The reports of our demise have been greatly exaggerated...

Well, not really exaggerated, per se, as they were true. I say 'were' true...

Upon returning from Europe this past December, it was apparent that the three founding members could no longer work together. Abigail had a burst eardrum thanks to a clueless monitor engineer at a festival in Belgium. Largely due to misunderstandings, we had a falling out with our Belgian promoter. Out of frustration with one too many body blows, I pulled the plug on The Gaslights. I didn't touch a guitar for a couple of months (of course, it helped that my trusty '72 telecaster was stolen) and generally sulked about, working, drinking to excess, pondering different paths. So many things had gone so very wrong, and yet...there were accomplishments. Many things had also gone right. Three records to be proud of, the latest (and best)sitting in a big stack in our living room, staring me in the face. All those miles. Three tours in Europe. Two vans. 8 bass players. One dead moose. Countless suicidal-free-roaming-Wyoming-chihua-huas (That's a long story.)

Maybe something different, I thought. Maybe Abby and I could reinvent ourselves musically, do something else. Abby started writing songs, I built a new guitar, we started playing them....

and what do you know? They sound an awful lot like Gaslights songs. I guess that's just what Abigail and I sound like together. I guess in the end it just doesn't make sense to throw the baby out with the bathwater. In the desire to drop the baggage, I nearly threw out everything we'd struggled for. And the baggage would still be there anyway. We are who we are, we've done what we've done, and we sound like we sound. No use denying it.

So, The Gaslights shall soldier on, as Abigail and I for now. We'll be looking for bass players and drummers, and in the meantime we'll be performing as a duo, Abby on her big 'ole Gibson Jumbo and me on my new stratocaster. Looks like a lot of duets on the way. Keep an eye out, here and the myspace site for updates, and feel free to drop us a line any old time.

Thanks so much to all of you that have offered your support these past months, and here's where I have to admit that you were right, all of you. We can't just quit now.

Sincerely,

Chris Meck
The Gaslights