FAYARD RETURNS WITH 'SAN MARCOS CINDERELLA'

MAY 13, 2023 -- FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Dallas, TX -- After a four-year hiatus, singer-songwriter Erick Fayard is back with a brand new single, San Marcos Cinderella. 

San Marcos Cinderella represents the latest in Fayard's interest to stretch the envelope and oppose conventional expectations. The new single is available for pre-order now and will stream on all major platforms May 26.

Fayard felt inspired to write San Marcos Cinderella during the early weeks of the COVID-19 pandemic. 

"I thought it (his music career) was over," he admitted. "Considering there was nowhere to go, nowhere to play, I had plenty of time to think. And out of nowhere, this song fell in my lap, and was finished in half an hour.”

Produced by Jonathan Camacho, San Marcos Cinderella showcases Fayard's versatility as an artist. With its intrinsic melodies and catchy chorus, the song is sure to resonate with fans old and new.

"We had to get this right, and choosing to go a softer route made perfect sense. This pays homage to the songs that played in our station wagon and on the kitchen radio growing up."

With San Marcos Cinderella, Fayard proves that smooth and mellow can still pack a punch. San Marcos Cinderella is a testament to his growth as an artist and a reminder that great music can come from unexpected places.

For more information on Erick Fayard and his music, visit his website at www.erickfayard.com.

Contact: booking@erickfayard.com

‘NEVER TRUST A BURP.’

To all my fellow singers out there, has anyone experienced the following:

You’re on stage, giving it all you got, enjoying a nice draft beer in between tunes. The warm Texas sun is kissing you in front of at least 50-60 wonderful people enjoying dinner on a wonderful Thursday…

… when all of a sudden, you feel a burp coming.

You continue singing.

Suddenly, there’s a possibility it may take a turn for the worst with no certainty of the final outcome.

It’s the singer’s ultimate nightmare: letting a burp slip and end up puking on the mic and the guitar in front of a rather large audience.

The more you sing to try and block out the possibilities, the worse the anxiety gets. Which compounds the problem.

No? That hasn’t happened to you? Well, it happened tonight.

I was freaking out.

Midway through Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Dreams’, I had to stop before my fate was sealed. Forever.

Not sure if I got too hot, or the beer got hot, or if, maybe, the keg of Dos Equis went bad. More than likely, a combination of all factors.

The bartender looked suddenly alarmed as I asked her to turn on the stereo because I wasn’t feeling right.

I go in the bathroom to regroup. The AC was on full blast, which felt amazing. My sweat turned into ice water on my skin and I began to calm down.

But now… it’s time to face the embarrassment, tuck the tail between your legs, and get back out there.

After all… I’m no punk bitch. And I’m no quitter.

I get back out there and explain the situation to the audience.

’Sorry for the delay, folks,’ I said. ‘Ever feel like you’re a baby and you just need to be burped?

’Singers need the same thing. Only difference is it could go wrong for us and babies have no problem puking everywhere.’

I actually got a laugh.

I see a couple taking pictures of me, or video, perhaps. I’m certain they were looking to grab the video of the bald dude puking on stage and letting it go viral on YouTube.

Turns out, they asked for my business card because they want me to play for their child’s 9th birthday party.

What?!

So… needless to say… I make it through the gig, sans puke. Got paid with a check, along with a gift card to the establishment, and the bartender even mentioned a few people said they loved the music tonight.

Surprising relief.

I’m loading out my gear and, wouldn’t you know it - the one thing I needed in the first set - comes out in full force!

BUUUUUUUUURP!

God, I hate anxiety.

‘The Music Life’... much like ‘Life, Itself’

This music thing, much like anything in life, is like attempting to get on a super highway:

As a ‘rookie’, you’re so eager to accelerate on the on-ramp and get your ass into ‘life in the fast lane.’ 100 MPH to freedom!

But it’s that damn slow lane, that’s always filled bumper-to-bumper with many others:

They’re either stuck in their anxious ways and can’t handle the speed... stuck in a rut and can’t decide on the next move... or, sadly, have officially had enough and looking for the next exit...

… and it’s always ‘rush hour.’

All you want is a window, and you’ll do whatever it takes to get in... then get a shot at the next move... and depending on what kind of super highway you choose to enter... one more lane... ‘the fast lane.’

If you’re too eager, or too aggressive, you ‘crash and burn.’ If you take your sweet time, or become too timid and indecisive, it messes up the eager guys behind you, leading to another possible ‘crash and burn.’

It’s all about patience and opportunity - waiting your turn - then striking when the window opens.

And never looking back.

THANK YOU!

An exact year ago, I wrote a post to tell all of you that I would be starting a blog, detailing what I imagined would be a very busy year with the releases of my two debut singles, ‘Rain’ and ‘Only One.’

Well.

It turns out that 2018 was so busy that there was no time to fit in a blog post anywhere. Which sucks, because this year was FILLED with amazing experiences - road trips, a flight out west, excessive amounts of Yuengling consumption on beaches, and… above all else… gigs all over America. Literally.

Damn - that’s an awesome thing to say.

This year was, without a doubt, my greatest year career-wise, and there are a ton of you to thank:

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To JONATHAN CAMACHO - my Master Jedi - thank you so much for fitting me into your extremely busy schedule to hammer out the tunes, and continuing to be a pivotal, um, ‘force’ in my journey.

You’re an amazing producer and musician - but more importantly - you’re an amazing person. I look forward to learning more and more from you in the years to come. Thank you!

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To GARTH LaGRONE - my Partner-in-Crime - thank you for letting me tag along with you during two tours, the ‘Christmas Hangover’ tour and the ‘Honky Tonks and Cheap Motels’ tour.

Ten dates in seven states, and traveled across other states, as well. Without a doubt - it was the No. 1 highlight of the year. Thanks, Brother!

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To THOMAS WRIGHT - my Texas Connection - you’ve put me in front of more Texas Music fans than I’ve ever been in front of. Pflugerville, Cottonwood Shores, Kingwood, Midland, Corsicana, Gail, and many, many other points in between.

Got to see some of the most beautiful landscapes of this wonderful state along the way, and it’s all because of your hard work. Thanks so much, Man! (Just remembered - Tulsa! Not Texas, but you know what I mean. Ha!)

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To LINDA WILSON - ‘Madam President’ - I’ve only known you for a short time, but you’ve already opened up a ton of doors for me this year, and I absolutely cannot wait for 2019. Gonna be a blast! Many thanks to you and Richard for everything.

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There’s a ton more that I could list here - I swear, this would take all year - and next year - this is my place to tell you, ‘Thank you so much!’

A great year awaits!

Thank you!

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