Mickey Ephrath, Mateen Ansary, Zane Chao, Kerem Efe
Mickey Ephrath, Lead Singer, Guitar Player, Songwriter and Recording Engineer for The Junkers - RIP1/7/2013 21yrs old

Mickey and The Junkers (2003-2006)

One of the first songs he wrote and recorded - around 13 years old - circa 2004 with The Junkers

Fix Me

One of the first songs Mickey wrote and recorded - - with The Junkers - circa 2003 - he was about 12 years old.

21st Century

Cover of the Flaming Lips 2001 song - recorded by The Junkers at around 2003 - - I like The Junkers version much better - - Mickey was about 12 when he recorded this song.

Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots (Cover)

One of the very first songs that Mickey wrote and produce - - the only other ones that I can think of from the very beginning are "What Do I Know; I'm Just a Boy",  "Martians stole my brains" and "What Do You Want Me Here For" - Unfortunately, I can find copies of either of these just now - - still hunting through old back-ups.  He was about 12 when he wrote and produced this with The Junkers.  Stay with it to the end to hear some great guitar offered up by Kerem.

Dime Song

Recorded with The Junkers and with The Elevators. Written by Mickey around 2005.

Stupid

The Junkers  circa 2003-2005. Mickey Ephrath, Mateen Ansary, Zane Chao, Kerem Efe. Mickey was Lead Singer, Guitar Player, Songwriter and Recording Engineer. He was about 14 when he wrote and produced this with The Junkers.  

Tangibility

Mickey (God-like) Leor (My Light) Ephrath - Born 3/28/91 - Died 1/7/2013 - In his short life, he read a lot of books, wrote a lot of poetry and music, produced a lot of great songs, made a lot of people happy, made some mad as hell, broke more than a few hearts, had a lot of friends, lost more than a few, loved deeply, lived fully, and always took the path that he chose.  He will be missed!  But, may his creativity and music live on.  

Knowing Mickey's feelings and thoughts about God, rather than traditional liturgy, our Rabbi read the following poem, written by Chaim Nachman Bialik, on the 7th and last day of Shiva with the family at his graveside. The poem was originally written in Hebrew.

After My Death by Chaim Nachman Bialik  

After My Death
Say this when you mourn for me:

There was a man - and look, he is no more.
He died before his time.
The music of his life suddenly stopped.
A pity! There was another song in him.
Now, it is lost.
Forever.

A great pity! 
He had a guitar,
a living, speaking soul
to which he uttered the secrets of his heart,
making all its strings vibrate,
save one he kept inviolate.
Back and forth his supple fingers danced,
one string alone remained entranced
still unheard.

A pity!
All its life that string quivered,
silently shook,
yearned for its song, its mate,
as a heart saddens before its fate.
Despite delay, it waited.
Mutely beseeching its saviour lover
who lingered, loitered, and did not come.

Great is the pain!
There was a man - and look, he is no more.
The music of his life suddenly stopped.
There was another song in him.
Now it is lost.
Forever.




Tangibility

Mickey Elevator