Papa String Band

Papa String Band

 Columbia, South Carolina, USA
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From traditional bluegrass to contemporary improv jamming, Papa String uses unconventional instrumentation to create an ever-changing, spontaneous, and unpredictable sensory experience.

Biography

Starting in the summer of 2003, Papa String Band member Brett Mello,and friends started playing music on the rocks of the Saluda River. Many would gather 'round to listen to their new take on ol' time bluegrass. In May of 2004, he decided to take the act to local bars and restaurants. The Papa String Band was born and has been performing ever since.
The band's lineup has expanded to include: LJ Errante, on maondolin and vocals; bass player, Gary Bishop; percussionist, Jackson Wools; harmonica player and vocalist, Mike Fore; and Matt Fenech on drum kit and vocals.. This combination of unconventional instrumentation allowed the band to push beyond bluegrass, opening the doors for new experimentation and endless musical possibilities. The Papa String Band's "signature blend" of music is infused with the influences of blues, bluegrass, jazz, psychedelic, jam and funk.

Their music has been described as "Americana," "Jam," and even "Southern fried Grateful Dead." Papa String just calls it, "Funky Newgrass Honk." This is music that captures all ages and leaves fans with a smile on their face.
The Papa String Band has evolved into an ever-changing, spontaneous, and unpredictable sensory experience, so "kick off your shoes, and hold on to your booze" cause the Papa String Band's coming to town!

Lyrics

Bridges & Tunnels

Written By: Brett Mello/Daron LaBruyere

We can harbor trains
We cut through the plains
We connect the earth
through roads forward and reverse

We rise above the waves,
covered in a foggy haze.
We filter out the light.
Made from dynamite.

We may rise above,
but we still share the love
Cause roads, no matter what,
still share the same shortcut.

Pickin'em Up & Puttin'em Down

Written By: Brett Mello

Well, it's a long way from lunch break,
and I don't know how much more I can take,
been workin' since, I can't say
be drivin' them nails till the break of day.

Only to find that I'm gonna lose my mind, if I don't
leave these blues behind and stop waistin' all my time

When I get home, time only will tell
if I can survive this treacherous hell
three cigarettes and a whiskey shot,
papa's gonna make it back to the house

Only one way, pickin'em up and puttin'em down.

Old nantee kicked the jug,
then hollered outside at the lightning bug
said, "Come on in, let's light the den,
take a peak at the chicks in the chicken pen."

Only to see that we ain't got nothin' to eat, and we're washin'
out our clothes in the Camden County creek.

Well I'll be workin' all day, till the sun goes down,
tryin' to make that dollar till the whistle sounds
and finally when I'm drivin' away, gonna smoke all my blues away.

Only one way, pickin'em up and puttin'em down.

When night time rolls around again,
and the rooster crows about a quarter till ten,
I'll be pickin' and a grinnin' on the family porch,
lappin' up them beers, showin' no remorse.

Only to see that we're out of corn whiskey, and I really gotta pee,
but it's way too dark to see.

I'll be bumblin' and a stumblin' just like a mouse,
tryin' to make my way to that old outhouse.
Twistin' and a turnin' and my toes will curl
then lean to the side and proceed to hurl

Only one way, pickin'em up and puttin'em down.

Well, it's a long way from lunch break
and I don't know how much more I can take.
Been drinkin' since, I can't say,
be drinkin' them beers till the break of day.

Only to find, that I'm gonna lose my mind, if I don't leave
these blues behind, and stop waistin' all my time.

I'll be working all day till the sun goes down,
tryin' to make that dollar till the whistle sounds,
and finally when I'm drivin' away
gonna smoke all my blues away.

Only one way, pickin'em up and puttin'em down.

Only one way, pickin'em up and puttin'em down.

Migration

Written By: Gary Bishop/Brett Mello

Birds fly south in the winter time, feel the sun upon their backs
wish that I could catch a ride, I'd fly right to that other side.
As the ground falls from their feet, that's one more atmosphere they seek.
Wingin' for that southern sky, they stay right here, they'll surely die.
I'm goin' home.
I'm goin' home.

Flyin' for weeks, no time for rest, runnin' from that bitter cold, cold west
take a stream, hitch it on the wind, barrel down from the high, down through the bend.
Sun fallin' fast, it never lasts, runnin' empty on a tank with no more gas.
Formation we fly with no retreat, follow the path that leads to heat.
I'm goin' home.
I'm goin' home.

See how they follow the sun
See that they're goin' home
See that they follow their soul
See that they're goin' home

Free ticket to ride, no ticket to buy, the sun fuels us forward to another life.
We take the trip to the great unknown, journey through the skies never been flown.
We must survive, we must arrive, to the single place we can get by
cause even if we hesitate, it's our entire world at stake.
I'm goin' home.
I'm goin' home.

See how they follow the sun
See that they're goin' home
See that they follow their soul
See that they're goin' home

Not bound by land, not bound by sea, those northern hills are history.
Through the Andes, down to the trees, toward the beaches by the see.
Up the coastal waterways, we travel for hours, even days,
searchin' for that paradise, we stay right here we'll surely die.
I'm goin' home.
I'm goin' home.

See how they follow the sun
See that they're goin' home
See that they follow their soul
See that they're goin' home

Here's Hoping

Written By: Daron LaBruyere

I think we all need a little perspective.
find a new way of living in a world that's getting so small
I can feel the burden of my generation
We're facing forward, but our backs are against the wall.

Just take a ride across the old Mississippi.
catch a glimpse of the way things were just some years before.
I remember the first time I saw Mount Rushmore.
Faces of man, well, they pale to the rocks in which they were formed.
Black hills will settle when they finish Crazy Horse.

It scares me to think of how our children will judge us
from leaving them a world turnin' brown that used to be so green.
"Daddy, tell me what was it like when you were younger."
The mountains were capped with snow and the rivers all ran clean.
We've only got one chance to leave our legacy.

So many years down a dirty road and the brooks have gotten deep
summer couldn't be so high if the trail wasn't so steep.
I feel like taking off my hat and tip it to the river for gold

But for the first time, I'm feelin' old
I've been warned, that I'm gettin' old
hang on to your dollar cause it's been sold.

Discography

Self Titled - 2009

Set List

Repertoire consists of originals and covers ranging from traditional bluegrass to Country to Classic rock.

PSB has also performed in many Tribute shows including tributes of:

Grateful Dead
Neil Young
Bob Dylan
The Band
and more...