The Tundra Toes
In It to Win It!
Recorded and Mixed by David Zacharkiw
Park School of Communications, Nut Swamp Studios and The Beard House: Ithaca, NY
Recorded March-September 2008
Additional Mixing and Mastering by Royce Jeffres
Clinton Recording Studios, New York, NY
The Tundra Toes are:
Stephen Burton – bass
Brendan Casey – drums
Nathan Hodge – keyboard, vocals, guitar, percussion
CJ Knowles – vocals, guitar, saw, percussion
Reece Lazarus – saxophone, percussion
David Zacharkiw – guitar
Additional Contributors:
Isabelle Cutting - Cello [2, 8, 11]
Mike Grippi - Vocals [1, 2, 5, 9]
Pat Haggerty - Drums [9]
Stephanie Jenkins - Banjo [5, 7]
Scott Kellerhouse - Vocals [9]
Nate Marshall - Harmonica [6]
Lindsey Nadolski - Vocals [5, 7, 11]
Rosie Newton - Violin [2, 5]
Alex Rosenblatt - Guitar [9]
Aaron Terkel - Tuba [2], Rhodes [3]
Elysse Thebner - Vocals [11]
Evan D. Williams - Pedal Steel [1, 2]
We owe many people many thanks:
To our families for years of Capri Sun and unconditional support; to our friends for braving our projectile ceramics and pent up aggressions; to the Salvation Army for supplying the aforementioned ceramics; to Bob Proehl and No Radio Records for never failing us and always welcoming us; to Tony Kent and The Haunt for your push brooms and good spirits; to Mal + dudes at 201 West King for footing our electricity bill and being damn good people in general; to the Ithaca Beer Company for lowering our inhibitions; to the 1998 NBA All-Star team; to the dudes of the Beard House for your tolerance and juicer; to Brooks Binau for signing out a $5000 mic so we could smash a dinner set in front of it; to Royce Jeffres for your studio sorcery; to Heather Knowles for this sleek little website; to our compatriates and co-conspirators in Stanley & the Livingstons, Caution Children, Dandy Little Lions, Machine Gun Joe, Walter Crunk-ite & the Booty Patrol, The Pearly Snaps, Nate & Kate, Seth Feldman, The Evan D. Williams Band, Ghost in My Basement, Father Son and The Schlitzes; to the Casey family; to Willie Jacobson; to all of the wonderful people who have packed our shows to the sweaty brim, who have jumped, sang, danced, screamed and smiled, to those who have found the aggressively joyous equilibrium that we have over these many months, who know how to make a party from a parched throat and a dance from dehydration:
