons, they won’t make you fat A girl in the window dancing with a cat You shouldn’t be looking like that, Oh, those curves, oh those eyes, I can tell she told a million lies She’s made of jam, jelly don’t shake like that
Stand TallStand Tall Music & Lyrics, Alex Storozynski Can’t hold a man down, without staying low with him, So take your foot off his neck, your knee off his back Only so far he’ll bend, ‘fore he starts to crack Once the dam breaks, there’s no holding back So be tall, stand tall, don’t do anything small Stand tall, stand tall, dignity for all! When you lay down with dogs, you wake up with fleas, If you bring someone down, it’s you on your knees Ain’t nobody free, unless we’re all free Let this begin, with you and me I’ll walk in your shoes, if you’ll try on mine A little empathy and we’ll be fine Good Karma can wash, away our pain Here’s to you til me meet again
What would Jesus do?
What would Jesus do?Guitars & vocals Alex Storozynski Bass guitar: Mike Batthany Drums: Matt Rocker Music & Lyrics: Alex Storozynski That Latin baby in your arms Make sure you do her no harm Giv’r back to Mama where she belongs Can’t you tell ‘tween right and wrong? CHORUS You read the bible through n through The lord makes it clear what to do, Those hungry eyes staring back at you Just ask yourself what would Jesus do? Refugee came out of the east Chased by bombs and beasts. Do you give him something to eat? Sit him down wash his feet. CHORUS Beggar man stole a loaf of bread Tried his best to keep his children fed Will you invite him to dine? Can you turn water into wine? Sick man tells the Doc he can’t pay Does he give him a bed turn him away That’s the tomb where Jesus wept Can you bring life back from the dead? There is neither, Greek or Jew When hatred’s aimed at you There is neither slave or free When you’re filled with bigotry That dilemma facing you Sometimes life leaves you clues Those hungry eyes staring back at you Just ask yourself what would Jesus do?
West Kill Brews
West Kill BrewsWest Kill Brews Music & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski Alex Storozynski: Vocals & Guitars Mike Batthany: Piano, Banjo, Bass & Mandolin Matt Rocker: Drums & Background Vocals Mixed by Underground Audio
KatynKATYN Music & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski Alex Storozynski: Guitar and Vocals Mike Batthany: Keyboards, Love & Mangoes Marian Pidvirny: Violin Alex Mroz: Drums Matthew Rocker: Bass Recorded at West Kill Studio Mixed at Underground Audio KATYN lyrics Dziadek got a bullet, in the back of his head, Shoved into a hole on a pile of the dead No one had his back they were under attack Soul rose up to heaven, he ain’t never coming back CHORUS In the woods of Katyn, if the trees could talk Would the murdered stand, would the killers walk? If he falls in the forest, does it make a sound? If no one hears him moan, when he hits the ground? The goal was clear, kill the educated class Doctors, teachers, lawyers and the military brass Body politic confused, when you chop off its head When leaders are gone, and wisdom shot dead Chorus Hands cuffed behind them and kneeling on the floor They executed all of the prisoners of war Orders sent from the Kremlin, don’t leave any proof Look to the future, but don’t bury the past Chorus Outro Cold wind blows, covers fallen leaves with snow And once the demons go, how will anyone know?
These Ain't My Monkeys
These Ain't My MonkeysThere's a Polish saying, To nie mój cyrk, nie moje małpy, "This is not my circus, these ain't my monkeys." Music & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski With Mango Mike Batthany on Bass and Slide Guitars Three rings rolled into town today, they don’t let truth get in the way Elephants, clowns and a trapeze too, that tattooed lady’s looking at you This is not my circus, these ain’t my monkeys This carnival is a barrel of flunkies Spinning on this carousel is making me dizzy The whole world’s thrown into a tizzy They’re pitching a tent, along the midway, this freak show ain’t going away Wild lions are out of the cage, headed for you about to engage Step right up, it can’t be beat, this tonic knocks you off your feet Whatever ails you, makes you sick, this snake oil works really quick Al-A-Ga-Zam, Bim-Sala-Bim Don’t bet on chump, cuz you’ll never win His wheel of fortune is an empty ride He’ll take all the loot run and hide Clowns are pegs on which the circus is hung; just don’t step in the elephant dung Under the big top is make-believe, can’t wait till this freak show leaves
Hush Hush Charlottesville
Hush Hush CharlottesvilleBy Alex Storozynski Shhh- Charlottesville - The KKK They never really went away Hush, hush sweet Charlottesville Don’t utter my name Hush, hush my Charlottesville I feel your pain Lee’s statue is riding so low It’s a tribute to hate Give up your heart to Love Before it’s to late America’s original sin Enslaving Africans Your misplaced anger Makes nothing great again! Oh, white boy can’t you see This is not the Confederacy Stars and bars are not for me This is the land of the free!
Why Did You Leave?
Why Did You Leave?Why Did You Leave? Music & Lyrics By Alex Storozynski Alex Storozynski Guitar, Bass & Drums Chris Swadowski, Lead Guitar
Church Of Soul
Church Of SoulMusic & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski Alex Storozynski: Vocals & Guitar, Tamborine Mike Batthany: Organ, Dobro, Bass, Mandolin, Harmonica, Mangoes Robert “Cue” Gerhards: Guitar Ron Guiterrez: Drums Ron DeCavalcanti: Backing Vocals Andrea Search: Backing Vocals Mixed by Daniel Meyer of Quincy Palace Studios
Black (In The Wrong Places)
Black (In The Wrong Places)Music & Lyrics: Alex Storozynski E C Lorick: producer and arranger Recorded and mixed at: littleGIANT Productions and recording studio, Woodstock, NY Lead vocals: E C Lorick and Alex Storozynski Vocal ad-libs and background vocals: Marji Zintz Vocals (chorus): Gloria Grant Diedre Miller Marji Zintz Alex Storozynski E C Lorick Acoustic guitar: Alex Storozynski Electric piano: Alyx Coe Electric guitars: E C Lorick Electric bass: E C Lorick Organ: Alyx Coe Percussion: Dawn Casteel-Lorick Digital drum arrangement: E C Lorick
Fireflies Need Darkness To Shine
Fireflies Need Darkness To ShineMusic & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski Alex Storozynski: Vocals & Guitar Marian Pidvirny: Violin Mike Batthany: Piano
The Ballad Of Bonnie And Clyde
The Ballad Of Bonnie And ClydeThe Ballad of Bonnie & Clyde Music & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski Alex Storozynski: Vocals, Guitar Mike Batthany: Mandolin, Banjo & Bass Marian Pidvirny: Violin
Boogie Woogie Roll Call
Boogie Woogie Roll CallWas Elvis the King of Rock n Roll? Hell no! Chuck Berry? Getting warmer. It was the Boogie Woogie piano players of the 1940s who paved the way on 88 keys! "Boogie Woogie Roll Call" Music & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski Alex Storozynski: Vocals and Guitar Mike Batthany: Boogie Woogie Piano Ron Gutierrez: Drums Salvatore Palazzolo: Bass
The City Of Lions
The City Of LionsLwow – Lviv – Lemberg: The City of Lions I visited my father’s home town a few years ago where I saw the spot where his house used to be. It inspired this song. Music & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski Alex Storozynski: Guitar, Vocals & Claves Marian Pidvirny: Violin Mike Batthany: Upright bass
Young DionysusTwenty-one years ago my son Nicholas Dionysus Julius was born in the car in front of the Hackensack Court House. This fantastic boy had a Police Report written about him the day he was born. The newspapers covered his arrival. So here is a little tribute to my dear son, “Young Dionysus.” Words and Lyrics By Alex Storozynski Vocals - Alex Storozynski Guitars - Daniel Mayer Mike Batthany - Bass & Harmonica Drums - Ron Gutierrez Background Vocals - Andrea Searcy, Mike Batthany & Daniel Mayer
High NoonMusic & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski, Alex Storozynski, Vocals & Guitar Mike Batthany, Slide Guitar Salvatore Palazzolo, Bass Ron Gutierrez, Drums
Hey Now! (((Hejnal)))
Hey Now! (((Hejnal)))If the trumpeter in Krakow had time to finish the Hejnał Mariacki what would it sound like? Like this! Hey Now! (((Hejnal))) Music and Lyrics By Alex Storozynski: What a kick playing with some great musicians: Mike Batthany, Robert “Cue” Gerhards, Ron Guiterrez, and Richard DeCrosta an incredible Trumpet player! Thank you Matt Chiaravalle for his wonderful mix.
Ciao Bella"Ciao Bella" Music & Lyrics by Alex Storozynski Thank you joining me Marian Pidvirny on Violin and Mike Batthany on Piano.