Just when we were sticking two fingers up to the so called authorities and the wanna be's, poetic justice struck and we've been asked to support the Legends of Hip Hop, PUBLIC ENEMY on their UK Tour, which starts 21st May. SWEET.
Our dates are:
21st May: Bristol Carling Academy
24th May: The Junction Cambridge
28th May: Rock City - Nottingham
They'll also be at Brixton Academy, Manchester, Dublin & Glasgow, check out their personal website for more details.
Their legends and we're truly happy to be supporting them and that's thru the hard work of our own, just in case, our authorities, want to jump on the band wagon and all of a sudden feel their part of the MAXFIELD cause, cause their NOT welcome.
Those who read our last blog, so You Wanna Be Starting Something, will know we had a grip with some personal crap within our own musical infrastructure, but we drank some humble elixir and decided that all we want to do is sing, write music, perform and touch the communication levels that binds us all as people and WELL we've started something and we're soooo gonna finish it, with our without the authorities that tries to bind us.
It's funny, Public Enemy, are well renowned for their outright spokeness in society and they too, probably had to deal with some serious crap back in the day, which to be honest, has not changed too much in the musical industry nor on a personal note, in society.
But it's all about music and we're just honoured to be sharing the same stage.
We salute our new booking agent Serena Parsons @ Primary Talent, for joining us and having some faith. We're well made up and can't wait.
HUMBLED.
About Me
17 April 2008
13 April 2008
SNOWBOMBING Part 1
So we went to Mayrhoffen in Austria for the annual snowbombing festival, which has been going for 10 years oooh. For us to get there, we had to enter a competition called King Of The Mountain. There were 10 bands taking part and it had to be whittled down to 5 bands. We were fortunate to get thru to the final five, due to our fans voting for us.
Anyway, the weeks leading up to it all was well and truly stressful getting all our flights booked and accommodation via snowbombings UK office (outgoing.co.uk). It was a nightmare, their site did not work properly and we got fleeced by having to fork out of our pocket for most of the whole journey. Now we're not sure if the other bands that took part, knew this, but beware any bands reading this. Read the fine print, especially if it's abroad, if you have to pay for yourselves, cause they do not tell you this from the get go. Deceiving poor bands without a label or any support. They know that bands are desperate and wear their hearts on their sleeves for that one piece of luck that will get them noticed. Bands/Artists/Musicians will go to any lengths to get their songs heard, it's their passion.
But I'll save all that for another blog.
Anyway, we found the funds and got underway to Austria. It morning start from Stansted 5am in the morning. You can imagine the look on our faces, some of us did not even go to bed, we batted thru with a few drinks and partying on a wednesday night. I know, partyiny??? Yeah well it is rock n roll you know, what do you expect.
We all got to airport with plenty of time. Then sat and had coffee and nearly missed our checkin time. Man talk about bunch of numpties. Anyway, with 10 mins left to closing the desk we got in and had just enough time to get thru security and on that stupid transfer train to our gate. Guess what we still had to wait when we got to the gate, so much for us rushing. Ryanair, yeah you guest it!!
We got on our flight and Adam chose to sit next to Val, so he could go on about his beloved nasty football team Newcastle United. She being Spurs, who had lost to Newcastle the week before was not impressed, especially when he decided to take his jacket off and reveal his Newcastle shirt and shouting 4-1 between every sentence. Valerie gave as good as she got mate. Letting him know that that was all the luck they were going to get and they're lucky not to be fighting relegation.
By the way Ryanair is so teef. Come on, for musicians it ain't cheap. The prices for their food on their flights, are atrocious, they already con you when you book flights, for £0.01 then charge you £9.99 plus £6 check-in, £7.99 for each piece of luggage, who are they kidding. Rather pay the full fare with an airline that doesn't mind your instruments, than be conned by these low flying so called budget airlines.
Anyway, we got to Salzburg, got our own transfer by train to Mayrhoffen, which was wicked. We went on these compartment trains, like the orient express, it was awesome.
We then ended up on some wacky train when we got to Jehsen something out of a old hitler movie, but quite quaint and romantic about it. It was a mountain train. for some of us who had never been skiing was a treat and an eye opener.
We arrive in Mayrhoffen, it was freezing, but the air was crisp, lovely as we were at high altitude. The view as breathtaking.
We got to our little guesthouse, pictures to follow later and set out bags down for the night, as we had no show til the next day, so it was time to PARRR - RRTAAAYY.
We got the Strauss Hotel, the main meeting point for all the bands and skiers alike, it was like a sweaty bordello. Loads of skiers, boarders, in their minging gear from being on the slopes all day, but it just looked and felt so cool. With music coming from the Sports bar next door, with bands playing at the Europhaus1, The Arena. So much to choose from. Champion Lightening Speed, Anne Nightingale, Stanton Warriors, The Metros, Pidgeon Detectives, The Dirty Pretty, god so many. Oh my word, not forgetting Calvin Harris, Madness, DJ YOda. We were well spoilt, plus there were some serious 80s parties going on with The Cuban Brothers. Tracksuit parties, each night there was people in all sorts of costumes, well mashed in the freezing cold. Excellent.
We plonked ourselves down anywhere the food and drinks were cheap and drank our socks off. Val was well cex as she was singing the next day, so couldn't indulge more for the rest of us tho. some pictures, but more to follow next week in our gallery.
The night ended with us well and truly wrecked. Getting back to our rooms at 4am well pissed and worse for wear. Roll call was 8.30am that morning and coffee and breakfast wafting up thru the doors of our rooms, was a welcomed smell. Chris decided to jump out of bed well early and get on the slopes rest of the band, those who had not been sick made it to the door for pick up for soundcheck that morning.
Val's scared of heights and was told that she had to go up in a cable car up the mountain where we were playing. Here face was a sight. She was literally in tears and we thought she was going to pull the gig, cause she just kept having panic attacks just thinking about going up in the lift hahahah, I know it's not funny, but we couldn't believe she hadn't thought about it before. Too late, we were here now, so she had to find a way how to get over it. Guess what she did? Sat on the floor, put on her sunnies and never looked up til she got to the top. each bump in the car, brought massive yelps, screams and cuss words, never even heard before. It was not a pretty sight. Show you piccies next week, you'll wet yourself. She was such a wreck by the time we got to the top, she literally ran out of the cable car.
At the top was breathtaking, but visibility was terrible. We got to the sight of our gig, to be told that it might not go ahead. Well you could imagine, we we're well pissed off. Not just us, the other three bands that was playing with us on the same day. Some of them had worn the least clothes I've ever seen in the cold, for their stage show hahahahahah. (sorry but serve them damn right), what possesses you to wear your long johns on top of a mountain with no coat only a hoodie. FOOOL.
I mean it was a great gimmick look, but hypothermia springs to mind. Then another band only worw plimsols up the slope, so frost bite was the next thing that was on the agenda. We, of course, was mega smart and came dressed for the occasion, cause mate, we couldn't even feel our hands.
We got up the mountain at 12pm that day and by 3pm in the afternoon, the show was called off and we had to make our way back down the mountain. The show had been pulled to the next day. In our next installment, we'll tell you exactly how that went.
Wannabe Part Of Something
Wannabe Part of Something So you wannabe be starting something, you wanna be part of something. Come on now, say yeah yeah, Come on, don't be full of shit, say yeah yeah.
Well that's what some of you want innit??? The past month, we've come across the most wannabes on the planet. Every motherf..ker wants to be a wannabe. No direction, just turning their noses up at ya cause your different, when in fact, they're the insecure, full of shit, no identity, living on your credit, twits.
Why the sound out? It's a blog innit, say what you like about who you like. No name calling, you know who you are? Sit behind a desk, never written a song in your life. Can't sing to save a dog, tone deaf like the sound of a bog, but want to tell musicians what they should sound like/look like, how the hell did you get your job.
What's their contribution to it all, oh getting pissed on a free guestlist, wearing tight jeans, that leaves your blood vessels begging for air and your sweaty fanny/balls smelling of cheese. Well lashed, new colour up your nose and you look at me, like I'm from the black hole.
Oh the restraint, when your in my face. I hold my peace, cause if I tell exactly what i felt, you wouldn't be able to walk again.
The lies the promises, we've been told, by people we trust. Jesus Christ, now it's all turned to dust. Continuing this soulless search of wanting to express ourselves, but held ransom by good for nothing, lying c..ts.
We're not angry, far from it, just expressing ourselves, cause it's our right. In our songs, these things will be told, how fucked up and conivers tried to rob our souls.
Dejected, deflated, only lasts for a while, but wanted to let those people know, you won't wipe away our smiles. You know the truth, we're worth being here. So we're not indie, but who cares.
We don't wanna be part of something, we wanna be part of our own thing and those who like, like and those who don't, then step off and let others get on.
Here endeth the lesson of Wannabe Part of Something.
Well that's what some of you want innit??? The past month, we've come across the most wannabes on the planet. Every motherf..ker wants to be a wannabe. No direction, just turning their noses up at ya cause your different, when in fact, they're the insecure, full of shit, no identity, living on your credit, twits.
Why the sound out? It's a blog innit, say what you like about who you like. No name calling, you know who you are? Sit behind a desk, never written a song in your life. Can't sing to save a dog, tone deaf like the sound of a bog, but want to tell musicians what they should sound like/look like, how the hell did you get your job.
What's their contribution to it all, oh getting pissed on a free guestlist, wearing tight jeans, that leaves your blood vessels begging for air and your sweaty fanny/balls smelling of cheese. Well lashed, new colour up your nose and you look at me, like I'm from the black hole.
Oh the restraint, when your in my face. I hold my peace, cause if I tell exactly what i felt, you wouldn't be able to walk again.
The lies the promises, we've been told, by people we trust. Jesus Christ, now it's all turned to dust. Continuing this soulless search of wanting to express ourselves, but held ransom by good for nothing, lying c..ts.
We're not angry, far from it, just expressing ourselves, cause it's our right. In our songs, these things will be told, how fucked up and conivers tried to rob our souls.
Dejected, deflated, only lasts for a while, but wanted to let those people know, you won't wipe away our smiles. You know the truth, we're worth being here. So we're not indie, but who cares.
We don't wanna be part of something, we wanna be part of our own thing and those who like, like and those who don't, then step off and let others get on.
Here endeth the lesson of Wannabe Part of Something.
9 April 2008
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