We titled the new release To whom it may concern like we’re sending out a demo tape. Heh. Get it? To whom it may concern…..you know, like a letter!! We’re fucking clever that way, over here at the ol CH3 writer’s room.
This record, to be released next month by TKO Records contains the the demo versions of all the hits! Put this baby on the turntable and sit back. Imagine you are along for the ride on that fateful March afternoon, as Robbie Fields slipped the cassette into the tape player and history as we know it was altered forever.
Yeah, I know you’ve seen the cover already, but have a look at it again in ………3D!!
These tracks represent our very first attempts at songwriting, and our first visits to an actual recording studio, somewhere around 1980. They were recently rescued from their fragile cassette tape existence by the good folks at Laundry Room Recording Studios, and at first listen we were shocked, touched, and maybe a little embarrassed at the youthful enthusiasm and rawness we heard. It’s quite something to confront the unspoiled vision that you had so many years ago— perhaps like finding your adolescent diary thought long lost. And so there you sit, crouched in the stuffy attic, an aching 45 year old man flipping through the hopes and worries of your own youth.
CH3 pretty much started out as a cover band, with barely enough skill to wing a set of Clash and Ramones songs to get us through a Cerritos backyard party on a warm June night. The backbone of those classic songs naturally infused the DNA of any songs that we would attempt to write on our own. I’d like to think that we wouldn’t embarrass our early heroes, though I don’t suppose they would recognize their influence after the wily notes funneled through our beer soaked minds. As you can see from the track listing, a lot of these early songs ended up on the 80’s Posh Boy releases. A few of the tracks were never pressed into action, with apparent good reason.
At the beginning, just the thought of playing music in front of our friends was breathtaking– never mind the idea of ever writing our own songs and seeing them recorded. Back before the digital revolution, recording was a mysterious process, full of appointments and reels of actual tape, a lot of adjusting of microphones and ordering takeout food. The recording studio seemed a hallowed and mysterious place, and the thought of getting your absolute best take on that magical spinning tape brought both a heightened energy and a terrifying anxiety. And then to sit there in the control room and hear what came out of those exotic playback speakers! It was as if to witness the thing that you created in your bedroom, alone on a lonely and dark November night, suddenly given a little spank on the ass to draw in that first breath.
These tracks reek of that garage on Cortner Avenue. We’re honored to share these family snapshots with you now, and hope you will take them in the spirit offered!
You know that one Uncle who always gets a little too drunk and a little too loud at family gatherings? The one who always seems to corner you at the end of the night and tells you how much fun it was and how much better he looked in 1981? Yeah, that’s it…that’s what you have in your hands right now—Cheers-M