No News Is Good News?

It’s actually not that I have no news, really; it’s just that the news is that things - songs, shows, thoughts, dreams, chocolate-chip cookies - are all in-progress and not in a shareable state just yet. When I posted on the blog back in March (hold up, are these things even still called “blogs”? The term feels massively 2014 in a bad way, but to call it a “journal,” or “news,” or “literature” feels like a stretch. If anything, given that the readership is mostly me-one-year-later, it’s a diary, but boy, that doesn’t feel great either. Let’s try it out, though. First, I’ll need to figure out how to cut off a sentence mid-parenthetical…) -

Dear Diary,

When I wrote to you in March, I had just two songs banked for The Wirelight’s forthcoming LP, but now I have five! By anyone’s measure (but especially by my measure, since that’s the one we’re using), it was a productive spring, and I’ve got two more songs tracked and ready for mixing and polishing. I suppose I’m shooting for a ten-song album, which, to me, feels like the “correct” number of songs, even though I’m sure that number is just rooted in whatever was happening in the world of album construction during my formative years in the nineties; if nothing else, it would feel like a personal achievement to surge past the paltry eight-song selection presented on my last two full releases. I did successfully release a ten-song album called Flood | Lights in 2011, but then I unreleased it a few years ago, so that probably shouldn’t count.

Diary, you’re cool and all, but it feels weird to direct my thoughts to you instead of to the faceless internet. You already know all these things. You are me. And, no offense, but you’re actually kinda creeping me out, so I’m going to sign off for now and revert to my usual information-delivery system.

Kisses,

Lewis

Phew. Okay, now that that’s out of my system, let’s just try and wrap this thing up. One important part of 2024 that has yet to be covered in these hallowed halls of blogdom: last summer, I hired a company to build me a goddamn, bonafide, real-life home studio. Like, it’s not a guest room. If you’ve been an avid reader of these posts (and Shirley, you have been), then you know that I spend a lot of time harping on the various good and bad locations where I’ve set up bogus recording rigs, so this is a fairly big deal. Maybe one day I’ll take Instagram on an inside tour of the facility, but for now, a few pics will have to do. Rest assured, it sounds killer, is spacious enough to support rehearsals for at least a six-person band, and leaves me with only myself to blame if my recordings don’t sound good.

I’ll check back in with yas when the album’s closer to finished and/or we have some shows scheduled.

Until then…good night and good luck.