"The devil sends the naughty winds, To blow the skirts on high; But God is just and sends the dust, To fill the bad man's eye." -1935
Some things are more important than music videos and new records.
It’s January 13th, 2025. I’ve been evacuated from my home under the oaks in Topanga for about a week now. Maybe you’ve heard about the LA fires. For the time being, I’ve seen maps showing my little spot under the oaks safely nestled about half a mile from the fire line on the western flank of the Palisades Fire. However, a new round of Santa Ana winds is forecast from tomorrow through Wednesday. Until then, I’m displaced, driving around in my truck filled with the things I managed to pack before leaving—a privilege so many others didn’t have. It’s an interesting moment, standing in a room surrounded by the things you’ve accumulated over a lifetime, faced with the decision of what to take and what to leave behind. Unfinished projects turn into broken pieces of data. As you leave each room, you say a quick goodbye because you’re not sure if you’ll see any of it again. Trust me, I know.
In some way, I’ve become a custodian of the things I salvaged from the home I lost in the Woolsey Fire. Those items have become precious to me, as though I have an unspoken responsibility to care for them again. But don’t shed a tear for me—so many others have lost far more than I have.
LITR and BREAKERS II: Having said all that, I’ve had a lot of time to think. The holidays slowed progress on the Hadder music video, and now my evacuation has delayed it further. I don’t mind, though. I truly believe that, much like the empty spaces between notes are essential to composing music, so is the space and quiet time between creative endeavors. This time has been nice for me—it gave me a chance to reflect on the work I’ve been doing.
I’m looking forward to returning to my oaks—if the house is still standing after this next wind event—so I can finalize my little LITR video vision. I will say I’m quite pleased with some preliminary video renders I’ve been watching recently. On top of that, I’ve also started tracking the next Breakers record, a promise I made to myself late last year: to finish it in 2025.
I’ve begun the next record with a song called “Out of the Black”, a track written during my time with TOR, a band I was working with while I was living at 200 North. It could easily have appeared on the first Breakers record. Most of the vocals and keyboards are already tracked—about 95 percent. Now, I just need to complete some new music and arrangements under the vocal compositions.
Just before evacuating, I had a few guitar days where I think I unlocked the “guitar code” beneath the vocal lines. Believe it or not, tracking guitars under completed vocal lines can sometimes be easier than writing vocals over guitar parts. The vocal lines create a nice roadmap for composition and chord selection. Each method has its yin and yang. Ultimately, you need to find magic in the relationship between chords, movements, syllables, and spaces—they all need to complement each other in some strange, beautiful way.
I may track five or ten guitar parts before finding the magic pattern that dances with the vocal lines and rhythm section. Right now, I’ve got a mix of just the vocals and tempo with me, and I listen to it often. Sometimes, I hum guitar parts as I listen—it’s like reverse songwriting. It’s as if I’m singing with a guitar. Guitar solos often come to life this way, especially ones that erupt after choruses. I’ll literally sing a solo to determine the note register I’m hearing and feeling, then mimic that register on the guitar.
Last night, while driving, I hummed a dueling guitar solo part for this new song into my voice recorder. The guitar arrangement after the main solo in “Long is the Road” was written exactly this way, as were many guitar parts on the Breakers record.
As far as "Out of the Black" goes, this first song is a powerful, uptempo, Thundersteel-esque track with some old Manowar sprinkles on top. It’s a song about the home I lost to fire and my journey back to the land of the living—a fitting start to the new record, considering recent events.
“Up from ashes
up through the firestorm
Nothing can stop me now.
Forget the past life
I’ve fallen off the edge
Written off such a long time ago.
Kicked down and held back
I’m fighting again
Scratching my way to the top
Take everything I’ve got
I don’t give a damn… no.
One shot in the dark…
Ride up… Out of the black… to destroy your enemies.
Ride up… Out of the black… until you’re all they’ll see.
Out of the Black.”
Regardless of what happens in the coming days, thank you to all the amazing firefighters—both air and ground—who put themselves in harm’s way to try and save my little place under the oaks. God bless you all. Stay safe.
– J