Winter Pick

by Justin Bernasconi

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Justin Bernasconi is a rarity among guitarists and songwriters. Straddling styles and sounds from the Delta Blues, Appalachian Bluegrass, English Folk and all stops in between, his highly original tunes, are infused with exciting and soulful guitar playing.

Raised in the small Cambridgeshire village of Warboys - famed for witches and WW2 Lancaster Bombers - Bernasconi was never short of a story to tell.

In 2014, he released his solo debut album ‘Winter Pick’, demonstrating his love of British and American folk guitar styles, and featuring stories from his childhood in Cambridgeshire. Produced by ARIA award-winning Jeff Lang, the album was described by Australian Guitar Magazine as “a dexterous display of picking that does a stellar job of treading the fine line between guitar showboating and tasteful melodies”.

‘Winter Pick’ received glowing reviews in many Australian publications, including: The Australian, The Australian Guitar Magazine, The Sydney Morning Herald, and overseas magazines: R2 Magazine (UK), Guitar Techniques (UK), fRoots, and Maverick (UK).

Tracks from the album were widely played on AMRAP, ABC network, BBC regional and national radio programs, and the title track was used on the Australian cinematic release, ‘Wide Open Skies’.


released May 2, 2014

Produced by Jeff Lang at Enclave Recording Facility, Melbourne.

Features performances from: Jeff Lang; Ben Franz on Double Bass (The Waifs, The Stillsons); Pete Fidler on Dobro; Samuel Boon (Saskwatch): Alex Burkoy on Violin (Tinpan Orange); Cat Canteri; Les Thomas: Megan Bernard, and Hat Fitz on vocals.

Mixed by Jeff Lang, Colin Wynn, and Justin Bernasconi at 30 Mill, mastered by Tony Mantz at Deluxe Mastering, Melbourne.



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Winter Pick is Bernasconi’s highly regarded debut solo LP, produced by Jeff Lang.

"Justifies his position as one of this country's most interesting acoustic guitar talents" Australian Guitar Mag

"Displaying wonderful dexterity on blues and ragtime originals"
R2 (Rock N Reel) UK ****

"Informal, yet masterful... Rippling guitar work" Sydney Morning Herald 2014

"A player's record" Americana UK
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Track Name: Ram's Eye
Ram and bull fighting
Under the Eastland sky,
Ram won, bull lost,
Town’s called ‘Ram’s Eye’.

School bus pumping
Fumes out in the rain.
Watch my breath misting up
The windowpane.

The rubble of the Abbey,
Built in 1000 AD,
Survived 500 years til
Henry took it away.

School kids laughing,
Passing through its Gate.
Don’t you know, Cromwell family
Stole its stone and clay?

Swans from Welney flying in the
Sky, they don’t have to go to
School or watch my lessons die.
I’m the crazy old digger, who sings out:
Watch out ‘Ram’s Eye’!
The story of ‘Ram’s Eye’.

Ram and bull fighting,
Dyson is my name.
Teacher of history, pupils
Stake their claim.

Market town’s an island,
Gatehouse has a wall.
Disease, war and famine,
Kids we’ve had it all.

Can you see me shaking?
Shell shocked from war.
Kids yell out ‘Bomb!’ to
Watch me hit the floor.

How will you see me
Now I’m just a ghost?
Like the Abbey Hebrew library
That we once could boast.

Swans from Welney flying in the
Sky, they don’t have to go to
School or watch my lessons die.
I’m the gentle old digger, that shouts out
Watch out ‘Ram’s Eye’!
The story of ‘Ram’s Eye’…
Track Name: In My School We Read The Psalms
In my school we read the psalms,
Thank God for our lucky charms…
Teacher sitting in the wing,
Watch us in the boxing ring. I say:
Hey sir, wanna know the truth?
You try and take my eye, and I’ll
Take your fucking tooth.

Danny worked with his old man,
Always had a broom in his hand.
Winter got mighty cold,
Working on a manifold, he’d say:
Hey dad, you wanna to steal my youth?
Gimme me my blessing, coz
I’m leaving here real soon.

We move while we all live,
We’re woven like a spider web,
She pulls me, it makes a knot,
She’ll take everything I got. I say:
Hey, lover of forbidden fruit, you
Try to blind my heart, and I’ll
Take your fucking sweet tooth.

Failure in the family home,
Leaves old folks on their own.
I’m locked up in jail.
I won’t go for bail, and I say
Hey mum, you wanna know the truth?
Try to be kind, and say there ain’t no proof.
Hey dad, you know the truth?
You tried to make me strong, bullet proof.
Hey God, you wanna know truth?
I tried to take your eye, now
Take my fucking tooth.