All good things must come to an end I suppose...
Let us leave it with a toast to the future.
Au revoir!






--- In my_favorite@yahoogroups.com, Double Agent <peter@d...> wrote:
>
> from Michael Grace Jr.....
>
> -----
>
> Friends, fans & colleagues,
>
> This correspondence is to announce the end of a pop group.
>
> Andrea Vaughn has left My Favorite.
> And thus, by all rights, that chapter should be closed.
>
> The Faves
> "With Love Despite Fierce Resistance"
> 1991-2005
>
> -----
>
> That is a long time for dancers to hold a pose, in the
illumination
> of golden lights, in the wilderness of feedback. It is also more
or
> less my whole life post junior prom. It shall take some getting
used to.
>
> The whole unbelievable truth will perhaps be revealed someday in
the
> form of book either I, or a couple others, might threaten to
write.
> Or perhaps it will stay where it's always been覧just beneath
the
> surface of the stormy waters, swimming towards Atlantis.
>
> After more than a decade of making music and memories together,
life
> suggests (or demands) changes. And in the cracks that faith won't
> fill, fractures will occur. You can't build palaces upon rubble.
Few
> things live forever. And that which does覧never dies. Thus
mourn
> judiciously, and celebrate what you can.
>
> We end this band the way most great cult bands end, with a
> combination of frustration and regret, pride and fulfillment. But
> mostly we part as friends, and brethren.
>
> I have had the great fortune to have my songs come to life
alongside
> some remarkably talented and dedicated musicians and people, who
> fought the good fight alongside me with great passion. Lads with
the
> remarkable ability to find a link to my haunted imagination, in
their
> own. My Favorite was truly the golden chain we all formed
together.
> You have not seen the last fruits of that collaboration.
>
> Andrea gave me and our music nearly half her life. She gave this
band
> her labor & her love. She was a uniquely talented artist, the kind
of
> popstar Jane Austen would have created. She gave my words a
> courageous vulnerability, and a kind of dignity, which no one
will
> ever be able to rid them of. I will be indebted to her personally
and
> artistically for all we shared, in so many different ways.
>
> She was the Anna Karina to my Jean-Luc Godard, the poetry in my
> Alphaville.
>
> We wish her nothing but happiness.
>
> -----
>
> The Future:
>
> That leaves us with a partially recorded could-be masterpiece,
one
> that never truly felt much like a My Favorite record to me in the
end
> anyway. It is also an album which Andrea ended up not recording
very
> much for. An unfinished novel missing a main character.
>
> During the last two years of this band's shaky solidarity, I began
to
> plan覧sadly覧for this moment. I wrote the name of an
imaginary
band
> called The Secret History in the margins of my New York Times. I
> thought of what I would do, what I could do, if I had to start
again.
> In the next couple months, this will all begin to take shape; a
new
> project, old faces, a new website and diary, a resurrection of
the
> record, a search for a new Nico, a crime to end all crimes. The
last
> battle.
>
> You will hear more about all this soon...I promise. But what is
> definite now, is that there is no more My Favorite. There couldn't
be
> for me (and probably for you) without Andi.
>
> The last "performance" by My Favorite was during an episode of
the
> CBS soap opera `The Bold & The Beautiful' which aired at the
end
of
> August. One of these links works better on PC, and one MAC.
>
> http://www.lostdetective.com/videos/HCK.html
> http://www.lostdetective.com/videos/HCK-wmv.html
>
> It was a hilarious, yet strangely affecting thing for me to
watch;
> the ghost of a teenage bride swirling about on stage. The
audience
> clapping like we were giving some kind of metaphysical encore.
The
> one line of dialogue: "Maybe there will be a miracle today." In
> fiction, we get happy endings. In life we ask only for second
> chances. For a band that truly was a soap opera, well the good
lord's
> sense of humor, and empathy, never ceases to amaze.
>
> To all of you: The true BOLD and BEAUTIFUL
>
> To all of you who have cared about My Favorite for any part of
the
> decade plus since we crawled out of the toxic waste of Long
Island
> together覧I thank you from the bottom of my heart. From Peter
Green
> to a shy pop kid in Sweden; it took every one of you to make us
what
> we were.
>
> There were amazing moments. Too many to number or describe.
Someday
> I'll get around to doing it.
>
> Speaking on behalf of the band, I know the whole gang deeply
> appreciated all that we have shared together, and all the support
> that we have received over the years from the aforementioned
friends,
> fans and colleagues. No matter what personal or professional
> frustrations or heartbreaks we endured, there was always an email
or
> letter waiting to inspire us when we got home, a story about how
we
> were part of the soundtrack of your lives, and how we gave you
> strength and comfort. I hope you realize that YOU did the same
for
> us. Very few people, who pick up a microphone in their parents'
> garage, get to be told that they are in a band that profoundly
> MATTERS by a few thousand of the smartest, best looking people in
the
> world. As much as the music industry marginalized us, YOU
championed
> us, and given the choice...I would choose YOU a million times in
a
> row. You are My Favorite, and I believe in...well...you.
>
> Speaking on behalf of myself, my life has been truly changed, and
> blessed, by those of you who walked in that downpour of grey
glitter
> alongside me. With a song in our hearts (or headphones), we never
> walked alone. Thank you dears.
>
> When I started down this road, all those years ago... a tender
> teenager in horn rimmed glasses and a second hand Fred Perry,
> surrounded by misfits and prophets, glue sniffers and geniuses...
all
> I hoped to do was share something of the urgent loveliness and
> sadness of our lives, surrounded as we were by a plainness of
> architecture, and ugliness of spirit which defined the suburbs,
and
> (sadly) much of America itself. There was almost something
glamorous
> in defying it, in defining it, as we did. I was consumed with
being
> that dark star, that obscure saint. I wanted to make an art that
was
> as rainy and lush and real and spectral as the coastal towns that
> comforted us at twilight. I wanted to be a sword swallower, and
> nostalgia was to be my sword. I wanted to do something courageous.
>
> Sadly it was always much easier for me to do that in my art, than
in
> my life. But I'm working on that. If I had known then, just how
much
> loveliness and sadness this band would bring to me personally, I
> don't think I would have believed it. And I'm not sure I would
have
> ever stepped on a stage. But I did, and I had company. We were
> glorious failures. But we were glorious.
>
> So that's that. Sitting here on a park bench underneath the
elevated
> subway line, in horn rimmed glasses and a Fred Perry, the world
> appears to me still a divine creation; a place of great turmoil,
and
> great possibility. A place where each cross we bear brings us
closer
> to that which is unbreakable within us. I hope I've earned enough
of
> your trust that you will follow me to what comes next. If I've
> learned anything from all this, it is that one should never hold
> back, or be frightened of, that which is in one's heart. Die with
> your boots on. Live with your boots on. The spaces around us are
our
> sacred battlefield. Strike boldly, but strike only for Love.
That's
> what The Secret History will be.
>
> Stay gold,
> Michael Grace Jr.
> Faculty & Alumni
> School Of The Hearts
> State University of Nowhere
>
> http://www.lostdetective.com