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BIG Philly Beer Week Gig!

Saturday, June 5th • 8:30pm
The Disheverly Brothers return to Craft Ale House to celebrate our pride, our fuel, our passion, our region: Philly Beer Week.

As sponsor of our best (and worst) decisions, The Disheverly Brothers will pay tribute to zymurgy in our most ambitious set yet: a four act rock opera starring Ham Stanley (himself!) as a rogue highwayman determined to deliver a truckload of Big Sky Moose Drool, all the while evading Rick Stone (yes, THE Rick Stone!) in a series of comic near misses. Join us on a sonic trip across the vast midwest.

Or, we'll just stick to playing the greatest songs ever written while trying really hard to hit those harmonies and not break strings... deal? DEAL!

Friday, April 23rd Craft Ale House: The Return

New show for real this time!

The Disheverly Brothers return to Craft Ale House!
Last time, it was "Blitzkrieg Bop"... this time it's the "Land of the Lost" theme song. Gary: keep the song request "dares" comin'. We are not afraid to try "Baby Got Back" either. The Disheverly Brothers know no shame.

Friday, April 23rd 9pm

Mr. Alex Chilton

Let me just say, without Alex Chilton/Big Star there would be no My Friend Autumn. The DNA of #1 Record, Radio City and Third/Sister Lovers throughout our catalog. You might have heard Mr. Chilton passed away last week, it's time you discover him. Big Star is the gateway: there are several less-than-even solo albums with even greater riches of this artist who couldn't sit still.

True to the song "Alex Chilton" by The Replacements, "what's that song? I'm in love with that song" is the way it usually goes. I'd try to suggest specific songs, but really, there are only three Big Star albums. You spent more on beer last weekend.

New Show Added!

Chris, one half of the Disheverly Brothers (the disheverly brother? a disheveled brother?) will be performing outside of the Mainstay Inn in the heart of wonderful downtown Phoenixville during the pre-St Patrick's Day "Meet The Brewer" pub crawl. This year's event boasts brewers from Sly Fox, Heavy Seas, Long Trail, Iron Hill, Victory, Rogue, Kilkenny (!), Lagunitas, Stoudts, Weyerbacher, and many many more.

The other half of the Disheverlies will be showcasing homebrew, and demonstrating that everyone and anyone can experience the pure joy making their own. We'll call it Zen and the Noble arts...

We'll be on the landing outside of the Mainstay Inn starting at 1pm on, please drop in and say hi!
Saturday, March 13th 1pm
Mainstay Inn - 184 Bridge St. Phoenixville, PA

Long Story Short

To offer a little explanation: The Disheverly Brothers and My Friend Autumn are the same band. The Disheverlies were conceived while in a hibernation period for MFA, which is our band that plays [mostly] original material.

We are constantly writing, scheming, and generally dreaming up new directions to go in, and The Disheverly Brothers were conceived, for better or worse, in one of these sessions. Rather than be pressured to find a new bassist to play our original songs to 1 person at 1am on a weeknight, we figured why not pick our favorite songs ever written and perform them in a style all our own. Oh, and then some of us had babies, some of us got engaged, and some of us adopted puppies. You cannot make this stuff up!

SO! That "Summer Music For Winter People" CD you have is Chris and Matt (and Jim, just wait!!) as My Friend Autumn, but the show you saw was Chris and Matt as the Disheverly Brothers: strings breaking, harmonies a little off kilter, and songs sung with 100% heart.

Thank you for your support!

Enter Cole!

You might have noticed a lag in activity. This is on purpose.

Anne and I are proud to inform you of the arrival of our son, Cole! I know it's now June, and if you are reading this you already know this, but Coleman Michael was born January 17, 2009. Baby and baby mama are doing great, our favorite is "imitate the squeal as conversation with baby" time and tummy time.

In the meantime we've been tracking work for film, as well as plotting out Fog War, Wind War, a new configuration for the band (bye bye bass!), AND a solo project. Whew, and this is all between diapers and burping. One of these days I will get a new track up for your consumption. Maybe some virtual 7" splits are in order, a la Deerhunter/Atlas Sound

Papa loves mambo,
mcmfa

M Ward's "Let's Dance"

There was a moment that I am pretty certain I was the only one who existed in the world. It was last September and I was DJing my friend Terrence's wedding in Hatteras, NC. Through stormy weather and travails, the wedding date was finally set for Saturday. It was supposed to be on that Friday, but since the forecast was foreboding they had decided to let the mainland stranded guests arrive. When the weather cooperated, the rest of us were treated to a sublime beach day with violently tumbling surf, abundant sunshine, and low humidity.

Saturday rolled around, and we were met by intermittent showers and higher humidity. NC-12 was reopened, and the rest of guests arrived in time. We had set up a big tent in the front yard of the house, which partly straddled the driveway. We lined the interior of the tent with various sizes of Chinese lanterns, illuminated by tiny led lights. Wires were run. PA set up and tested. Table centerpieces set. (all the while: hair is done, tuxedos smoothed, nerves cooled by confidence and deep breathing)

Just after the vows were spoken, I put the system on autopilot with some dinner music, and introductions made/prayer given/meal enjoyed/toast given. Returning to the helm as the happy couple were about to cut their wedding cake, I decided to segue into the evening with "Let's Dance" by M. Ward. The world fell intoxicated by the lowering amber sunlight in the autumn haze, and the scene has been frozen in my mind ever since. Insects, too small to be silhouetted, blazed as miniature suns flying erratically to and fro, and time becomes an elastic too worn out to speed up again, as time often does when things are good. In the lowering light, I drifted while the Chinese lanterns began showing their light. It was one of those rare moments when the music video of life synchronizes perfectly with the vibrations of love and consequence at hand. In my mind, that is. And *SNAP* I am back at a wedding with 100 guests.

Realizing I was the only one swooning to the bittersweet, lugubrious beat, "Crazy In Love" was then put on to satisfy the rising tide of eager dancers. The mood in the tent shifts wayyy upward and the joyous evening begins.

First Facebook Reunites My Childhood Neighborhood

Then, Jason Lytle's dad is on YouTube. Life just got weird(er).

JeromeLytle, look him up.

ps- Jason Lytle is/was of Grandaddy. Fare thee well.

James and Bill, we salute you!

Hey! You should go to O'Tasty shows! Why not buy an album while you're there? Why does MFA want you to do so much for this other band?

James O'Brien, helmsman of the good ship O'Tasty granted us access to his house in Hyattsville, MD to use for recording purposes. He has since vacated to be nearer to his excellent RedRocks Firebrick Pizzeria in Columbia Heights, WDC, but has yet to put the house on the market.

I'll report on the recording later, but we give many thanks to James for his generosity.

We also thank Bill Thompson for use of his recording rig and several mics. Thank you!

I Watched This On Purpose: Rock of Love 2

At first, needing mindless entertainment, we went for the most vacuous thing we could find. It was unbearable.

Somehow this show has to do with music, since it is on Vh1, right? No. There were bands involved, but mostly this show involved buxom ladies propensity to drink and get into arguments, not necessarily in that order. This is what I have been missing by not watching TV for the past, uh, 8 years?

btw: we are recording this weekend! We'll see how it comes out, as team MFA will be venturing into "we did this all ourselves" territory!

Phillies Win!

I grew up outside of Boston, and my long years of suffering with the Sox, coupled with the vicarious elation of 2004's curse-shattering championship run, have well prepared me for this day.

The Philadelphia Phillies are World Series Champions!

I can't say this too loudly, as we have Mets and Nats fans in our ranks (not naming names) and they will tell you all about my "I think I am still a Red Sox fan" revelation after having attended my first game at Fenway in 15 years back in May.

But, as I settled into my role as a Phillies fan in 2005, and what I expected to be a long, turbulent ride moving into a long-suffering NL city, I carried my superstitions with me as closely guarded secrets. About the time Tim McCarver started talking about Philadelphia sports history last night, I feared him jinxing us; much the same as the soon-to-be former marine standing next to me in Fenway while Jon Lester wrapped up that no hitter I witnessed back in May, as the words "I've never seen a... oh, wait" formed at my lips.

Last night, my nephews had gone from a halloween parade to watching the game– the effects of the sugar had clearly taken hold. Taking cues from my brother-in-law, my wife and myself, they were easily whipped into a frenzy, yet unaware of the jinx. Much like a generation of young Red Sox fans who expectantly experience the thrill of victory these days, without being tempered by a spirit-sucking, excruciatingly painful drought, I look forward to them growing up having this privilege. There are plenty of folks around these parts that will be quick to remind them that it was a long, hard road to get here!

(cue Rocky horns here)

Recontextualization

"Everybody Let Up" by Apples in Stereo

This track once stood out on many miscreant mixes I would make to aid and abet misadventures with my friends. It's mix of confectionary pop and kiddie-lethargic declaration ("everybody's whinin'/cause I spend the day reclinin'") made for great sunrise drive home listening.

I ended up putting it on a 3 CD mix made for my dad when he was in the hospital. Dad shocked me with his discovery of Belle & Sebastian, so I thought I would take him the next step: indie rock. Why not? The man liked the early Beatles more than the later period, and was known to have a few early Beach Boys records in his ever dwindling collection (though a yard sale revealed not one by two copies of The Beatles' Revolver! ha), and had an affinity for just about any music that could justify its' purpose or had some sort of internal logic.

I don't need to reiterate my fathers' fate, but the song is tagged forever in the "could've been" mix. I thought of him recovering and hearing that song, and it either annoying him with it's inherent brattiness, or making him laugh at the situation of being attended to by winsome nurses and a family at beckon call. "Care of Cell 44" by The Zombies also fits into this category of songs that have nothing to do with death, yet remind me of 2 years ago. Written about a girl getting released from jail, it's lines "Good morning to you I hope your feeling better baby" and "we'll get to know each other for a second time" fit exactly where I knew my parents' otherwise great relationship was heading: loss.

Would I take it back? No. Perhaps someday with age the death-induced associations will fade and my memory will fail and I will create backstories that make more sense out of these songs' reminding me of dad, but for now, 2 years on, this will have to do...

Tonight: The M Room

At practice last night something occurred to me: the people want the rock. We have a few slow numbers that own up to my best AM radio tendencies, but that when playing a small club, you have to trim the fat. Otherwise, people will duck out to get beers, which in turn is not a bad thing since there is a correlation between how good we sound and the number of drinks you've had.

So here you go: tonight's show at the M Room will be our most concise power pop set to date. If you heard Campfire Hymn on the radio, you'll have to wait for the next show to get your slow jam on (or, as "spacey country shuffle" as the case may be)

See you tonight at 9!

I Can Hear Music

Our good friends Terrence and Alicia married this past weekend in sunny Hatteras, NC. I say sunny, but it wasn't without an ordeal to get there. Initially they had planned for a Friday wedding, leaving Saturday for a relaxing beach barbecue, but with the nor'easter that surprise attacked the coast over the weekend, plans were shifted and they married Saturday. Our arrival was welcomed at 2am with ocean overwash on Highway 12! I guess that is what you get building a road on a thin strand of land between two large body of water! Regardless, congratulations! You make a wonderful couple, and were gracious hosts...

I DJ'd the reception, and in return, Terrence gifted me with a lot of latter-day Beach Boys CDs. It is no secret the ferocity of the love that Terrence has for the Beach Boys. So here I am back at home digesting about 12 albums worth of music. I am having to take breaks to retreat back to more familiar territory (Pet Sounds, Smile, Today!/Summer Days) but what is most striking is how the balance shifted from the mainstay (Brian Wilson) to the new guy (Carl Wilson) and little is lost. There are some questionable tracks, but before Pet Sounds, throwaway tracks were a mainstay of Beach Boys albums.

One cannot help but feel a sadness for what was lost within that group. Musically, individually... spun into franchises that are related by blood and little else.

Show this Wednesday!!

Wednesday, October 1st 9PM
M Room
15 W. Girard Ave (near Frankford) Philadelphia

w/ Victor Victor Band and Ganto Barn

The bill has been shifting more than sand on a coastal highway in a tropical depression (sorry Terrence and Alicia!) but we are excited to play our first show at the M Room!

My Samples Guide to Boulder

There is no mistaking that at one point in my life, I was a huuuge Samples fan. While others were cutting their teeth on Built To Spill, Will Oldham, Modest Mouse, and the nascent seeds of Indie Rock(TM), I was visualizing world peace through appropriation of world beat and Sting, repeat ad nauseam. It was all in the drums!

So here we go:
(note, 14th and Euclid street sign to come)

Tulagi's, site of some recordings for "Underwater People"

The Fox Theatre, home of several of my brothers' live tapes

The approach to Red Rocks (note the big fat rain smudge on the lens. This is the only rain we met the entire trip, coast to coast)

Red Rocks Amphitheater, since appropriated by Dave Matthews Band. The Samples headlined here several times in the early 90's. Not to mention two tracks from Under A Blood Red Sky.

Old Samples poster in the nice museum within the visitors center.

Patrick and one of said red rocks.

Your band flier here.

Jim at Hooked on Colfax, a few doors down from both the Ogden Theater, and the Bluebird Theater, site of the last show by the Samples original lineup. It was great to just play on the same block as the location of several of my previous heroes live tapes. Even if it was in a coffeeshop basement!

There are far worse places to be than Denver in the summer time!

Radiohead

My inner geek is completely rocking out right now.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

It just dawned on me that we made California and did not visit In N Out Burger. How is that remotely possible? I blame the wafting mix of pine and eucalyptus that enveloped me while procuring tickets for and attending Radiohead in Golden Gate Park. I am a firm believer in local treasures (hence my Cherry Mash experience), and acted as porter in seeing an unspecified quantity of Boulevard Wheat from Lawrence, KS to Denver, CO. Had we been driving the other way, we would have surely ended up with Fat Tire east of the Mississippi. In N Out is more of a regional thing, but you can't get them back east.

Camp MFA has returned back to school for the season, and by school I mean life. And by life, I mean marriage. This weekend we celebrate the union of our guitarist Chris Kudela to his longtime girlfriend Megan Mitchell. Congratulations guys! We're taking a little time off while Chris and Megan sort through photographs, cards and write their thank you notes.

We'll be back in action Wednesday, October 1 at the M Room in Philadelphia. We're super-excited to be playing this venue for the first time. Matt promises he will have his amp checked out by then!

Hope you all had a wonderful Labor Day, and hope we weren't the ones keeping you up playing softly, albeit incorrect, covers on the front porch til the wee hours!
xoxox
mcmfa

"The One That Got Away" live in Denver

What you can't see:
- a very large table near the back of the room that I would have rather sat around, family style.

- very large, plush sofas lining the walls
- the barista upstairs who claimed we "saved the night"
- delicious, dry air devoid of any humidity pouring down from the Rockies