The New York MiddleMen

The New York MiddleMen

BandRock

We play regressive rock, somewhere between Barry Manilow and Megadeth. Rock 'n Roll is Folk to our Souls!

Biography

Rich Mosher
Discarded in early childhood as evidence of experimentation in the forbidden arts, Rich survived on the fringes of society, disguised as Art Quisling, pouncing on opportunities to create.

John Piccarella
The son of Transylvanian refugees from the impalement plague of the 1920s John has renounced his life of unbridled sexual conquest and financial privilege to pursue self-denial in a Zen monastery.

Richie Theobald
This man was nourished on a steady diet of beats. When asked if he had any regrets he said he only wished he was born with more than two arms and two legs.

Bryan Knower
Faced with his doppelganger after years of chemical imbalance and mechanical self-indulgence, Bryan has been trying to outstrip his shadow ever since

Lyrics

Nothing But The Blues

Written By: Richard Mosher

Nothing But the Blues

Heart like a forest
Smoking up the sky
Love bleeding out
The corner of my eye
You gave me nothing I could use
You gave me nothing but the blues

Down in the dungeon
Shackled in despair
With just a photo
And a lock of hair
You sure knew how to turn the screws
You gave me nothing but the blues

Nothing at all
I made you laugh
You made me crawl
Nothing at all
You made me feel
small

Heart like a tombstone
High up on a hill
The full moon is rising
It’s midnight’s bitter pill
The crumbs you offer I refuse
You gave me nothing but the blues

©2002 Richard Mosher

Don't Tell Fred

Written By: Richard Mosher

Don’t Tell Fred

I’ve been thinking about the things you said
I’ve been hearing voices in my head
Like a snake I’ve got a skin to shed
I will take it off in your bed
You’ll be fed
Don’t tell Fred

I’ve been thinking about the games you play
You’ve been pulling in to push away
Do the darkest deed in brightest day
Never let your conscience block your way
Come today
Cumquat May
Don’t tell Fred

You have kept the focus on yourself
As you took the toys off the shelf
I was wondering how your furnace felt
You were sure the man would melt
And he knelt
To your belt
Don’t tell Fred

You have let the thing go on and on
Now you wonder why it’s gone
I’ve been noticing you’re getting fond
Of the things that lie beyond
The magic wand
In your pond
Don’t tell Fred

© Richard Mosher 2000

Steel City

Written By: Richard Mosher

Steel City

It isn’t very pretty but it’s mine
In Steel City you need spine
Everybody’s stealing, not showing feelings
Isn’t it a pity to play Steel City?

They raise the price when you walk the mile
But if you want the goods you’ve got to smile
You meet the girls’ demands, you’ve gotta understand
The ones who aren’t pretty
Can’t play steel city

A pretty little girl gave me a whirl
Took me to the sky and then moved on
Took me for a guy she could climb upon
And I can’t believe
That she’s really gone

The buildings climb to steal the sky
The many lines steal all my time
The mayor ain’t no friend of mine
But he’ll get my vote if he treats me kind

I’m back in Steel City living on nerve
Putting to use all the things that I’ve heard
In Steel City you’re on the spot
You can have your ideals
Or you can take your shot

© Richard Mosher 2000

Go-To Guy

Written By: Richard Mosher

Go-To Guy

Look at me, what do you see?
All you need within your reach
I want to be your go-to guy

I look at you, I wish I knew
What I should do - give me a clue
I want to be your go-to guy

And every night we'll do it right
You look so nice let's do it twice
Now and then you'll need a friend
Think of me then, you can depend

Seems to me we could be
In ecstasy eternally
I want to be your go-to guy

Beam Me Up, Jesus

Written By: Rich Mosher

Beam me up, Jesus, beam me up
Beam me up, Jesus, beam me up
I was not at the Last Supper
So beam me up, Jesus, beam me up

Beam you down, Satan, beam you down
Beam you down, Satan, beam you down
Don't want you hanging around
Beam you down, Satan, beam you down

Rapture time is coming, Rapture time
Rapture time is coming, Rapture time
Don't want to be left behind
Rapture time is coming, Rapture time

Beam me up, Jesus, beam me up
Beam me up, Jesus, beam me up
I want to drink from that cup
So beam me up, Jesus, beam me up

Discography

To be announced

Set List

We have about three dozen songs rehearsed, averaging about four or five minutes each in performance. We do about 10 songs in a typical set, and vary them so our fans won't get bored. We haven't done covers in performance, but if we do, they will be choice material from the sixties, Animals, Stones, Yardbirds vintage.

Some of our titles are:

Baby Your Gravy Saved Me
Electric Eel
The Taliban
The Fruit of Your Love
Over I Bend
You Got it Going On
Robot Love
Nothing But the Blues
Bingo
It Gets Hot
Love Lessons
Ride The High Country
Steel City
Don't Tell Fred

(Other titles are available upon request)