Back from the Fletcher Tour, right in the middle of bringing the new record to the people, I’ve taken a quintessentially Eggish detour to the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts in Amherst, Virginia, where until December 21 I’ll be working on still another facet of the Egg’s manifold rock plan: the Thunderegg History Lesson, formerly known as the Thunderbook.
1. New website
2. Release Platinum LP
3. Release Line Line4. Promote items 1–3
5. Bring the Egg to the people
ThunderbookThunderegg History Lesson
7. Thunderegg greatest-hits compilation (four-track era)
8. New batch of 14 tunes for February Album Writing Month
9. Blow everybody’s minds with the Line Line follow-up, C’mon Thunder (fall 2012)
Every working day, I’m sitting down at my desk and listening to the entire Thunderegg oeuvre (now 355 songs, not counting 102 outtakes) on shuffle. I write as I listen, trying to remember what things were like when each song was written. I think the song lyrics tell one part of the story, but there’s another narrative in there too, especially as the years go by. My job now is focusing on what, specifically, that larger narrative is. Personal definitions of success and failure? Finally not being a choirboy? The bittersweetness of missed connections, of losing people you love? Getting fucked up a lot? Whatever it is, soon there will be a new series of posts here. They’re going to be called Thunderegg History Lesson, and they’ll consist of an embedded Thunderegg song, drawn more or less at random from 1994 to 2011, along with some recollections. In time, these pieces will be stitched together to tell the stories of entire albums. Then I’m thinking that those larger stories can be stitched together to form a history of Thunderegg itself. That, of course, would be the Thunderbook. But I don’t want to get too ahead of myself. For now it’s just listening and remembering.