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GOVERNOR’S SQUARE (2017)


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GOVERNOR’S SQUARE (2017)


  • 1. DUST


    my mother came to my bedroom, parted the curtains at first light
    i turned away under covers, shouted invectives
    GOOD GOD WHY
    she said: my son, you know why
    she said: my son, the dust also awaits us
    any day could be the day you die
    and i just thought, well ain’t that something morbid?
    to go each day, expecting it all ending
    but went along
    i went along
    my father took to the study, guzzled his coffee as he aged
    i saw him sleep in the parlor
    work every hour in a daze
    he said: my son, you know why
    he said: my son, the dust also awaits us
    any day could be the day you die
    i left for school
    traversed a lonely ocean
    i watched my friends
    i monitored their motions
    i came of age
    i asked the aged and wealthy, they couldn’t tell me where you’d gone
    i held the bars of the manor, hoping to get some sense of home
    and said: good god, I know why
    I said: good god, I know why
    I said: good god, the dust also awaits us, any day could be the day we die


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 2. WIND THE CLOCK


    when I was young, a boy of ten
    while at my father’s side
    I learned to travel time
    my eager mind was his to bend
    we worked until the dawn
    i dreamt amongst his dark devices
    I wound the clock
    I sealed the door
    I sent my father back for more
    the sharpened crack
    the smoldering air
    his young assistant pries his red and bleary eyes
    not gone for long, but gone for good
    i wait to hear him speak
    he talks to me in tones advanced
    I wound the clock
    I knew the score
    I sent my father back for more


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 3. BEFORE IPING


    I knew him well
    long before trials and tribulations
    long before hurt and accusations
    he’d traveled miles…
    I took him in
    Said there was room to spare
    Lit a fire, fed him pie, and tried to find meaning behind his stare
    r
    ecalled our time in the Governor’s Square and said,
    “I’ve seen the curve of your cheek,
    so what’s the use, hiding beneath
    your spectacles blue in the light
    I know your skin and you know mine.”
    day after day
    I’d find him occupied
    mumbling, grumbling, fumbling, over lost fragments of his mind,
    and when he failed to work through the night
    I’d wrap him up in my arms
    trying to calm the steady alarm said,
    “If anyone can bear the weight,
    I trust in us. I trust in fate.”
    “This is not your weight to bear,
    I’m just a ghost of a man that you cared for,”
    he gathered his things in a blur,
    and as he left I heard him curse
    The gods and viles and the bottles in his case
    the powders, the tonics, the code he couldn’t break
    I closed my eyes and imagined his face
    a distant arrangement of textures and shapes.
    I heard him go. The floor creaked and
    I was alone.
    His speech was soft and morose.
    A still silhouette of a hat and a cloak.
    I clung to the warmth of the bed.
    Uncertain of whether it was all in my head.
    Sometimes I wish he was here. but for all I know…


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Ellen Winter & Chris Littler
  • 4. PERFECT TIME


    So
    What did i see
    In the machine
    In twelve years time?
    I was upset
    We were estranged
    And some fault was mine
    Had to speak my mind
    At the perfect time
    Now
    Presently placed
    I can erase
    i can hit undo
    I can reset
    I can restore
    Make the world anew
    I can reset time
    Take us back to fine
    With a well placed line
    though i think there’s a force against me
    pushing back, like the timeline is sensing
    it’s so
    and every time that i straighten the record
    a new argument springs to life from the ether
    it’s so
    strange to me
    can it be that our fates are both sealed?
    that the power you gave is a false one to wield
    and if so
    it affirms my fear
    whatever path i clear
    only buys us years
    so
    what can i do
    living now with truth
    time won’t yield or bend
    each moment we pass
    inches forward to the last
    resolutions end?
    maybe get on fine
    live in my own time
    celebrate what’s mine


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 5. LITTLE WARS


    [No lyrics.]
    Music by Chamber Band
  • 6. RIGID MATH


    My father rang for me when he was feeling low
    Awash in lantern light
    Obsessing in its glow
    I played my part
    And gave him faith in his own path
    But saw the hell it wreaks
    This world of rigid math
    And at the time, couldn’t hope to understand
    What consumed my old man
    I watched the flick of the plume in his hand
    As be pursued
    Some master plan
    As he pursued
    some kind of ancient key
    Unifying everything
    It all comes together
    Who could sleep?
    The answers nearer
    Crawl to his side
    And stare in the light
    I must have faded then
    ‘Cause night turned into day
    I saw the lab transformed
    His work was brushed away
    I grabbed my coat
    and went upstairs to draw a bath
    and tried to think of anything but rigid math
    and in time
    lost the urgency to prove
    the endless proofs consuming you
    and found a way to digest and understand:
    i hate the math
    but love the man


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 7. GOVERNOR’S SQUARE


    he kept a lock from the millionaire inside his coat pocket,
    inside an old tin
    i turned it over and pulled out a hair and begged for forgiveness,
    but I had to ask why he couldn’t say,
    not to his only son
    was perhaps some day he’d have the need to grow one of his own
    He jarred the fingers of a known local thief
    we studied those prints and the joints underneath
    he bought me tobacco and an elixir to heat
    told the green grocer’s brother to get far more sleep
    but he couldn’t say, not to his only son
    was it’s a bad day, when he couldn’t keep with the seeds he had sewn
    i took the ferry from Governor’s Square
    bought a book on the landing and bottled the air
    and stared at the city from a terrible height
    watched the water grow dim and the gas lanterns light
    it was just then, me looking down on the city below
    i was with him and i felt the need to grow one of my own


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 8. IN IPING


    I pack my bag
    ring my brother
    tell him i’ll be home tonight
    board the train ten after two
    take a seat
    pull out the paper
    from the suitcase at my feet
    and read a strange report
    from Iping
    sources say chaos and bloodshed erupted in the streets of Iping
    even the witnesses question the truth that they’re telling in Iping
    they don’t mention a name but i fear for your life
    I take a cab
    make conversation
    collect my luggage, rap the door
    arrange my face to hide the fear
    distant thought
    ever-nagging
    echoes in my worried mind
    If only I’d been there in
    Iping
    perched at the foot of your bed talking you through the crisis in Iping
    would anybody be dead if you’d told me you were bound for iping?
    I cannot say it with certainty, but I know..
    It’s simply an article, I should let it go


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 9. THE MAN AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS


    once i woke in the dark
    double beat in my heart
    and i called for my mother
    she came and she gathered me up in her arms
    laughed it off — as i cried
    wiped the tear from my eye
    told me child that the sounds up in the attic
    are far from only sounds in your mind
    there’s a man at the top of the stairs
    so you stay on the landing
    it might seem like you’ve seen him before but
    that’s a misunderstanding
    things change
    and people seem to lose all reasoning
    but you’re safe
    trust that i’ll protect you
    and if you see the man call for me
    i’ll be there
    comforting
    don’t be scared
    mothers here
    don’t be scared
    Call for me
    Ill be there
    Mothers here

     


    Music by Chamber Band
    Original song by Kelly Tieger
    Lyric by Kelly Tieger & Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 1o. MISTER MARVEL


    [no lyric]
    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 11. THE END, FIRSTHAND


    i’ve seen the end firsthand
    and can say with certainty the year that we’ll be making our last stand
    and it’s sooner than you think
    but feels farther in my mind
    though the moment we collapse is on a permanent rewind
    and after that it’s space
    and silence in our stead
    and there’s no one left but me to estimate the tally of the dead
    and estimate i have
    back in my own time
    and i feel a tiny shiver when that number comes into my mind


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter

GOVERNOR’S SQUARE (2017)


  • 1. DUST


    my mother came to my bedroom, parted the curtains at first light
    i turned away under covers, shouted invectives
    GOOD GOD WHY
    she said: my son, you know why
    she said: my son, the dust also awaits us
    any day could be the day you die
    and i just thought, well ain’t that something morbid?
    to go each day, expecting it all ending
    but went along
    i went along
    my father took to the study, guzzled his coffee as he aged
    i saw him sleep in the parlor
    work every hour in a daze
    he said: my son, you know why
    he said: my son, the dust also awaits us
    any day could be the day you die
    i left for school
    traversed a lonely ocean
    i watched my friends
    i monitored their motions
    i came of age
    i asked the aged and wealthy, they couldn’t tell me where you’d gone
    i held the bars of the manor, hoping to get some sense of home
    and said: good god, I know why
    I said: good god, I know why
    I said: good god, the dust also awaits us, any day could be the day we die


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 2. WIND THE CLOCK


    when I was young, a boy of ten
    while at my father’s side
    I learned to travel time
    my eager mind was his to bend
    we worked until the dawn
    i dreamt amongst his dark devices
    I wound the clock
    I sealed the door
    I sent my father back for more
    the sharpened crack
    the smoldering air
    his young assistant pries his red and bleary eyes
    not gone for long, but gone for good
    i wait to hear him speak
    he talks to me in tones advanced
    I wound the clock
    I knew the score
    I sent my father back for more


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 3. BEFORE IPING


    I knew him well
    long before trials and tribulations
    long before hurt and accusations
    he’d traveled miles…
    I took him in
    Said there was room to spare
    Lit a fire, fed him pie, and tried to find meaning behind his stare
    r
    ecalled our time in the Governor’s Square and said,
    “I’ve seen the curve of your cheek,
    so what’s the use, hiding beneath
    your spectacles blue in the light
    I know your skin and you know mine.”
    day after day
    I’d find him occupied
    mumbling, grumbling, fumbling, over lost fragments of his mind,
    and when he failed to work through the night
    I’d wrap him up in my arms
    trying to calm the steady alarm said,
    “If anyone can bear the weight,
    I trust in us. I trust in fate.”
    “This is not your weight to bear,
    I’m just a ghost of a man that you cared for,”
    he gathered his things in a blur,
    and as he left I heard him curse
    The gods and viles and the bottles in his case
    the powders, the tonics, the code he couldn’t break
    I closed my eyes and imagined his face
    a distant arrangement of textures and shapes.
    I heard him go. The floor creaked and
    I was alone.
    His speech was soft and morose.
    A still silhouette of a hat and a cloak.
    I clung to the warmth of the bed.
    Uncertain of whether it was all in my head.
    Sometimes I wish he was here. but for all I know…


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Ellen Winter & Chris Littler
  • 4. PERFECT TIME


    So
    What did i see
    In the machine
    In twelve years time?
    I was upset
    We were estranged
    And some fault was mine
    Had to speak my mind
    At the perfect time
    Now
    Presently placed
    I can erase
    i can hit undo
    I can reset
    I can restore
    Make the world anew
    I can reset time
    Take us back to fine
    With a well placed line
    though i think there’s a force against me
    pushing back, like the timeline is sensing
    it’s so
    and every time that i straighten the record
    a new argument springs to life from the ether
    it’s so
    strange to me
    can it be that our fates are both sealed?
    that the power you gave is a false one to wield
    and if so
    it affirms my fear
    whatever path i clear
    only buys us years
    so
    what can i do
    living now with truth
    time won’t yield or bend
    each moment we pass
    inches forward to the last
    resolutions end?
    maybe get on fine
    live in my own time
    celebrate what’s mine


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 5. LITTLE WARS


    [No lyrics.]
    Music by Chamber Band
  • 6. RIGID MATH


    My father rang for me when he was feeling low
    Awash in lantern light
    Obsessing in its glow
    I played my part
    And gave him faith in his own path
    But saw the hell it wreaks
    This world of rigid math
    And at the time, couldn’t hope to understand
    What consumed my old man
    I watched the flick of the plume in his hand
    As be pursued
    Some master plan
    As he pursued
    some kind of ancient key
    Unifying everything
    It all comes together
    Who could sleep?
    The answers nearer
    Crawl to his side
    And stare in the light
    I must have faded then
    ‘Cause night turned into day
    I saw the lab transformed
    His work was brushed away
    I grabbed my coat
    and went upstairs to draw a bath
    and tried to think of anything but rigid math
    and in time
    lost the urgency to prove
    the endless proofs consuming you
    and found a way to digest and understand:
    i hate the math
    but love the man


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 7. GOVERNOR’S SQUARE


    he kept a lock from the millionaire inside his coat pocket,
    inside an old tin
    i turned it over and pulled out a hair and begged for forgiveness,
    but I had to ask why he couldn’t say,
    not to his only son
    was perhaps some day he’d have the need to grow one of his own
    He jarred the fingers of a known local thief
    we studied those prints and the joints underneath
    he bought me tobacco and an elixir to heat
    told the green grocer’s brother to get far more sleep
    but he couldn’t say, not to his only son
    was it’s a bad day, when he couldn’t keep with the seeds he had sewn
    i took the ferry from Governor’s Square
    bought a book on the landing and bottled the air
    and stared at the city from a terrible height
    watched the water grow dim and the gas lanterns light
    it was just then, me looking down on the city below
    i was with him and i felt the need to grow one of my own


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 8. IN IPING


    I pack my bag
    ring my brother
    tell him i’ll be home tonight
    board the train ten after two
    take a seat
    pull out the paper
    from the suitcase at my feet
    and read a strange report
    from Iping
    sources say chaos and bloodshed erupted in the streets of Iping
    even the witnesses question the truth that they’re telling in Iping
    they don’t mention a name but i fear for your life
    I take a cab
    make conversation
    collect my luggage, rap the door
    arrange my face to hide the fear
    distant thought
    ever-nagging
    echoes in my worried mind
    If only I’d been there in
    Iping
    perched at the foot of your bed talking you through the crisis in Iping
    would anybody be dead if you’d told me you were bound for iping?
    I cannot say it with certainty, but I know..
    It’s simply an article, I should let it go


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 9. THE MAN AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS


    once i woke in the dark
    double beat in my heart
    and i called for my mother
    she came and she gathered me up in her arms
    laughed it off — as i cried
    wiped the tear from my eye
    told me child that the sounds up in the attic
    are far from only sounds in your mind
    there’s a man at the top of the stairs
    so you stay on the landing
    it might seem like you’ve seen him before but
    that’s a misunderstanding
    things change
    and people seem to lose all reasoning
    but you’re safe
    trust that i’ll protect you
    and if you see the man call for me
    i’ll be there
    comforting
    don’t be scared
    mothers here
    don’t be scared
    Call for me
    Ill be there
    Mothers here

     


    Music by Chamber Band
    Original song by Kelly Tieger
    Lyric by Kelly Tieger & Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 1o. MISTER MARVEL


    [no lyric]
    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 11. THE END, FIRSTHAND


    i’ve seen the end firsthand
    and can say with certainty the year that we’ll be making our last stand
    and it’s sooner than you think
    but feels farther in my mind
    though the moment we collapse is on a permanent rewind
    and after that it’s space
    and silence in our stead
    and there’s no one left but me to estimate the tally of the dead
    and estimate i have
    back in my own time
    and i feel a tiny shiver when that number comes into my mind


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter

GOVERNOR’S SQUARE (2017)


  • 1. DUST


    my mother came to my bedroom, parted the curtains at first light
    i turned away under covers, shouted invectives
    GOOD GOD WHY
    she said: my son, you know why
    she said: my son, the dust also awaits us
    any day could be the day you die
    and i just thought, well ain’t that something morbid?
    to go each day, expecting it all ending
    but went along
    i went along
    my father took to the study, guzzled his coffee as he aged
    i saw him sleep in the parlor
    work every hour in a daze
    he said: my son, you know why
    he said: my son, the dust also awaits us
    any day could be the day you die
    i left for school
    traversed a lonely ocean
    i watched my friends
    i monitored their motions
    i came of age
    i asked the aged and wealthy, they couldn’t tell me where you’d gone
    i held the bars of the manor, hoping to get some sense of home
    and said: good god, I know why
    I said: good god, I know why
    I said: good god, the dust also awaits us, any day could be the day we die


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 2. WIND THE CLOCK


    when I was young, a boy of ten
    while at my father’s side
    I learned to travel time
    my eager mind was his to bend
    we worked until the dawn
    i dreamt amongst his dark devices
    I wound the clock
    I sealed the door
    I sent my father back for more
    the sharpened crack
    the smoldering air
    his young assistant pries his red and bleary eyes
    not gone for long, but gone for good
    i wait to hear him speak
    he talks to me in tones advanced
    I wound the clock
    I knew the score
    I sent my father back for more


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 3. BEFORE IPING


    I knew him well
    long before trials and tribulations
    long before hurt and accusations
    he’d traveled miles…
    I took him in
    Said there was room to spare
    Lit a fire, fed him pie, and tried to find meaning behind his stare
    r
    ecalled our time in the Governor’s Square and said,
    “I’ve seen the curve of your cheek,
    so what’s the use, hiding beneath
    your spectacles blue in the light
    I know your skin and you know mine.”
    day after day
    I’d find him occupied
    mumbling, grumbling, fumbling, over lost fragments of his mind,
    and when he failed to work through the night
    I’d wrap him up in my arms
    trying to calm the steady alarm said,
    “If anyone can bear the weight,
    I trust in us. I trust in fate.”
    “This is not your weight to bear,
    I’m just a ghost of a man that you cared for,”
    he gathered his things in a blur,
    and as he left I heard him curse
    The gods and viles and the bottles in his case
    the powders, the tonics, the code he couldn’t break
    I closed my eyes and imagined his face
    a distant arrangement of textures and shapes.
    I heard him go. The floor creaked and
    I was alone.
    His speech was soft and morose.
    A still silhouette of a hat and a cloak.
    I clung to the warmth of the bed.
    Uncertain of whether it was all in my head.
    Sometimes I wish he was here. but for all I know…


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Ellen Winter & Chris Littler
  • 4. PERFECT TIME


    So
    What did i see
    In the machine
    In twelve years time?
    I was upset
    We were estranged
    And some fault was mine
    Had to speak my mind
    At the perfect time
    Now
    Presently placed
    I can erase
    i can hit undo
    I can reset
    I can restore
    Make the world anew
    I can reset time
    Take us back to fine
    With a well placed line
    though i think there’s a force against me
    pushing back, like the timeline is sensing
    it’s so
    and every time that i straighten the record
    a new argument springs to life from the ether
    it’s so
    strange to me
    can it be that our fates are both sealed?
    that the power you gave is a false one to wield
    and if so
    it affirms my fear
    whatever path i clear
    only buys us years
    so
    what can i do
    living now with truth
    time won’t yield or bend
    each moment we pass
    inches forward to the last
    resolutions end?
    maybe get on fine
    live in my own time
    celebrate what’s mine


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 5. LITTLE WARS


    [No lyrics.]
    Music by Chamber Band
  • 6. RIGID MATH


    My father rang for me when he was feeling low
    Awash in lantern light
    Obsessing in its glow
    I played my part
    And gave him faith in his own path
    But saw the hell it wreaks
    This world of rigid math
    And at the time, couldn’t hope to understand
    What consumed my old man
    I watched the flick of the plume in his hand
    As be pursued
    Some master plan
    As he pursued
    some kind of ancient key
    Unifying everything
    It all comes together
    Who could sleep?
    The answers nearer
    Crawl to his side
    And stare in the light
    I must have faded then
    ‘Cause night turned into day
    I saw the lab transformed
    His work was brushed away
    I grabbed my coat
    and went upstairs to draw a bath
    and tried to think of anything but rigid math
    and in time
    lost the urgency to prove
    the endless proofs consuming you
    and found a way to digest and understand:
    i hate the math
    but love the man


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 7. GOVERNOR’S SQUARE


    he kept a lock from the millionaire inside his coat pocket,
    inside an old tin
    i turned it over and pulled out a hair and begged for forgiveness,
    but I had to ask why he couldn’t say,
    not to his only son
    was perhaps some day he’d have the need to grow one of his own
    He jarred the fingers of a known local thief
    we studied those prints and the joints underneath
    he bought me tobacco and an elixir to heat
    told the green grocer’s brother to get far more sleep
    but he couldn’t say, not to his only son
    was it’s a bad day, when he couldn’t keep with the seeds he had sewn
    i took the ferry from Governor’s Square
    bought a book on the landing and bottled the air
    and stared at the city from a terrible height
    watched the water grow dim and the gas lanterns light
    it was just then, me looking down on the city below
    i was with him and i felt the need to grow one of my own


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 8. IN IPING


    I pack my bag
    ring my brother
    tell him i’ll be home tonight
    board the train ten after two
    take a seat
    pull out the paper
    from the suitcase at my feet
    and read a strange report
    from Iping
    sources say chaos and bloodshed erupted in the streets of Iping
    even the witnesses question the truth that they’re telling in Iping
    they don’t mention a name but i fear for your life
    I take a cab
    make conversation
    collect my luggage, rap the door
    arrange my face to hide the fear
    distant thought
    ever-nagging
    echoes in my worried mind
    If only I’d been there in
    Iping
    perched at the foot of your bed talking you through the crisis in Iping
    would anybody be dead if you’d told me you were bound for iping?
    I cannot say it with certainty, but I know..
    It’s simply an article, I should let it go


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 9. THE MAN AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS


    once i woke in the dark
    double beat in my heart
    and i called for my mother
    she came and she gathered me up in her arms
    laughed it off — as i cried
    wiped the tear from my eye
    told me child that the sounds up in the attic
    are far from only sounds in your mind
    there’s a man at the top of the stairs
    so you stay on the landing
    it might seem like you’ve seen him before but
    that’s a misunderstanding
    things change
    and people seem to lose all reasoning
    but you’re safe
    trust that i’ll protect you
    and if you see the man call for me
    i’ll be there
    comforting
    don’t be scared
    mothers here
    don’t be scared
    Call for me
    Ill be there
    Mothers here

     


    Music by Chamber Band
    Original song by Kelly Tieger
    Lyric by Kelly Tieger & Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 1o. MISTER MARVEL


    [no lyric]
    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter
  • 11. THE END, FIRSTHAND


    i’ve seen the end firsthand
    and can say with certainty the year that we’ll be making our last stand
    and it’s sooner than you think
    but feels farther in my mind
    though the moment we collapse is on a permanent rewind
    and after that it’s space
    and silence in our stead
    and there’s no one left but me to estimate the tally of the dead
    and estimate i have
    back in my own time
    and i feel a tiny shiver when that number comes into my mind


    Music by Chamber Band
    Lyric by Chris Littler & Ellen Winter

UPCOMING SHOWS


Chamber Band is currently on recording hiatus until 2017.
Please reach out via booking e-mail below to book 2017 dates.

UPCOMING SHOWS

Please reach out via booking e-mail below to book 2017 dates.

Chamber Band is:

Anthony Cerretani (Bass and Beard)
Chris Littler (Guitar/Vocals/Lyrics)
Sam Monaco (Percussion)
Asarr (Guitar/Synth)
Ellen Winter (Piano/Vocals/Lyrics)

Booking Inquiries
booking [at] chamberband.com

Press Inquiries
press [at] chamberband.com

Purchase Official Merchandise at
www.chambermerch.com

Chamber Band is a self-funded musical project.

If you like what we’re doing, please consider supporting us by purchasing one of our albums via Bandcamp, or by buying us a single-origin locally sourced coffee.

ABOUT US


Chamber Band is
Anthony Cerretani (Bass and Beard)
Chris Littler (Guitar/Vocals/Lyrics)
Sam Monaco (Percussion)
Asarr (Guitar/Synth)
Ellen Winter (Piano/Vocals/Lyrics)


Booking Inquiries: booking [at] chamberband.com

Press Inquiries: press [at] chamberband.com

Purchase Official Merchandise at www.chambermerch.com


Chamber Band is a self-funded musical project.

If you like what we’re doing, please consider supporting us by purchasing one of our albums via Bandcamp, or by buying us a single-origin locally sourced coffee.