Come see us at the beautiful community of people known as “The Haven“. This is the fellowship of creative people in NYC that is Zach’s blood vain. This is a weekly gathering that gets together every Monday night at 7:00pm at 21st and Park (Calvary Episcopal Church). If your an artist in NYC… you will love it. I promise.

The band is the true talent behind the music. With the lock down groove that can only be found in a brotherly love. The guitar player Rob and the drummer Greg keep the show on the tracks. The bass player Zack Lober is a fella that has been playing with the two brothers for the past 10 years. Eddy Bishai comes from one of the most musically celibrated families in the city and has the chops to back it up. All of the band member are very fancy and have their masters in music from places like NYU, Manhattan School of Music, and some strange music school in Canada. Joely Pittman is a southern bell that has a smile that will light up a room and a voice that will scare you if your not ready for it. Greg Ritchie: (drums) a rootsy and eccentric movement that will make you cry
Zack Lober: (Bass) a solid foundation of dark and light soul that can only be found in Canada
Rob Ritchie: (guitar) a driving ambition of creativity and tactfullness that should be boxed up and shipped to every home in the world
Eddie Bishai:(Piano) a banging river style piano that can only be truly experienced in a dark room
Joely Pittman: (vocals) a voice that can knock a wall down and harmonies that will remind you what home should feel like.

This is a song written on the road with a good bunch of folks. Lance, Brian, Jason, Alison, Ryan… you guys know whats up.

Dirty Feet at Rockwood Musichall

Several months ago I said goodbye to music making. The city was eating me alive. My wife mentioned to me that music makes her happy. My friends were pissed off and told me to get over myself. I hadn’t written a song worth talking about since I lived in NYC. Then one night I walked down to a little spot known as Bar 4. The lyrics in this place filled my soul with hope and calmed my spirit to the core. Tom Hayes was the first fella that I heard. As he sang a song that told about his fathers death in Ireland I sat back to take in the emotion of every strum. then Mike Grubs got up and sang “War Sweater” then Paula, the Matt Singer, then Austin, then Kevin, then Tanya, then Jesse, then Paul, the Sean, then Chelsea, then Steve, the Ivan and the lyrics ran deeper and deeper. The room was filled with encouragement and discipline. The songs that were coming out of this invorement were true. “have a child and give it a name then it changes”,” I guess he left me more then these scars over my knees”, “I always feel empty when its over”,.. all these lyrics were starting to be apart of who I was in a wierd way. So I started going to Bar 4 often and getting to know the beautiful souls that hang out there. It single handedly lead me back into writing and singing. I then met some wonderful fellas to play with. Zack Lober is a bass player whose apartment burned down the first two weeks that he lived in the city. He has this wonderful ability to look at the big picture of a rehearsal and take into a cognitive flowing peace of time. Greg Ritchie is a drummer who lived with Zack when the apartment burned down and the only thing that made it out was his drums.. this is why the simbals that he plays looks so narly. Rob Ritchie lays down a mean guitar and can play anything under the sun. He teaches and lives in my neighborhood. these fella’s have made the music that we make worth while and have terribly kind to all of the friends and family that have come out to the shows.

Now we are emarking on a new recording… A 5 track EP that will probably change the way that I look at music forever. I can not wait until we see what is going to go down.

The music has definetely built a wonderful community.. Dusty Brown, Armistead, The Haven, The Gallery, Bar 4, all the Brooklyn peeps… I am so blessed to live in this city and have people that I love.

anywho,

please excuse my terrible spelling…