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When Chris Root was still in his mom Tootie’s womb, she used to put her belly against the speakers while Sergio Mendes Brasil 65 was cued up on the turntable. At about the same time a couple thousand miles around the world, little Juju Stulbach was playing in the sand on the beach at Ipanema dreaming of the bright lights of New York City. Split the difference and imagine a synthetic beach on the outskirts of some Disney satellite compound, where the baby outlaw Jon Marshall Smith was exiled to his bedroom as a punishment for hotwiring the Wurlitzer at the First Church of the Divine Grace to produce the most unholy of sounds.

Cut to the lower east side of Manhattan, 2002. Chris Root, now the leader of NYC’s chart coming am60, takes a short break from touring and stops in on the set of a friend who was shooting a film that Chris was scoring a few tracks for. Suddenly Root is stopped in those same tracks as he hears a haunted samba being hummed by our Brasilian beach baby Juju Stulbach, all grown up now and waiting for her closeup. The two spotted each other across the room and both had an itch that something was bound to happen between them.

Even an expired visa couldn’t keep the two of them apart. Juju was called back to Brasil and Chris was called to Juju. Root packed his guitar, a rucksack of gear and met Juju on the beach in Ipanema. In a makeshift studio shack just a few sandy footsteps from the lolling tides of the Ipanema surf they recorded the first tracks for what would become the love child of the Sergio Mendes and Chris’s mom Tootie’s experiment with amniotic, Bossa Nova lullabies.

After an unfortunate run-in with the Brasilian Policia involving some uncontrollable substances, Chris and Juju were torn apart. Root fled the country without a finished mix.

Enter the outlaw Jon Marshall Smith, now famed East Village keyboard Svengali. While Smith was taking a bourbon break from a studio session he banged into a sunburned Root still itching with sand in his pants and tracks in his hands from Ipanema. Root spun his dilemma and the two arranged a midnight session to add the magical organ sounds that would become the final step in the sonic metamorphosis. So pick up your nearest conch shell, because you just might hear the unstoppable, international humming buzz of sonic destiny that is the Mosquitos.

Mosquitos: JuJu Stulbach, Jon Marshall Smith and Chris Root.