Dr Massimiliano Adelmo "Mass" Giorgini (born 1968) is an Italian-American bassist and record producer, who rose to fame when several of the bands he produced experienced huge gains in popularity during the pop-punk boom on the mid-90's. Among these bands was Giorgini's own Squirtgun, which received minor MTV rotation and several soundtrack appearances in major films in the 1990s. Mass Giorgini is also the son of renowned Italian artist Aldo Giorgini.
Giorgini has played bass guitar, alto and tenor saxophones, and sung backing vocals for a number of punk rock bands including Screeching Weasel, Common Rider, Squirtgun, Rattail Grenadier, The Mopes, Torture the Artist,and Sweet Black And Blue.
As a composer, Giorgini has written songs primarily for his band Squirtgun, but in addition has lent writing assistance to several bands he has produced. His songwriting work also appears in the films Mallrats (Gramercy Pictures) and Bubble Boy (Disney).
As a producer, he has worked in conjunction with leading punk rock figures such as Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day and Kris Roe of the Ataris, and produced music by bands such as Rise Against, Anti-Flag, and Alkaline Trio. Since 1990, he has owned and operated Sonic Iguana Studios in Lafayette, Indiana. He has been involved in creating the recordings of many bands (sometimes recording, mixing, mastering, and producing). His production work has taken him all over the globe, including production stints in Australia, Spain, Canada, and the Cayman Islands, as well as in numerous states of the United States.
Dear Miss Mary-Jane,
They say I wanna be like you
They say I even sound like you
Do you believe them too?
Dear Miss Mary-Jane,
When they talk about your life
Oh they can’t help but find
How it compares to mine
No fear no guilt no shame
Don’t give a shit about the names
Yeah, I can relate and I know that it’s my fate
Dear Miss Mary-Jane
Don’t you hurt sometimes?
Do you lay down at night
Intending not to rise?
Oh, when you cry
Do you hide your eyes
Just so you can see right through their eyes
Miss Mary-Jane
Dear Miss Mary-Jane
Was it hard to be your self
When you had to be someone else
In a world that helps it’s self
And their talking, talking
Like they think that they know the truth
They’re so right they’ve got the proof
Oh, and they’re coming down on you
And they say you felt the shame
When the papers all named names
But they don’t know a thing
Why can’t they just let you sing
Dear Miss Mary-Jane
Don’t you hurt sometimes?
Do you lay down at night
Intending not to rise?
Oh, when you cry
Do you hide your eyes
Just so you can see right through their eyes