The Smoking Jackets

The Smoking Jackets

 Somerville, Massachusetts, USA
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The Smoking Jackets have hit the East Coast with their hopelessly catchy piano-drive rock. With Motown-nodding horn lines and songs that Billy Joel might sing on a weekend bender, this fresh-faced outfit commands the stage in live performance with a bottle-rocket energy that cannot be contained.

Biography

People at Smoking Jackets shows often find themselves wondering "what happened to music like this?" and climbing on top of each other to find more space (or exactly the right place) to dance. And we're not talking jumping-in-place, trip-on-your-converse, eyeliner-under-your-fingernails dancing. This is the kind of movement that starts in your ears and bumrushes your soul as quickly as it does your feet. The kind of dancing that brings people together to stay together. When the crowd joins the band on stage night after night to dance the set out, that's when the Smoking Jackets' mission is most clear.

This has been the goal since day one: to create an oldschool feel that starts in a piano, slides through funky roots and shining brass straight to that part of your brain that's been so long hankerin for a sound to move to.

When The Smoking Jackets first gathered in an airtight practice room at Tufts Unviersity in Somerville, MA, a unique bond was cast as they found themselves playing together as if they were meant to all along. A sparkly horn section, coupled with funkular bass and drums, added the flair that keymaster and principle songwriter Ben Anshutz was looking for and then transformed an initial singer-songwriter feel into a 6-piece dance-party waiting to happen.

After helping powersand the hardwood at a few Tufts venues for a year or so (as well as a naked basement affair that you didn't hear about from us), The Smoking Jackets hit the studio in December 2009 to lay down 7 tracks, 5 of which are compiled on their debut EP, Wolves in Cheap Clothing, which was released in March of 2010.

Following the addition of a fiddler the Jackets have wrapped up a 10 date June Jackets Sexplosion tour that took them from Southie to Soho, and from scenic New Jersey to the classiest parts of Philadelphia. Gathering footloose momentum along the way with their toe-tapping-tomfoolery, the Smoking Jackets are back at it in September with new fans, new rockin bands, and some new tunes, looking to make proud their illustrious influences and idols, misters Folds, Joel, and Wonder.

Lyrics

Cameo

Written By: Ben Anshutz

I wrote this song
Waiting for you
To put on your make up
In your dressing room
It’s about how every director in town Wants to put
your face in a film and I get lost underfoot

You’re always soaking up
The lime-light every single night
And I left standing off stage right
You like to keep me outta sight

Cause im just an extra in the movie adaptation of your life
Lonely boy #2 spends all night dreaming of you
And when the credits roll at the end of the show
I’ll be remembered, remembered as just a cameo

I use to have a leading part
But now im just an understudy to your heart
Still gotta memorize all those lines
That on the silver screen would make you fall in love with me

Cause im just an extra in the movie adaptation of your life
Lonely boy #2 spends all night dreaming of you
And when the credits roll at the end of the show
I’ll be remembered, remembered as just a cameo

It’s a sad sad situation, I’ve done all I can to get your attention
But your blinded by the stage light, can’t hear my curtain call
And I just wanted to shine next to you is all

Oh that’s all

Now the red carpet is your home, and I’m stuck here all alone
Watching you talk to all of your producers on the phone
Can’t help thinking that I didn’t try hard enough
To make you see my name in lights

Cause I’m still an extra in the movie adaptation of your life
Lonely boy #2 spends all night dreaming of you
And when the credits roll at the end of the show
I’ll be remembered yeah I’ll be remembered, I’ll be remembered

As an extra in the movie adaptation of your life
Lonely boy #2 spends all night dreaming of you
And when the credits roll at the end of the show
I’ll be remembered yeah I’ll be remembered
As just a cameo

Ms. Practice

Written By: Ben Anshutz

I wrote this song
Waiting for you
To put on your make up
In your dressing room
It’s about how every director in town Wants to put
your face in a film and I get lost underfoot

You’re always soaking up
The lime-light every single night
And I left standing off stage right
You like to keep me outta sight

Cause im just an extra in the movie adaptation of your life
Lonely boy #2 spends all night dreaming of you
And when the credits roll at the end of the show
I’ll be remembered, remembered as just a cameo

I use to have a leading part
But now im just an understudy to your heart
Still gotta memorize all those lines
That on the silver screen would make you fall in love with me

Cause im just an extra in the movie adaptation of your life
Lonely boy #2 spends all night dreaming of you
And when the credits roll at the end of the show
I’ll be remembered, remembered as just a cameo

It’s a sad sad situation, I’ve done all I can to get your attention
But your blinded by the stage light, can’t hear my curtain call
And I just wanted to shine next to you is all

Oh that’s all

Now the red carpet is your home, and I’m stuck here all alone
Watching you talk to all of your producers on the phone
Can’t help thinking that I didn’t try hard enough
To make you see my name in lights

Cause I’m still an extra in the movie adaptation of your life
Lonely boy #2 spends all night dreaming of you
And when the credits roll at the end of the show
I’ll be remembered yeah I’ll be remembered, I’ll be remembered

As an extra in the movie adaptation of your life
Lonely boy #2 spends all night dreaming of you
And when the credits roll at the end of the show
I’ll be remembered yeah I’ll be remembered
As just a cameo

Baby, Can You Disco?

Written By: Ben Anshutz


Put on your dancing shoes
And forget everything on your mind
Kick those weekday blues
Leave them on the sideline

And the way that you hit the floor
We’ve never had a girl like you in here before
It’s like you stepped out of a dream
You’re too much woman for this place it seems

I’m suspicious you're fictitious, just delicious déjà vu
So baby, come on, prove me wrong, all night long

Baby can you disco?
With all the lights pulsating
Baby can you disco
Your body's making my heart race and
Come on let yourself go
Take me places I’ve never been
Baby can you disco?
When can I wind you up and begin?
Baby can you disco?
Can ya? Can ya? Jam!

It’s a Saturday night
And the music is loud
Everyone is feeling all right
Dancing to the Smoking Jackets' sound

And as your little black dress
Slides up your thigh
There’s just one question
On my mind

I’m suspicious you're fictitious, just delicious déjà vu
So baby, come on, prove me wrong, all night long

Baby can you disco?
With all the lights pulsating
Baby can you disco
Your body's making my heart race and
Come on let yourself go
Take me places I’ve never been
Baby can you disco?
When can I wind you up and begin?
Baby can you disco?
Can ya? Can ya? Jam!

Band! Hit me!

Baby I need you to hustle
I need some of your disco muscle
Baby I need you to hustle
I need some of your disco muscle

Baby can you disco?
With all the lights pulsating
Baby can you disco
You’re making my heart race and
Come on let yourself go
Take my places I’ve never been
Baby can you disco?
When can I wind you up and begin?

I’m suspicious, you're fictitious, just delicious déjà vu
So baby, come on, prove me wrong all night long

Baby can you disco?
With all the lights pulsating
Baby can you disco
You body's making my heart race and
Come on let yourself go
Take me places I’ve never been
Baby can you disco?
When can I wind you up and begin
Baby can you disco? Can ya? Can ya? HEY!

Heartache with a Side of Mayonnaise

Written By: Ben Anshutz and Connor Ferguson

She lost her virginity at the end of freshman year
And nobody knew but me, they didn’t know that I could hear
I could hear it all through the thin dorm wall

I know I’m not the kinda guy that girls would call high school cool
I write my feelings in my journal before my mom takes me school
Oh no no what gives Roger the right to fuck the girls I like?

Passed her a note in class said “Do you like me?”
Told her to circle one said “Yes No Maybe”
She showed it to everyone now I’m the laughing stock of Bluffington
And even my sister Judy knows

She lost her virginity at the end of freshman year
And nobody knew but me, they didn’t know that I could hear
I could hear it all through the thin dorm wall

Passed her a note in class said “Do you like me?”
Told her to circle one said “Yes No Maybe”
She showed it to everyone now I’m the laughing stock of Bluffington
And even my sister Judy knows

Karma Kid

Written By: Ben Anshutz

Well I’ve been asked so many times before
How I keep my troubles from knockin’ down the door
Well it’s a care-free state of mind
And I will show you how if you give me the time

It’s an old school kind of philosophy
I just do what I want the world to do back to me
It’s as simple as the light of day
Come on be a karma kid with me and let the music take you away

If you think you can get down
With paying it forward and getting it back around
Well then my friend you’re in good company
come on sanctify your soul and be a karma kid with me

oh oh oh it’s a cycle of love
that I bet you
only thought existed in imagation
it’s just so easy man it’ll get you by
that supernatural high

It’s an old school kind of philosophy
I just do what I want the world to do back to me
It’s as simple as the light of day
Come on be a karma kid with me and let the music take you away

If you think you can get down
With paying it forward and getting it back around
Well then my friend you’re in good company
come on sanctify your soul and be a karma kid with me

Discography

Wolves in Cheap Clothing- EP. Released 3.15.10

Set List

I'm Out
Ms. Practice
Baby, Can You Disco?
Cameo
Sniper Scope
Generation Whatever
Heartache with a Side of Mayonnaise
(Sittin' On) The Dock of the Bay
Karma Kid