 |  |  As one of Dallas' thriving rock ensembles, Fallen From The Nest is at the forefront of talent in their genre of aggressive alternative rock.
Receiving much success and critical acclaim from their national debut "grow."(2003, BPL Records), FFTN has spent the last 3 years touring to promote the album and introduce themselves to new audiences across the nation and as far as Central America. They've shared the stage with Candlebox, Social Burn, Burden Brothers, Edgewater, Vallejo, Powerman 2000, Finch, Deaf Pedestrians, The Vanished, The Feds, Sidekick Mafia, and a slew of amazing bands all over the country.
Since the band's initiation in 1997, they have amassed a sizable collection of news articles, radio interviews, and airplay in Texas, Louisiana, Messouri, and many other cities around the southwest United States including cover stories in Harder Beat Magazine in November 2000 & August 2004. With so much support, Fallen From The Nest cannot help but make their presence known.
This youthful foursome received several nominations in many of the annual Dallas Music Awards and WON Best Alternative Rock Album in 2004 and Best Acoustic Performance in 2003.
Fallen From The Nest latest release, "It's On!", has already outsold their previous 2 releases combined. They're not suprised though. "We knew we had something special with these songs," explains Dickey. "That's why we called Jeff [Blue] and Alex [Gerst] ." Half of the album was produced by Jeff Blue (Linkin Park, Korn) and recorded by the Pipes Bros (Drowning Pool, Deep Blue Something), and half was produced and recorded by 3-time Dallas Local Music Award winner for Best Producer -- Alex Gerst (The Feds, Slow Roosevelt). Good call, guys. Radio stations in 3 states have already seen the tile track in rotation.
FFTN's progressive and distinctive sound has deemed them worthy of success in the eyes of many 'industry' reps - but the overwhelming response from the audiences who never miss a word or beat is evidence alone that great things are happening for the band.
| | | |  Brent • Bass • Vocals
The first album I personally bought with my own scratch was Michael Jackson's "Thriller". This record (literally) spun on my turntable until I scratched it unplayable. I needed something new. Although disco satisfied my youthful craving for soul, it had no passion. So in trying to find the furthest thing from music my parents would own, an older guy in my neighborhood had given me tapes by the Sex Pistols, the Misfits, the Clash, the Ramones, Seven Seconds, The Meatmen, TSOL, and the Dead Kennedys (to name a few). I was in love. I wanted to hear more.
A few years later I met a guy that seemed confident he could sneak me into a show to see Dallas' own Course of Empire. This was the first concert I ever saw and this is where I determined I wanted to make music for the masses. Having been raised on a strict regimen of disco, I was magnetically drawn to play the bass.
Although I had no idea what I was doing, I jammed with an
accomplished guitarist/dude who lived across the street. He taught me where the notes were, which I've since forgotten, but at least I had a direction.
Years and many broken bones skateboarding later, I joined a band called Sons In Conflict. We played a house party where the attendees laughed and pointed at us. They were right ...we sucked. That band ended and I joined another band, and another, and another, and so on. The bands I played in include Greeny Peel's Sunday Split Gang, Stickpin, and Bedsore. At the end of my run with Bedsore I had thrown in the towel on Rock 'n Roll and didn't play for several years. Then I saw Dickey. He was waiting on my folks and I at my favorite restaurant and he gave me a disc of FFTN and you can see the rest of this story at a venue near you. | | | |  Dickey • Vocals • Guitar
I've always dreamed in music. I confess: I learned everything from Boyz II Men. I chased girls and listened to R&B until eighth grade. I got a guitar. After finding Nirvana and pot, things seemed much clearer. One day my parents forced me into a Catholic youth group. There I encountered a stinky, scrawny kid who loved grunge and taught me to play. After two months, the first song, "Heroine", was born.
Now I reflect on everything FFTN has been through: parties with nothing to drink except Mad Dog, bad management, cops, clubs, CDs and studios. I've cut part of my thumb off with a bread knife in a restaurant, went to the hospital and still played a show. I've been arrested for nothing. I started smoking cigarettes to help my voice, so I wouldn't turn out like Billy Corgan. The Smashing Pumpkins rock! To sum it up: I'm the guy that would rather listen to and play music than watch TV. It feels like I've only scratched the surface. | | | |  Munnch• Drums• Vocals
I discovered my passion for music at an early age. My mother would sing to me late at night, so every night I would fall asleep thinking, "Music has GOT to be better than this!"
By the age of 12, I had started rewriting hit songs for fun. "Black or White" by Michael Jackson became a song about Davey Crockett and the Alamo, and Sir Mix-a-lot's "Baby Got Back" became "Baby Got Breath," a tribute to the rancid disgustingness that festered inside the mouth of my 8th grade history teacher.
10th grade found the true beginning of my "musical career". They called me Munny and he was Sammy G, and together we were two not-so-poor suburban white kids known as the feel-good gangsta rap group "Cue Ball" (Bustanut Records). With emotionally poignant lyrics like "I blast past yo ass fast so don't provoke / 'cause my past has the mass of the grass I smoke," we had easily made a name for ourselves by second semester, but we needed original beats.
One day my little sister, Kim, sat me down on her drumset and explained about kick drums, hi-hats and cymbals, but I still didn't get it. My drummer friend Tim gave me some CDs to borrow: Nirvana, Green Day, Smashing Pumpkins, No Doubt, Bush. He said just to play along.
By 12th grade I realized that rap wasn't musical enough for me. I needed distorted guitars and vocal harmonies to tickle my nutsack. So a search for a band began and I learned how many people suck at music! I mean, really! Finally, I found Dickey. At the time we were enemies at school, but music has a way of overpowering everything. Needless to say, we fell in love with the way we play music together. Sounds gay, but it's true.
A few years later Brent joined the band, and the groove section was complete! And here we are now, rocking our asses off everywhere we possibly can. And the story continues... | | |  |
