The David Mayfield Parade

Recording Records and Making Them Too

dmp_admin — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 14:39:50 +0000

We may have broken the record for most neglected site on the interweb but it’s for good reason. David has been making a new record! Here’s how we know:

1) He sent us the above picture, which was shot by Crackerfarm.
2) Crackerfarm only shoots men in studios making records in suits
3) David is leaning on the consul that recorded Stevie Wonder and Sir Paul’s hit…Ebony and Ivory (we may be making that up?)
4) Look at his pensive thought gaze… that’s a man who just made magic on tape
5) Lastly, if you look carefully enough, you will see evidence of Jim Reeves’ ghost projected off the reel to reel…

It’s another Nashville miracle!

Santa Dave say’s SAVE yo ho ho MONEY!!!

dmp_admin — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 13:58:51 +0000

This holiday season we are offering 20% off on all our merchandise sold at our online store. To give the gift of bearded love please click HERE

We Believe In Santa Cross

We’ll Fly Away! We Love You Lauren, Matthew, Lindsay, Harry, Dave, and Tommy!

dmp_admin — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 10:01:32 +0000

We have had such a wonderful journey on this tour and are so proud to have been in the company of such beautiful people as well as terrific musicians and fellow travelers.

And as hard as it is for us to say goodbye to Lauren Shera and Matthew And The Atlas, we have developed what we hope with be a lifetime bond with these truly fantastic people. We’re honored to call each one of them our friends. So on that note, and in the great by and by: Let’s Fly Away!!!

I’ll Fly Away – From The Debut Of Communion In America 2011

Lauren Shera, Matthew And The Atlas, and The David Mayfield Parade

Out Of The Forest And Into The Woods

dmp_admin — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 15:57:43 +0000

And Of Course Tomorrow We’ll Be Camping And Playing On Mulberry Mountain!:

We’ll be the ones under the big top tent!

Once I Was A Bird Two

dmp_admin — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 17:38:50 +0000

We have seen a lot of things in our day, but we had never seen a boxer looking for a fight. But alas, there he was, at a bus stop right there in the middle of an empty mall parking lot, probably waiting to be shuttled to the arena.

He was quite a sight to behold. Be-robed in fine silken linen as he was. Like a messiah at Turkish Bath. Emblazoned on his back in bright gold-glittered lettering was his name, Paul “Southpaw” something-or-other… We can’t quite remember but we did know one thing, he was a southpaw! Now we didn’t know what that meant, we just assumed it implied he had catlike reflexes but we found out real quick this wasn’t the case cause he didn’t get out of the way when we ran him over with our 1986 AMC model, 21 Passenger, Surpro-seater van, which we were sold on because the dealer said it was a limited edition and David’s kinda a collector…

Well,come to find out it really is a limited edition and very very rare, which makes parts for it nearly impossible to find, so of course we have to improvise occasionally to make it road worthy and up the standards of Tennessee law, which is why when we hit him with our bumper, we also impaled him with 1958 Desoto Firesweep signal light. Oh it was terrible mess. Fortunately Shelby Means is a doctor by religion and fixed him right up…

Anyhow, that’s not what here to talk about. We’re here to tell you about our excitement that we are going out on the road with our friends Matthew and the Atlas and Lauren Shera on a very special tour for Communion

In the spirit of collaboration, joy, and the Jewish New Year, we humbly give you our version of Laura’s beautiful song,

“ONCE I WAS A BIRD”

The David Mayfield Parade covering Once I Was A Bird

Paste Magazine Announces Fall Tour

dmp_admin — Wed, 07 Sep 2011 18:01:07 +0000

We are pleased to announce Communion’s debut tour in America. We’re thrilled to be playing with UK’s own Matthew & The Atlas along with the talented singer/songwriter from Lauren Shera.

PASTE ARTICLE

Americana The Beautiful

dmp_admin — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 03:28:24 +0000

Americana Music Association announces their line up:
Americana Music Showcase Announcements

A review from across the pond:
Americana-UK.com

And from here in the good ole US of A:
americanaroots.com

Not to mention the Never-ending Netherlands!
Americana Music – Akron, OH en vergezelde zich door een grote groep muzikale vrienden en vriendinnen, waaronder de Avett-broertjes.

The Dice Vice

dmp_admin — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 19:09:47 +0000

The Tender Gentleman calls out that he’s been had again. We know this is true. We’ve all witnessed his eager participation in back alley dice games before, his long face from empty pockets that once held a weeks worth of pay. It’s sad really. What can we do? We’re just a rock-n-roll band.

K and Ms. Means have counseled him the best way they know how with a set of “before” and “after” pictures they carry around with them in their “healing bag”, depicting men in similar circumstances, lost in the throes of their vice, with dark circles under their eyes and mismatched shoes.

The Tender Gentleman Pictured In The Foreground After Losing His Shoes In A Bet

These torrid depictions of a lifestyle most foul are only brightened by the images of their future selves who’ve cast off the demons and are saved from despair, all happily standing in DMV lines of various lengths with wide grins that evidence their new contentment with the world.

But no one can talk The Tender Gentleman out of sinning so hard. He just as pleased to bide his time til pay day rolls around again to make his “travel” versions British pub classic’s such as snakes bites from beer and fruit juice boxes and ploughman’s from found fruit pull-ups and orange cheese doodles.

We can only hope now that by telling you all of our personal band inner working’s, it will encourage many of you not to follow in our dark folly. We love you after all.

The “Crazy” Writer Inspires Us All

dmp_admin — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 19:12:32 +0000

A thought before we go on stage to open for the legendary Willie Nelson. A hero to all of us out here on the road. Many years ago when we were still just kids looking out on Daddy’s pond, which he insisted was classifiably a lake as defined by Delores Getty a certified “Realitor” and friend of the family, who said that any body of water larger than fifteen square feet is technically a lake. But if I’m being honest, I think he only called it that to justify his ad in the local Penny-saver that listed our house as a waterfront property. I guess so he could fetch a premium for the ole place, which is still for sale.

Anyhow there we were sitting by the brackish water just discussing with one another the possibilities that might exist in the world for small town truants just trying to get by on a 50-cent-a-week allowance and a BMX bike cobbled together from the parts old 10-speeds. Who knew then what we know now.

We were prime candidates actually and it only now makes so much sense. Music would become our salvation! Music would lead our lives of course! Yes, music! Music because we hated church and liked guitars. Music, because we had something to call ourselves, a place to go, and something to spurn us on. A reason to exist! For THE BAND! For the MUSIC!

We practiced tirelessly everyday in Daddy’s tool shed, which he called the “guest house” and we got our first gig. We’d be opening for “Masquerade”, northern Ohio’s 2nd loudest Billy Idol cover band, at the Kent State Jobs Fair. We were so excited. We just referred to it as “the gig”. And that’s all we ever called it too. The gig. Never has a word in the English language been so over used than “gig” was that summer. We’d just throw it in a sentence even if it was completely out of context, like “Man, I can’t believe my step-brother thinks he can come into my room any time he feels like it and take my shit, even if he does think I won’t notice because of the gig. It’s just not cool is all.”

Yes, after joining this distinguished union of the “working” musician. We would spend hours just basking in the fellowship we were pretty sure would follow. Any day now we’d be paling around with Jimmy Page and Pete Townsend, and why not? Weren’t we all “gigging” musicians after all? With gigs.

Ah, but tonight is one of those nights you think back and you pinch yourself because you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to be playing music. The one thing you know. The one thread that continues throughout your life and keeps you on the ground and out of tall buildings and away from people who say “let’s put a pin in that idea and come back to it.” And for that we are so humble and grateful.

Thanks for the gig Willie!

Obits, Tidbits, And A Bit More

dmp_admin — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 21:02:02 +0000

In mere days we have traveled this wonderful country of ours and we couldn’t feel or smell any fresher if we tried.

Of course we appreciate the condolences that have been pouring in from all over the world regarding the loss of our friend Lucky “Frances” Giarmo, who died suddenly this week from ring around the collar.

As some of you know, Lucky’s nickname was Mutton Chops cause he loved lamb so much and ate it about every meal. Of course he preferred to be called Izzy but no one could remember that so we stuck with Mutton Chops or occasionally MC, which he liked okay so long as no one ever called him Lucky, for the simple reason that he really wasn’t.

So we’d like to take a moment out of our busy day of driving around looking for the perfect place, ideally a spot that’s far enough away from the road that we won’t get hassled by the police when we throw out his ashes, to thank everyone for your well wishes.

We played a salsa festival last night in Los Angeles (sorry you missed it) and we think it was mucho well received by the music lovers out there.

We love LA! and Randy Newman.