This week I’m throwing it back for myself by revisiting a band I was super into in high school. Back then, they were called Good Morning Maxfield and I first saw them in Glenwood Springs, CO at a tiny festival called Strawberry Days in 2008.
I was young and heady and my friend and I got to go to this show alone which we thought was so cool. We were riding high that night (not literally, we were 15-year-old goodie goodies) and decided we would talk to the band after the show (which was easy, backstage was next to a children’s play area). They were all so nice and indulged our teenage excitement (and what I’m sure was not us playing it cool as we thought we were). We bought their album, got it signed, and eventually added them on Facebook (ahhh to be in 2008 again). I kept in touch with a few of them for a couple of years, they changed their name to Fictionist in 2009, and competed for (but did not win) a chance to be on the cover of Rolling Stone in 2011.
I graduated from high school in 2010 and kept up with their music until around 2014 when I graduated from college. Since then, I have followed their goings on via Instagram, but haven’t made much of an effort to listen to their new stuff (though about 2 years ago I got a hankering for the old-school 2007 GMM tunes and, when I couldn’t find my original signed copy, bought what appeared to be one of the last copies on Amazon - it has lived in my car stereo ever since).
This week, we are listening to Fictionist by Fictionist and so far I’m very into it. Maybe it’s nostalgia talking, but I think they are just rad musicians doing what they do.