Like those abandoned theme parks in your twitter feed, Winter Of ’82 has been a desolate, once thriving place. There’s a theme park that’s well known on those abandoned places blogs, called The American Adventure. It’s near here. I visited it as a kid. Now abandoned, it celebrated all things American, in a cartoonish, transatlantic kinda way. You could describe my band the same way, I know…
As I occasionally glanced at the dust settling on everything I’d built with the name Winter Of ’82, I wondered if I’d ever revisit those ideas, those songs, again.
I jumped ship after two abandoned attempts at making records. The first, last Autumn, because it turned into a bad Ryan Adams tribute. The second, you probably know a bit more about.
Trouble is, I never saw my music as ‘me’. I put everything I am into it, but to present it as Chris-With-A-K-From-Birmingham has never sounded terribly exciting. It’s a band, even when I’m the only one here.
So it’s time to dust off the tools. Reboot the systems. Fix the bugs. My work with bleeding edge tech will change the sound of Winter Of ’82, it has too, but it shouldn’t change me.
I’ve been nervous about changing what Winter Of ’82 means. I’ve been a piano and guitar man to this point; health + amazing technology will force a change. I talked about this with Imogen Heap. “You just to find the thing that’s you in all of this (the technology), your voice” was her advice. Seems obvious, but it takes somebody brilliant enough to point it out.
Right; let’s see if this thing still flies.
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