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The Good, The Bad, & The Really, Really Sucky. (News about my injury and… cancellations.)

Boy, has this been one up and down month or what?

THE GOOD:

Last week, I was voted “Best Indie Act Of 2010″ by the readers of the Orlando Weekly. That made me feel really good, and not more than just a tad bit shocked. If you voted for me, thank you very much. It goes to show that there are always way more people paying attention than I expect, and I’m glad that I have left enough of an impression on *anyone* to be called “the best”, let alone a whole city. You guys rule, seriously.

Also, in this last weeks issue of Orlando Weekly, my 2004 song “No London In Brazil” was voted as one of the “50 Best Orlando Songs” by none other than my pal Hex of Nerdapalooza fame. The fact that ANY of my songs was considered good enough for this honor is pretty humbling and exciting, but I’m really flattered that one of my personal favorites made the cut. I never get sick of that one, and I’m glad you folks haven’t either.

THE BAD:

You’ve probably heard about this by now, and if you haven’t… heh, pull up a chair.

Last weekend, I made my third appearance at the yearly Nerdapalooza festival. To say that it’s one of my most eagerly anticipated shows of the year by both the audience and myself would be a massive understatement. And while I would love to be spending the next few minutes telling you all about how awesome all of the acts were this weekend, (which they were, and I was especially blown away by Devo Spice, Dr. Awkward, MC Cool Whip… not to mention the absolutely mindblowing Sunday Service set by Emergency Pizza Party), and I would really love to go on at length about how much fun I had sharing the stage with Sci-Fried during their BLISTERING Saturday night show, (which you can see clips of here, including the premiere of the song I helped out on called “Foiled Again”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_VOWpuW4Ik), but instead… I’ve got to talk about the news of the moment.

At about 6 PM on Sunday night, I climbed onstage for my Nerdapalooza set. I had the thankless task of following the utterly explosive performance by Zealous1 & The Bossfights, and I was ready to take the task on headfirst. After a rousing introduction by Hex himself, I jumped into “Chicken Pox & Star Wars Guys” and everything was going pretty swell. Exactly halfway through the first verse of “Stairway To Rudolph”, I twisted to the right slightly, and at the exact same time the somewhat wobbly stage shifted under my feet (best as I’ve been able to put together, at least… this all happened really fast). At this point, I lost my balance and my kneecap popped out of socket. While trying to keep my feet planted on the ground to avoid the fall, I could feel a few more pops in my knee, and next thing I knew, I’m crumpled in a ball on the stage and my guitar has just bonked me on the head. I reach down and – without thinking – I pop my knee back in place by hand and ask one of the numerous people that had rushed onstage to check on me to get me a chair. As soon as I could hop onto the seat, I tried to pick up where I left off in the song, but my knee was throbbing pretty badly and I’m sure I butchered the rest of it.

I performed the rest of my set trying to balance mostly on my right leg, and I had to be pretty much carried off the stage after “Happy To Be Alive”. I did cut one song, to be fair, but I still played for about 25 of my scheduled 30 minutes. I know that a lot of people had come just to see my set, and even more folks had flown from all over the world to be there. I did my best not to let you all down, and I hope that you enjoyed the show despite the very, very obvious setback.

Within an hour of the end of my set, I had to quickly depart to go to an emergency room. My knee had swollen to the point where I could no longer pull my pants leg over it, so I knew it was pretty serious. We ended up at an ER near my house because apparently most walk-in clinics are closed on Sunday nights. They referred me to an orthopedic specialist, prescribed me a glorified bottle of Aspirin and sent me on my way. The following day, I pretty much couldn’t bend my leg at all.

THE REALLY, REALLY SUCKY:

By Tuesday afternoon, it was pretty clear that something was much, much more screwed up than we’d previously anticipated. After an MRI, I was told that my anterior cruciate ligament had been practically torn in half, and as was visible on the x-ray, there was a good inch and a half of fluid surrounding all parts of my knee… and my patella was at about a 45 degree angle from where it normally is.

In short? My knee is really fucked up. I’ve been ordered to stay off of it as much as possible for the next six weeks. Which means that I HAVE to cancel the August 7th show in Orlando where I was to play the “Normal Bias” and “Bubblegum Romance” albums in their entirety. Anyone that knows me can vouch that canceling anything EVER is abhorrent to every bone in my body – I’m pretty sure that I proved this on Sunday night with my Nerdapalooza performance. But in this case, I’m in no shape to perform a marathon show, and I certainly couldn’t even carry my own amplifier. In order to do the show, I’d be stricken to a chair, and it wouldn’t be any fun to watch…. hell, I’d probably be in too much pain to even sing well for any period of time, honestly. I am not going to waste anyone’s time when I know in advance that I will not be able to put on the kind of show that you have come to expect from me. And on top of that, if I *did* try to perform, I’d run the risk of screwing my knee up even worse than it is, and as much as I love playing my songs for you… I’m gonna need my left knee in the future.

So yes, to reiterate: my August 7th show at Stardust in Orlando, Florida is 100% canceled, I will reschedule it for later in the year, and maybe I’ll do it for this year’s annual holiday show, if you’d like. I will return to performing in early September. I hope this doesn’t disappoint or inconvenience anyone too badly.

Finally, I’d like to thank everyone for their super kind emails and well-wishes over the last few days. And especially Dr. Vern from Sci-Fried who made sure that I had crutches waiting for me offstage at the end of my set. So many people were amazing about coming to my aid that day, and I want you to know that I appreciate everything you all have done very, very much. I hope that I can get back to performing sooner than later, and that you’ll all be excited when I’m able to get back to doing the shows.

Love on ya,
Marc

PS: Since I had to shut down merch sales directly after my Nerdapalooza set (for obvious reasons), many of you had inquired about whether or not they could still get the RetroLowFi vinyl at the lowered pre-sale price, or if there were any left at all. The answer is: there are plenty left, and I’ll keep the price at twenty bucks for a few more weeks. Thanks for understanding.

Happy July! Here’s a whole bunch of news!

My friends, I’m up to my eyeballs in Marc With a C happenings.

In the last few weeks, I had a bit of a dream come true when I dropped the needle on some sweet red vinyl and heard my own voice coming out of the speakers. Sure, I’ve released more music in the past than I can keep up with, (seriously, I have almost no idea what’s out there and what isn’t at this point), but absolutely nothing has compared to this. As I was so terrifyingly told on my last guest spot at Nerdy Show, there’s a good chance that one day soon we’ll see a huge flare-up of the sun that will render all of our digital wares useless. I’m not sure that I totally buy that, but it’s comforting to know that if all of technology should be destroyed, that all you’ll have to do to hear some of my songs is put the tonearm onto a wax copy of RetroLowFi: 10 Years Of Marc With a C, put your ear close to the disc and make the platter turn… and bam. There are my tunes preserved for all of eternity. Unless the sunspots melt all of our petroleum based products, in which case… well, I’m gonna have an entire room in my house dedicated to warped records. Making my point obsolete. Nevermind. Vinyl’s as final as it gets for now, and I’m glad to be preserved. Those grooves are magical, and it was like hearing some of my own songs for the first time ever. This is a limited pressing, and while it won’t sell out overnight, once they’re gone, I don’t have any plans to repress it. You can nab yourself one on the “Record Store!” page of marcwithac.com.
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Marc is love. Love is Marc.

Hello all!

Oh. Em. Eff. Gee. There is so much going on right now – I really cannot keep up. Like, literally. I can’t even remember what emails to respond to and which ones I have already sent replies for. If you’ve tried to reach me and I’ve seemed aloof, please, just sent me a gentle reminder, and I’ll do my best to get you an answer as soon as I can. In the meantime, here’s a few very pertinent announcements I have to tell you about!
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The new album is “Pop! Pop! Pop!”. Here it is!

I can actually remember the very first time I tried to sing. I was in first grade, but I’d been out of school for at least a month with some really awful flu or something. I was a pretty unhealthy kid, so I spent most of my time indoors. Like most American families, the TV was always on and I paid more attention to it than I ever did to my parents.

I got in the habit of leaving MTV on because my sixteen-year-old baby sitter Julie would come over first thing every morning and immediately flip my Donald Duck cartoons off in favor of the channel anyway. She’d also alternately chew bubblegum, talk on the phone, paint her nails and sun herself in my yard. One day, Duran Duran’s “New Moon On Monday” was playing when I suddenly realized that I’d heard it enough to recite all of the words. For no explainable reason, I immediately got up, cradled my plastic lightsaber in my arms like a guitar and jumped around yelling the words just like the guys on the screen with the weird hair.

It immediately clicked with me that I was gonna sing whatever I wanted like that for the rest of my life, not because I thought I could do it better than anyone, but because that’s what I do. I have since repeated this action for the past 26 years with various other objects but eventually a guitar. Can’t explain it much clearer than that.

I soon got my own boombox that I could carry into my room. Radio stations were my ever present background noise. I listened to every station equally, even the ones I didn’t quite understand. Something about all of these songs literally floating through thin air into my black box was absolutely fascinating to me. My favorite stations were always the ones at the left of the dial because they played every style of music imaginable in one place, which meant you also didn’t have to switch around so much. These stations also were super neat because they played music I didn’t hear from MTV or my parents record collection. So what if the DJs sounded really uncomfortable and bookish? I had no idea that this stuff was usually coming out of a rundown room in some no-name college until much later.

Through these stations, I grew up hearing some of the greatest pop music of all time. Really great power pop, two-and-a-half minute wonders that just got in, said their peace, and left it stuck in your head all day long. Understandably, that’s what I most naturally leaned toward when I got into songwriting. Why? Because you could say anything you wanted to someone as long as you write a melody to go with it. No matter how personal, sentimental or volatile. As long as they can hum it, they mostly don’t hold anything against you.

That’s what my new album is about, so I’ve decided to cheekily title it “Pop! Pop! Pop!”. To remind you that this short and sweet collection isn’t anything that I forced, these were all sentiments that just rolled off my tongue. I decided not to overthink it and wonder how I’d feel about what I was singing about later on. I figured if it was coming out of me naturally, it must have really needed to be said, even when it’s seemingly innocuous.

This is the first album that I’ve recorded 100% digitally, without taking many – if any – lo-fi shortcuts. It’s very fair to argue that I haven’t got a fucking clue how to make ones and zeroes work in my favor. I’m more of a machine/magnetic strip kind of guy. Tangible stuff, you know? Time will tell if in sounds any good, because God knows my hearing is shot. I like the sounds a lot, myself.

I was going to wait to release it until 04/01/10, but I’ve changed my mind. There’s no reason to wait. If I’m doing this on a computer to make things faster and easier, I might as well make it as completely uncomplicated as possible for you to get it when it’s done. So here it is: a testament to what I can do with some dilapidated instruments, my voice and a computer.

It doesn’t have any artwork because I don’t have any sort of eye for that. When the physical copy comes out on the original release date it’ll have some art at that point, I promise.

So here it is, my little tribute to pop radio, and it’s now it’s yours.

Click here to download it: Pop! Pop! Pop!.zip

Pre-order the CD here for seven bucks if you’d like (all pre-orders will ship by 04/02/10):


This is the tracklist:

01. Holly Vincent
02. Fighting For Love
03. Joe Henry
04. Ammonia
05. As The Bombs Fell
06. Roll The Tape
07. Medicine Head
08. Winter Colors
09. If You Loved Me
10. The Audience Is Listening
11. Just Stop Trying

Thank you for reading. I really hope that you like it.

Love on ya,
Marc

Blogger? I hardly know her!

Hey all. Looks like it’s been quite some time since I wrote a blog just for blogging’s sake. To any newcomers, I’m usually only talking about music-and-pop-culture things besides whatever I’m doing at the time. You’re not gonna find celebrity gossip or conspiracy theories. Well, other than the Monkees conspiracy that Chris and I are positive we’ve uncovered, maybe. :::shifts eyes nervously:::

I guess I got caught up in the promotion for Losing Salt, Sex Times Three and the RetroLowFi compilation, as well as spending as much time as possible with my family… I didn’t even think about blogging. Now that I’m actually sitting down and making time for one, I have no idea what to talk about. I’m looking at the screen and keyboard like a dog being shown a card trick.
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