Tombo here with your latest update on Battlehooch happenings! We are very excited to release “It’s Me” into the world, our latest single written by yours truly. Find it both digitally and as a Limited Edition Flexi-disc (plays on a record player) here

It's Me single

In January 2016, the band and I headed to Southern California to spend a week writing songs. Seeing an opportunity to sneak in a motorcycle ride, I geared up and left San Francisco on highway 1 headed south. Chilled to the bone on my first night’s ride, I stopped on a particularly lonely section of road south of Big Sur to warm my body and ease my nerves.

The rumble of the rocks crashing with each wave against the seashore replaced the snarl of my bike, and for a moment I pondered my existence, how small I was in the universe, and how vulnerable I felt at that moment – was there some beast waiting in the shadows to make a midnight snack of me? Suddenly the sounds seemed to amplify  and overwhelm me as my mind spiraled into a state of primal fear. I quickly suited up and got back on the road;  relieved to hear my machine come alive once again, a feeling of companionship settled my worried mind. I journeyed on through the night, missing the one person I wanted to share it all with.

The song features a saxophone loop which is a leitmotif for the resulting centaur of me and my machine as we roll down the road together. Since it is dealing with fear, vulnerability and loneliness, yet striving to evoke the feeling of movement to the listener, the song has a melancholy feel paired with a seductive and active bassline; a hemiola against a steady and simple drumbeat.

Thanks for reading! Here are the lyrics to “It’s Me”, followed by a few photos taken on the trip.

It’s Me

Desolate reaches remind me of beaches
when it rains or when there’s a storm.

In my head, it’s a deafening dread,
a fear that crashes upon the seashore

Of what? It’s me, it’s me.
And how do I escape my doing?

The comfort, compassion of
my sole companion:

a fire breathing centaur,
a stubborn beast that sets me free.

Of what? It’s me, it’s me.
And how do I escape my doing?

Free, and I want to be with you.
Alone, and I want to be with you.