If you don’t know, Electric Co.

Dearest Reader of what I write,
I was working in the studio today and everything went dead. The dipping doppler whirr of my computer and electrical snap of the speakers told me that something more critical than a simple crash was at bay. I checked the fuses and all seemed fine but I noticed on a visit to the street, that there was an eery gauze of stillness everywhere. Save the distant purr of the odd car and the hum of a jet scraping it’s way to somewhere far above, everything seemed to have stopped. People began to spill out of their houses and stood, necks craned staring back up at the walls as if some great hand might have come from the sky to carve a message on to the bricks telling them why their Sunday afternoon television program had been cut short. A neighbour asked me if my power had gone too, telling me that he’d spent the last 15 minutes on the phone to an answer machine informing him that whatever the problem might be, it was in hand and would be resolved as soon as possible. There was nothing we could do, so we all filtered back inside and checked the candle supply, just in case. I’m sure that whatever the issue with the power may have been, it will be fixed soon and all the things we depend on, from the spinning cogs and belts in our washing machines, to the tiny silicon circuits behind the metal chassis of our PCs will twist back into motion and work for us again.

Some of you may have noticed that I have been away for a while. Away from here I mean. I still inhabit my body as far as I am aware - unless all of this is some sort of Matrix-esque super reality, in which case I am writing to the computer which controls it all anyway (If it’s plugged in). I was away because I had some stuff go down in my life and the power just went off. When I am hit, like the spinning blades of an unsuspecting fan, with shit, my natural inclination is to go inside and wait. It is my own version of a power cut. I don’t chose it. It happens to me. I wait until the little synapses, like the men in white coats at the station, rebuild the broken wires and allow charge to swirl about the mesh of cells again. I am sorry about my absence and appreciate you coming back to visit. I may take a bit of time to gain my stride again but soon I will be prancing about like Bambi - rest assured. As far as what type of shit hit the fan? You’ll hear about it in many a song I am sure. Just peel back the edges and look in.

I hope that all of you out there are well and that electricity is flowing happily all around you.

Jx