Hey all,

Just so you know: we haven't forgotten your requests for new music. Our latest EP, Won't Be Your Kept Woman is coming out on September 30th as a digital only download. That means you can buy it for less than 4 dollars and have it immediately and anywhere.

We will be giving away a free mixtape too, so be patient for a few more days and then… enjoy!

The guys

Hey Folks,

As you know, we are headed on a small tour in support of Ooh La La, Sha Sha.. (due out September 4th). We are still looking for a few shows. If you know anyone in the following cities that might be able to help us out, please e-mail us at missfairchild@gmail.com

Here are the cities:

Toronto, Albany, Cincinatti, Cleveland, Columbus, Akron, Detroit, Ann Arbor, Minneapolis, Saskatoon, Edmonton, Burlington, Pittsburgh.

We'd love to come to your city, but this do it yourself game can be tough. Thanks for the help!

SD & MF

Oh snap! I don't use this blog so much anymore. GO HERE to read what's being written!

Schuyler Dunlap

Hey People,

Want free music? Here you go:

Number One, free for download:
http://music.for-robots.com

Vanilla Place, free for download:
http://idolator.com/tunes/mp3/stuck-on-repeat-miss-fairchilds-newer-jack-swing-274117.php

Enjoy!
SD

Hey, have you heard? Have you told your friends? Well, get to it! www.missfairchild.com

Miss Fairchild, the Boston-based Pop-Funk band, announce the release of Miss Fairchild Presents the Miss Fairchild Mixtape, a soundtrack for the summer's many pleasures. Showcasing four songs from their long-anticipated second album, Ooh La La, Sha Sha…, plus material from such luminaries as Sly & The Family Stone, Tony Toni Toné, and The Time, The Miss Fairchild Mixtape blends 60 Pop-Funk classics and rarities into a feel-good heat wave that lasts from Sunday morning until Saturday night.

Fans anxious to capture the wild spectacle of Miss Fairchild in concert will not be disappointed. The verve and power of their live show - often compared to a mixtape for its blend of songs, calculated flow and flair for dramatic transitions – will be fully present in The Miss Fairchild Mixtape . Mixed by dj Samuel P. Nice, an accomplished maverick of the online mixtape game, The Miss Fairchild Mixtape will be the perfect companion to The Miss Fairchild Show, providing a context and a platform for their present-day Pop-Funk.

Released in conjunction with their summer concert series Miss Fairchild Presents the Miss Fairchild Show, the 80 minute mixtape will be available as a free download on the group's website, www.missfairchild.com and for concertgoers at The Miss Fairchild Show. The first single from Ooh La La, Sha Sha, "Number One," featured here for the first time, will be released in June of this year, and will be followed by the full length release in September.

Miss Fairchild is vocalist Daddy Wrall, multi-instrumentalist Schuyler Dunlap and renowned producer Samuel P. Nice, aka Sammy Bananas of Certified Bananas.

Many of you have been writing lately to ask what is afoot here at Camp Fairchild; in fact, we have been overwhelmed with inquiry, comment and plea. Well, today I, Schuyler Dunlap, your Original Homemade Superstar, write to you to answer your pleas, allay your fears and relieve your stresses.

After very nearly 2 full years of joy and pain, Daddy Wrall, Samuel P. Nice and myself have completed the final mixes on the much anticipated Ooh La La, Sha Sha. Indeed, the release of our sophomore offering is nigh.

Now, by "nigh" I mean a couple of months away. There are a few loose ends to be completed on the musical and non-musical aspects of the record, but we are closer than ever. In fact, a number of recordings will be leaked over the following months, being made available on the website and at a number of promotional mixtapes to be released at future shows. Look out for these surprises as a limited edition thank-you to those of you who choose to spend your evenings getting down to our music. (As a side note, I hope all of you that picked up a copy of the first installment in this series last month in Boston are enjoying the remarkable work of our very own Samuel P. We think he's pretty special.)

A Tibetan ox farmer lived quietly in the Himalayas. One day, his sole horse ran away. The surrounding villagers came to see him: "So sad. I feel very badly for you and your loss. I hope your bad luck passes soon."

He responded, "Who's to say what's good or bad?"

A week later, the horse returned and brought with it a dozen more horses. The villagers returned, "What great fortune! Congratulations to you for your wonderful luck!"

Again, he responded, "Who's to say what's good or bad?"

The horses needed training and the ox farmer was getting on in years, so it was up to his only son to do the work. After not many days, the son was thrown from the horse and broke his leg in two places. It would be many weeks before he could walk or work again. The villagers again returned to comiserate, "Your only son! How sad for you. What a terrible day!"

You got it: "Who's to say what's good or bad."

Within a week, the Chinese army came through the village, forcing every able-bodied young man into service. They did not take boy with the broken leg. What fortune! But who's to say what's good or bad?

Certainly not some ox farmer that keeps horses, for crying out loud.

Just sayin', 'cause you was askin'. Askin' where the "shout outs/crap outs and say word/say turd went. Who's to say?

Dunlap

A seminal night for Miss Fairchild, this Halloween 2006. Playing at Chicky's Fine Diner in the hamlet of Westbrook, ME, DW, P. and myself had decided to dress as "the old Miss Fairchild." Under those rules, Wrall might have had bigger hair and a different cut to his beard, P. might have worn sweat pants (pink, preferably) and I might have sported an ascot. Upon arrival, however, we found our costumes had already been taken by three enterprising fans. So Caitlin, Liz and Meaghan: way to represent. Maybe we can get some photos up here so the good folks keeping score at home can see. (hint, hint...)

At Halloween parties, you see people dressed as pop stars and musicians all the time; normally, however, those pop stars aren't you.

Until next time,
The Great Dunlap

Okay, okay. Here's what's up:

Shows are great. New York really stood up on Friday for our show with the peerless Don Dilego. Daddy Wrall and I "sat in" for a tune off his most recent record, Photographs of 1971 (hint: buy it). From hearing the new tunes, sooooo many of you have been clamoring for a copy of Ooh La La, Sha Sha... which is as yet unavailable. Let me say this as a teaser: something off this record will become available soon. The form and location of this music is undetermined, but we will put something in your hands, believe me.

And Portsmouth, NH: oh how we love thee! Let me count the ways. Can't wait to get back to the Red Door. See you soon, I hope.

For those of you that braved the rain and cut countless costumed celebrations in favor of getting down mf style: you win. We concede victory.

Many highlights from the weekend, but allow me to relate one in particular:

Driving on I-84 on Sunday, we found ourselves unwittingly in a game of cat and mouse with a family from the great state of Maine. Now, seeing as we travel in a Toyota Camry packed beyond the gills with gear, mannequins and... oh yeah, people. You see, your humble storyteller was packed into the driver's seat while Misters Nice and Wrall were stuffed underneath a smattering of suitcases, effects pedals, clothing and mannequin parts. There was no room for error. Or sight. Or anything. Anyhow, to said family from Maine, Wrall's mannequin entanglement looked awfully humorous... the first time we passed them.

As I said, I could not see a thing due to various whatcamacallits and thingamajigs, so I had no concept of DW's new friendship. Upon our second passing, however, he related the bellowing laughter that we could almost hear over the roar of the open road. Soon, we detected an end game as a camera was spotted and we realized we would soon become the targets of a game of show and tell: "look what happened on the way home from jersey..."

And as we so often must do, we embraced our roles as laughmakers, set aside dignity and a sense of right and wrong, took out the sharpie and pimped our website.

Don't believe me? Of course you do, but everyone likes proof, so skip on over to our comments and view Daddy W + mannequin in all their splendor. If that's not enough. Check the sign (you KNOW how we love signs), Samuel looking cool in the front seat and a human reflection from the inside of the other car.

Through the wonders of the internet, we have been found and now have a new friend or four (Hi Brooke!). You can, too. Here are the steps:

1. Start a band. Preferably a really good one. Be fun, entertaining and visually engaging. (Like, say, Miss Fai... you get the idea.)

2. Have an equipment to vehicle ratio well imbalanced toward equipment. Make some of that equipment quirky. (Think: mannequins, colorful clothing, signs.)

3. Book and travel to shows with no regard for comfort, taking the entertainment of the masses as your guiding light.

4. Pass Brooke and her family on the highway much to their amusement and shout out your website on a paper bag.

5. Have good music waiting when they get there.

Sound good to you? Well, the advice is free this time friends, but we'll see about the future. I might have to start charging for this stuff.

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