Laz Jazz At The Bistro

by Brothers Lazaroff

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Brothers Lazaroff celebrate the release of their album "Laz Jazz at the Bistro" recorded during their debut engagement at Jazz at The Bistro in the summer of 2016. While known for their genre-bending approach to Americana and Roots music, with this release Brothers Lazaroff take a deep dive into the Jazz idiom. Rearranging their original music, Brothers Lazaroff explore a wide range of Jazz styles. Swing, Bop, Avant-Gard, Dixieland, Second-Line, Experimental, Modern, and Contemporary all find their way into this project. Re-working the rhythmic approaches, augmenting the melodic and harmonic structures, reimagining the arrangements and stretching out the improvisations and solos help set Brothers Lazaroff's songwriting into a landscape that explores and honors a history of Jazz music. One cannot talk about Americana and Roots Music without raising up Jazz as an ultimate American art form and no groove-based Jam Band can approach jamming without knowledge of Jazz's magic codes and formulas.


released September 15, 2017

All Songs by Brothers Lazaroff
Produced by Brothers Lazaroff

Jeff Lazaroff - Vocals and Guitar
David Lazaroff - Guitar and Vocals
Grover Stewart - Drums
Teddy Brookins - Bass and Vocals
Nate Carpenter - Grand Piano, Electric Piano, Hammond Organ
Mark Hochberg - Violin and Sound Design
Adam Hucke - Trumpet and Flugelhorn
Ben Reece - Saxophone and Flute
Chris Hansen - Percussion
Justin Barksdale - Hammond Organ on “Union of the Soul”

Introduction by Bob Bennett - Artistic and Operations Director at Jazz St. Louis

Special thanks to Bob Bennett for the opportunity to reinterpret our catalog and Kerrie Schaefer for helping us get the sound right.

Recorded Live in St. Louis, MO at The Ferring Jazz Bistro in the Harold and Dorothy Steward Center (JazzSTL) by Paul Hennerich @ The Pan Galactic Company

Edited by Brothers lazaroff @ Room 18 Studios in St. Louis, MO

Mixed and Mastered by Jacob Detering @ Red Pill Entertainment in St. Louis, MO


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Track Name: Intro / Under The Tree
Sometimes I feel so defined, by what my ancestors said
Voices in the air, still hovering overhead
Telling me wrong from right, and not always so polite
They just wanna pick a fight
But I’d rather be sleeping

Cause I’ve read grand opinions, seen them posted on the wall
Written through clenched teeth, laced with fury and vitriol
Never taking into account, that words can be tantamount
To hearts being ripped out
And bodies bleeding

Can’t we just find our own quiet place under the tree

Two men stood side by side, smiling cordially
Proclaiming they’re still friends, although they disagree
But behind closed doors they wince, and neither is convinced
That intentions aren’t balanced
With something hiding

Freedom rides right at you, like trail ways to a mob
Although they may look the part, some ain’t up to the job
But locked arms stand and sing, when the clang of metal rings
Young women can grow wings
And take off flying

Track Name: No More Computations
Didn’t know where I was going, didn’t know where I’d been
Stumbling in the dark no vacant rooms at the inn
Made a bed in the stable with the horses, mules and hogs
Cold ground was my bed, my pillows were rocks and fresh cut logs

Until words drifted in from an unknown mouth
Maybe it was just some old phrase from the South
Conjures up a melody
Helps me to hear wind through the willow trees

But the wind drowns out the thoughts running through my head
Flushes out the rust and cobwebs
Patterns and pathways formed over the years
Illusions and confusions born from hopes and fears

And there’s geese in the park, amongst the ice and snow
Forging for food, before they hit the road
Instincts take those geese where they need to be
But my instincts, they don’t always speak quit so loudly

Cause all the facts I know just tear me down
Tie me up in knots like a prisoner bound
But I’ll fly the coop, join a geese formation
Take things as they come, no more computations
Track Name: Union Of The Soul
Union of the soul, so sweet to find
Why does it ever go, on down the line
When there’s nothing left but dreams the world will never know
You need a union of the soul

When you give up your youthful mind you leave all those thoughts behind
Feel you’re chasing time, trapped down in the mine
If it’s dark, damp, and cold, seems there’s nowhere to go
You need a union of the soul


When the bluebirds joyful call, you can’t hear at all
You lose your will to stand tall, feel so afraid you’ll fall
When fending off thoughts of regret is your only goal
You need a union of the soul


When the walls are closing in, in this world of sin
If you’re to try again, you’ll need the strength to begin
Cause like the farmer knows we reap what we sow
We need a union of the soul

Track Name: Dreams / New Orleans Will Be There
I spent the other night in an old hotel
The lobby manager, he was mad a hell
Trying to shoo away the vagrants, and keep the place clean
He was hollerin’ at the bellhop it was really quite a scene

But the park outside the lobby was no picnic either
A long white limo idled with no chauffer driver
Ladies talking in tongues, men selling all their wares
It smelled of something strange, and no one even cared

New Orleans will be there when the sun comes up
New Orleans will be there when the sun comes up
If your bounty runnith over, or you got an empty cup
New Orleans will be there when the sun comes up

Waitress came to my table at the corner café
Looked me up and down, but had nothing to say
I tried to order tea and toast, but the kitchen it was broke
I let out a little chuckle, but she said it ain’t no joke

So I hopped aboard a trolley just to head uptown
I knew the conductor back when he was an unemployed clown
Bells were ringing loud, people talking soft
The trolley came to a screeching halt, but nobody got off


Uptown on a street lined with Japanese Lilies
I went to go see my old pal Sticky Willie
When I got to his house, the front door was locked
I peeped in the side window and man I was shocked

So I found the hotel concierge, that jolly man
He made me swear I was a Jelly Roll Morton fan
He said I had to come back to see the lilies in bloom
I said I’ve had enough for one day please just show me to my room


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