The Eggbox
I wrote and recorded some songs last year while i was visiting my family in Cape Town. I decided to work in the tiny old garage/shed that my band used to rehearse in back when i was a soft and delicate teenager. We called the room The Eggbox, because of our attempt to soundproof it by gluing layers of egg crates to the walls and the tin roof. I remember the day we did that, because i got high from the strong glue we were using and almost fell off a ladder. Many years have passed since that day and those rehearsals and the space has since been used to store my dads golf clubs and tools, along with junky things that may or may not be used in the future; boxes of old children toys, faded cushions, an old air conditioner, some broken deck chairs. Oh, and a fridge stocked with beer and cape wine. This came in handy during the writing process.
It was summer at this time and hot as fuck in there, as you can imagine. I worked mostly with my shirt off, sometimes wearing nothing but underwear, attempting to conjure up some mystic inspiration in a semi-drunk, dehydrated, sweat-drenched state. Whether this procedure worked or not i can’t say. Either way, it was fun and explorative and felt good to create something in the old egg box again.
I finished the bits and pieces in Nashville, TN, with one of my man loves, Micah Tawlks, and have been sitting on the recordings for a few months. I figure I will put them out now.
Steve
