Fragmented Summary of Events: ALBANY

-So Maywood was invited back to First Baptist Church in Albany, Missouri last weekend. We were there in January 2010 and were completely overwhelmed by the reception. Seriously, these kids are FANTASTIC and they wipe away all of my fears surrounding touring which include financial stress, getting burnt out, living on the road away from my hubby, "performing" day after day verses remembering to convey Christ with a microphone in a 3 minute song from a raised platform while separated from the audience (/sarcasm), etc. 

Rebecca and I.

Makenzie, me & Kate.

Our Albany peeps are very good about making all of that anxiety disappear. Maybe it's because it's a small town and maybe it's because we've been there before, but these kids are like family to us. Oh sure, they buy stuff and ask for autographs (on shirts, shoes, cell phones, arms), but it's all in good fun and they never allow us to take ourselves too seriously. They keep us grounded with the reminder of what this is all for - to glorify God in our music and in our relationships. And I know what you're thinking. How can God be glorified by this?

I dunno, but it's AWESOME! And Dakota ^ totally asked for it.

And now for a fragmented summary of the night before! This is life in a band 101:

Friday, March 4th:

-Scott drives 84 miles to Sarah's house.

-Scott & Sarah drive 64 miles to Independence to meet up with Joel & Jared.

-Joel, Jared, Sarah, Scott & Cassie S'berg load borrowed trailer (though Joel & Jared did most of it).

-Joel, Jared, Sarah & Scott cram into borrowed SUV and drive 21 miles to Oak Grove to load more stuff onto borrowed trailer.

-Sarah pretends a piece of large styrofoam wall (for the drum cage) was really super heavy.

-Scott runs to her rescue, applies too much force to pick up styrofoam, realizes he's been tricked.

-Laughter ensues.

-Sarah can not function for several minutes due to laughing.

-Everyone crams back in SUV to head to Albany.

-We listen to best of Chicago.

-We sing really loud and in perfect harmony to Peter Cetera.

-We get lost in northern Missouri.

-Phones die while looking for service to navigate us.

-Sarah freaks out inside, but displays cool exterior.

-We try to stay calm with iPod therapy.

-The hour grows later and later.

-Worry that friendly host-homes will be offended by the outrageously late hour.

-Wonder if these back roads are ever going to lead back to a town.

-Probably not.

-Joel is driving.

-He is strangely calm and collected.

-The needle on the gas gauge ticks to EMPTY even though we JUST filled up.

-Oh no. We're going to run out of gas and get murdered asking for help.

-We discuss hypothetical death scenarios loosely based on poor quality (but completely believable) horror flicks set at night on a deserted road in the desolate countryside after running out of gas.

-Vaguely wonder why Joel is so calm.

-Is he stupid?

-Is he a genius?

-Is he doing this on purpose??

-Joel's phone does NOT die and he nonchalantly navigates us back to a main road as though this was his plan all along.

-It probably was.

-Tears of joy are shed.

-Resume iPod therapy.

-ARRIVE in Albany!

-ARRIVE at First Baptist Church.

-Unload borrowed trailer.

-Travel to host homes way later than planned.

-Eat all their food.

-Stay up even later laughing about our nearly-(but not really)-murdered-in-the-countryside experience.

-Exhaustion overtakes joy.

-Go to bed.

-Sleep like a rock.

Until next time!  /hugs

Sarah

Huh? Hand-made band shirts?

Why? Because we're LUNATICS!!! And only lunatics would have this incredibly time-consuming, exhausting and easy-to-screw-up idea for creating/selling merch!

See, we were playing all these concerts/youth retreats and fans wanted to show their Maywood allegiance via the internationally accepted method of endorsement - the "I've been there" commemorative shirt, but we were  are poor and couldn't can't afford to both record an album and have shirts printed. But before we could ask people for money or take on a second job, I went through one of my CRAFT FRENZIES, which, like any phase, is temporary but strangely empowering while it lasts. So, as though I took a swig of Felix Felicis, I decided we would MAKE ALLLLL THE SHIRTS!!! And by "we" I mean "I" since I lived in a different state at the time was the only one with sewing machine skills and access to my mom's dusty Closet O' Fabric & Supplies From 1987.

So, based on this cheesy photo from our "early years," I designed our shirts simply. "MW" or just "maywood".

Basically, I use material from my aforementioned Closet ^ and from any old thing lying around my house that I  don't really need anymore for the patch design. As for the shirts, themselves, we buy them new for the cheapest possible price. After washing, they artfully fray around the edges, giving them a worn-in look.

This undertaking was born out of a desire to save money while the band paid for a CD and to give our awesome fans something to take home with them. But the experience of laboriously pumping blood, sweat and tears into each shirt by hand sewing them has forever altered my point of view on rock band merchandise.

I mean, where are you most likely to purchase a band shirt? A concert, right? And you probably just have to choose your size because all the shirts are the same, no? I mean, most bands have "tour" shirts that commemorate a particular album/tour, but in an unestablished band like ours, we don't really have much more than the fact that we exist to commemorate, you know? We have an album now, but we played at events for almost 2 years before that happened, so this is what we sold. Anyway, typical band shirts are one design and made in a factory somewhere. You can't even be sure that said band personally designed them. I mean, let's face it, the most involvement they probably had was saying "yay" or "nay" in between being fed grapes and dressed for television appearances. 

The entire concert experience is somewhat impersonal anyway, right? You go and stand in the audience, give a fist pump or two, sing along and then leave. If you buy a shirt, it's just one more piece of clothing that will eventually end up in the Goodwill pile, no? It's not much, maybe, but Maywood shirts are hand-made with love by a lead singer and completely customizable to fit your style. You can forever say that you had a hand in the look of Maywood's advertising campaign. Look, even letter placement is customizable now!

   

But do people really care if it's hand-crafted? Do they really care what it looks like? Do they WANT all of these choices? I don't know yet. Some concerts sell 5-6 shirts while others sell none. I'm tempted to believe that folks just want to be told what to do. It requires less thought and effort. They just want to support the band, you know? Why do we have to make it complicated - trying to get more involved by customizing something just for them? It's exhausting to open up to people in this way - to stop and think about what you, personally, might prefer before taking action. It's easier to just be told what to wear, isn't it? It's easier to be told what's stylish, what's a good song, who to vote for, what to believe, right and wrong ...

Maywood will probably get printed shirts soon. I can't do this forever. My craft frenzy is not nearly as strong as it once was and, as I just mentioned, the market for choices is strangely small so far in the land where Maywood plays. So if you have one, hold onto it! It'll be rare very soon. To order one, go here.

What is worth pouring your heart and soul into? We do it with our music, don't we? Why not give that kind of attention to every aspect of our band? Otherwise, we're just hitting the print button and collecting cash. I don't want to sell you worthless junk. I want it to mean something to you, just like our music.