Long time, but a whirlwind of change. Isaac and I have moved to NYC and are working our asses off!

We have a show this Thursday, March 8th. A place called Bamboo, 99 2nd st. Btw 1st ave. & Ave A. Show starts at 7.

I just put two more tracks on the music page. Have a listen.

Michael

Last night was killer. Isaac & I extend our deepest gratitude for a truly special evening.

Howlers was shaking; people were dancing, clapping, and screaming for more. The Freya rocked their chamber music hearts out, & The Isaac Merz Band became the sound heard around Pittsburgh. It was an evening not to be forgot.

Again, your support means the world. From The Isaac Merz Band Sextet, Thank You.

Enjoy the album,

Michael

We just posted a single off of the new album on the music page. Tempting, but NO. check it out, let us know what you think.

I.A.M_ Michael

at Papa Js on May 28th 2010

Thanks to bartender Jeff Holt and all the people who came down to hang out!

On the greener side, the first days of the calender year  are usually cheery yet reserved, immured moments of preparation. Within these belly gazing days, if I may speak in generalizations, there are customs: mapping out the course of the year, generic resolutions (gain x number of lbs, quit smoking using the smokeless nicotine stick your friend presented you for christmas), check finances, consider marital status, STD tests, et cetera and the essentials. These preparatory goals and customs seem irrelevant after a couple months, after the buzz of holiday has worn off and routine is a routine as the same old routine and habits aren’t formed as easily as bad-habits accumulate, and that numbered post-it note on the fridge or tackboard  has some how disappeared…  That must be apart of the ritual too. To fail. Days in successions offering the opportunity to succeed or fail. Minor, incidental mishaps. Great moments of valure in happenstance or the mundane.  Each second is one of the eighty-six thousand four hundred out of thirty-one million five hundred and fifty-six thousand nine hundred and twenty-six seconds until the counter resets.  It is difficult to spend each one wisely, particularly since a cheers is usually what proceeds the initial yell and celebration of time.

First- I.A.M_ and Pizzerias Do Not Mix! Sad to say but this fiery rhythm driven band of two semi-psychotic but irresistibly charming misfits met up fist to fist against gourmet pizza eating wine and  beer sipping (not slamming but light easy sips) well dressed up scale top shelf  valet my mid-life crisis Clevelanders.  Oh yes it went down and i mean went down H.A.R.D!  Wearing 412 on our sleeves we of course  handled business and when the smoke cleared I.A.M_ was left standing. Blitzburgh Sixburgh I.A.M_da-shizzleburgh call it what you want. You know when it comes down to it, everyone knows Pittsburgh owns Cleveland!!!

Second-Do Not Wear Plain white Tee-shirts! This color offends the good people of Cleveland.  After being turned away ever so graciously by numerous bouncers we found out that in Cleveland world white shirts = trouble and i am not talking Saturday night East Carson St. pee on a stranger’s car trouble… We are talking hot gangs wearing expensive rangs got two hot bodies tryin’ to get on top of me… pimpin’ n’ sippin’ make it rain… got a hand on my pistol waiting for the ring of the bell straight bringin’ hell washing down the walls with bullets, stars, fast women and detailed cars.

Third-Sleep When You Can!-  I.A.M_ was rocked to sleep by Posh Army. Thanks again Posh Army  it’s always great to meet up with friendly bands along the way..thanks for letting us crash out on your floor and keeping us up and drinking some hour that i don’t even care to remember. And to the rest of you Cleveland thanks for letting us see the ever so famous west sixth street in all it’s glory… the street run by business casual suits and sexy little numbers rocking hips and lips and sexy tricks!