Stratford, Connecticut, USA

Solistic (sol-is-tick) n. funk/rock band hailing from Connecticut dedicated to the art of writing and performing original music that sets your soul and your feet free. A power trio, Solistic performs within a live, continuous, controlled flexibility modeled after such artists as James Brown, and the live revues of that era. The lineup includes Mel Perry (bass/vox), Tom Stonoha (guitar) and John Stavola (drums).


DRUMS ~ John, Johnny, Johnny-Stavs, Staverino, His Stavness (if you're not into the whole brevity thing) has been hitting the skins ever since he began to walk. First playing on a Muppets kit, he honed his skills while blasting out his mother's ears drumming to such favorites as "Hotel California" and "Wipeout". He has laid the groove down from punk to metal, and jazz to R&B. John has played in many bands over the years including Sound and Fury, the Lucid Trio, Hardly Lucid, Hash Clyde and most recently has been a part of The Backyard Committee. During the summer of '09, through his father he was introduced to Mel Perry and auditioned to become part of a new musical "concept". John has embraced his role in being the backbone of Solistic! He loves all kinds of music and his influences include (but are not limited to) Alice in Chains, Zepplin, Tool, Cypress Hill, Jimi, James Brown and Pink Floyd. Sometimes, if you listen closely, you may even hear him belting out "Southern Cross" by Crosby, Stills and Nash!

LEAD GUITAR & VOCALS ~ Tommy Stonoha At an early age, Tommy thought it would be fun to play guitar in a rock and roll band, and as it turns out, he was correct. However, after hearing the blues for the first time, he was instantly hooked to this robust American art form. Having the privilege to be under the tutelage of Paul “Gabe” Gabriel for a few years, Tom began to perform with such artists as Jesse “Wild Bill” Austin and George Baker. The high school band that Tom formed with his childhood friend, Andrew Gromiller, and others (Eric Kalb, Hubert Martin, Dave Livolsi, and Jen Durkin to name a few) eventually morphed into “Tongue~N~Groove”. Tommy “T-Bone” then when on to re-live the 70’s in a disco show band, after which, he needed to recover by getting his B.S. in Environmental Sciences from the University of Montana, Bozeman. Recently returning from Montana, Tommy “T” called his old friend, Melvin Perry, and asked him if he wanted to start a new project. With dedication, a clear vision, and hard work, Solistic came to be.

BASS & VOCALS ~ Mel Perry has been playing bass since the first time he had seen a posthumous Jimi Hendrix special on T.V. at the ripe old age of thirteen. Listening to every style of music, he then hit the local open mic trails at 17 learning how to play by watching and jamming with some of the premier musicians of the day, Greg Toresso, Frank Sambiase, and Glen Masso to name a few. Many gig fill-ins, and playing opportunities followed, along with hooking up with the members of Sniffles to join the offshoot band Snafu which branched into a group called Scrapyard, and Mel gladly joined his good friends, and occupied the bass chair in that group for many years while also playing in the premier wedding outfit Funky Business. He left Scrapyard after many years to join his friend Tom Stonoha to form an original outfit which became eventually known as Solistic. Mel continues his mission of spreading the idea of diverse music listening to as many people as possible, and continues to love and enjoy all forms of music.



Written By: Mel Perry

Pay offs, dealin' double crossin' and squealin'
everybody's got to run from steamroller
Look outs, break outs, wire taps and stake outs
the game's revenge both eyes over your shoulder.
You've got to move
If you testified
Or you end up floatin' in the ocean
You've got to move
If you want to survive
All ducks in a row
put 'em in motion
Gangland, chop shops, shipments and crooked cops
folks sweatin' he's gettin' out o' the joint
FBI, dirty looks, phone numbers on matchbooks
Roller swears he's gon' prove a point.
You've got to fly
if you're in the game
if you helped to put him away
You've got to fly
if he knows your name
pull up stakes and hightail yesterday
There are no hidin' places
from the man who knows a thousand faces
you can't be in view
When steamroller gets his mind on you
There are no hiding places
from the man who knows a thousand faces
there is nowhere to run
from the man who doesn't need a gun
Cat-like quickness, see no evil witness,
bodies droppin' ain't no stoppin' payback
man on man, quick to kill, red eye flight to Brazil
no relief, he'll soon make his way back.
You got to run
run for all you're worth
you can't make friends or trust no one
you got to run
nowhere on this earth
you can't rest cos' Roller gets the slow one.

Universal Soul

Written By: Mel Perry

Universal Soul
Hop the train to N.Y.C. to party with the sleepless nation
gonna leave some smokin' club a dance sensation.
Had a couple o' good weeks, so when I stepped out the ATM,
hooked myself some new threads to look Creme de la Creme.
A shave and cologne
cleaned out my cell phone
to make room for new numbers yeah!
Chillaxin' at the front bar diggin' and feelin' the groove,
just people watchin' tryin' to plan my next move.
Cougars with their mixed drinks, and fake colored nails,
men over 45 with long pony tails.
And those young twenty somethings
with those beautiful rump things
trailing behind, mmmm hmmmm!
Chorus 1:
The music was pumpin'
the nightime's energy's grindin' and bumpin'
to this universal soul
Chorus 2:
All sizes and races
having good times despite all the crowded spaces
feeling universal soul
Come out and dance
do you wanna dance
come out and dance
do you wanna dance (Repeat in vamp form)
Caught a chica starin', I tell ya she was fine
pulled her out and danced like on the Soul Train line
Got digits and 3 more, all of them real sweet,
Catch the Metro home, next weekend rinse and repeat.
It's part of my ritual
I make it habitual
to stop and have fun yeah!
Back to Chorus 1:
The music was pumpin'
The night time's energy's grindin' and bumpin'
to this universal soul
M.A.Perry 3rd

Miss Cordelia

Written By: Mel Perry

Back in the swamps of N’awlins
A few miles from an old plantation

Canoe just to get through
What’s said to be voodoo nation

Dark skinned woman in a shanty shack
She’ll grant your wish but you gotta help her back
Too many people see her, and disregard their debt

story ‘bout a brother who’s now blind
Tale about a woman gone crazy
Poor soul died in a freak mishap,
I’d tell ya but the story’s still hazy

Bad luck brew
Gonna come for you
So watch what you do
Cos’ it’s bad juju
If you cross Miss Cordelia

They say she was born with a face veil
And she can see ghosts and spirits
On the porch lives a black crow
And witnesses say to fear it

Rumor is she’s a hundred and ten
My grandmamma knew her way back when
Hunches over a snakeskin cane
That’s filled with old black magic

Heard tales of hexes
Wild eyed stories of potions
A cousin went for his sugar
And brought back some strange lotion

Chorus: same

Guitar solo:

Chorus: same

Heard you thinkin’ ‘bout goin’
Advice for your protection

When the Voodoo priestess speaks
You better answer all of her questions

Whatcha got that ails ya
Lay it on the woman, the truth can’t fail ya
Please send something back her way or the remedy don’t mean jack

Got a woman or man that roams
Got lack of desire
Got a physical malady
She’ll fix with chants and fire