Almost one year

It is coming up on one year since I moved to NYC with my brothers in the 2AM CLUB, and a crispy fresh recording contract with RCA. The year has been everything, it has been a trying time of mental anguish and a time of highs that i have never imagined (and these are not the drug induced kind, though there were some of those) We have created a record, a work of art that will be heard as long as people want to hear it. We toiled together in a studio (a few studios) fought with each other, ate a lot of thai food, dealt with the rain sleet and snow and made what is in my opinion a great album. It is not a perfect album, i can listen to it and pick apart things i did, wish that performances were a little different here of there, but there is a feeling of satisfaction. I don't think any band will ever tell you they did everything they wanted to a T on a record. There is always compromise, not just within the band but with the producers and A&R, with your management. At this level the music is about more then your own exact vision, it is about molding your vision in a way that the masses will love. That sentence is something that would have made my stomach turn just one year ago, but now i take pride in it. I write music with my band for people to get down to, people to dance to, make love to, cry to, be people to. That is the beauty in the compromise, since there are six of us it is as if we become a cross-section of the masses...when we are all on the same page musically we are making songs that people will love. Each of us individually could be doing different things with music, but we choose this because at the end of the day we all share that love of sharing, that love of performing for people. As the record gets mastered and set up by our record company we will be touring the states bringing the energy of our live show to all that will have it. I have never been so excited scared and stressed about anything...i hope you are there to experience it with us.

love and peace,

Marc

2AM CLUB

A Poem By a Friend

Outta Sight

New York Poem

by Wiggidy-Wilkes

Suits black, skirts short -New York!!!- men and ladies lean and leaning.

Madmen running, scooting, chewing -gum- and laughing loudly, proudly. Dowries! Dandy honeys high-heeled, clickity-clacking, smelling flowery.

My, my! Fly whips, loose hips, tight lips, light trips.

Clubbing, drunken bumbling, shoulder drubbing. Couples rubbing, touching, tonguing and the chubbies lonely, wond'ring.

Yelling, telling, fingers wagging, screeching, singing, make-believing. Fleeing, fleeing, always fleeing, thinking might just bring the dreaming, screaming with those spinning feelings.

Crowds -boys- loud noise, thumping. Booming bass ballooning. Crooning died with "tunes" and "boonies."

Now electro,Wayne and West flow, hot one week BUT GONE THE NEXT THO'.

Where do you go, on a Saturday night? Outta sight, heading for the Gates of Eden,

Fear and Loathing all aloning.

PIANOS SHOW

My folks,

First NYC show this coming Friday at Pianos.  We are sooooo excited, it's been like 4 months since we played. Online tickets sold out in the first two days (big shit for us) but there will be 50 extra tix at the door so everyone come if you're in town.  Check the flyer below for all the specifics.

Also check out the link to the facebook invite.  

late night

just because i haven't done this in a while, and i'm bored.

i had a lot of meetings today and have a bunch tomorrow, everything is as it should be. Record deals being completed, tension, inspiration, me and my band mates having mutual respect and short fuses for each other. It seems like it's up to you whether you walk around content and engaged with your world, or isolated and distraught. I tend to walk the line in between, occasionally slipping to one side of the other for a few hours, never days. A good nights sleep can cure almost anything, a fever or a depression, a heartbreak or a headache....i need a few more to become a real person again....i could stop blogging at 3am. Anyways, the dreams are becoming realities and the realities are starting to feel like dreams.
fuck it

i love everything
one

P.S. "Do you feel me" anothony hamilton is my favorite song right now.

Love Poem

UNREAL MACHINES

I am a creature of another machine.
when i dream, time stops.
and i don't know when I'm sleeping

but i'm sure my love for you is real

some added dimension is created when i stare at you
some potion that allows me to feel in a way i have no way of knowing
yet in a way becomes the only thing i know

i'm not for certain that you are real
but my love can never be in question
i is a feeling that is indescribable yet so obvious
so unknown but so powerful

when you run across my mind

i die a thousand times
and am born a thousand more.


and you <> time.

Single Mother's Day

Just finished watching obama give a fathers day speech ata church in south side chicago. I have to say, he is really fucking good at what he's doing. It's really interesting watching a politician be good, in some ways it tells you that he is good at deceiving but in Barak's case i feel a truth permeate every political mask he must wear. Being at a black church he changed the his rap a little bit, he put a little more on god then he normally would have (maybe it's cause he was in a church.....i'm an idiot), he had a little more swagger, but it was real and really touching. Did you know more then half of all black children in this country are raised by a single parent, and that's double the number from the 70's. It really made me think about the kids i grew up with, who is where and how their home environment had an effect on there lives. Sometimes i like to say that people raised by single mothers are stronger, and in a way they are, but looking at my troops.....it's a sad story. I was talking to my mom the other day about how i have two sets of friends. One set is amazingly talented but never accomplishing anything, one is somewhat talented and graduating college moving to new york and working on wall street........you can guess which set was raised without a dad. Every single one, all my friends who sell drugs, are in and out a jail, fight, they were all raised in single parent homes. Makes me think.

peace
marc

First Meeting with Record folk

Had a meeting today with Myspace Records....was very good. They basically want to offer us a deal we can't do (lawyer wont let us) but just being there was dope. It felt normal, something we should be doing. Tomorrow it's atlantic, lets get this deal soon so we can move out of the cockroach den.
I love everyone.