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.