Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Ian Grimble and Richard Matthews of Communion Music at 2KHz, Crouch End, London
It's here where we'll spend a few minutes discussing our wiring, thanks to the music of the British trio, We Have Band. Some of us are born with all of the wires basically where they're supposed to lie. They run up and down the spinal cord, to the legs, into the heart and brain and tangle only with the blood and water that it needs. Right out of the package, we're in good shape and there aren't many things that can reach in there and screw around with things. There are plenty of exterior factors that can have a say, sure, but the basic hardwiring is fundamentally up to specifications and there's not more that you can ask for. Then there are others of us who were born with defective wiring. It's as if we were on the assembly line and they ran out of the good stuff, so they packed us full of cables and cords that had been stepped on with thick-soled boots already, twisted and kinked wrong. We were one of those cars that came off the line around quitting time on a Friday night. Shit, think of how many of us were conceived roughly around this time on a Friday night. There is always plenty of room for error and we get a lot of it. When the wiring's screwy, there's nothing that can be done to sort out the mess.
It's a wiring issue when it comes to the people that find their ways into We Have Band songs. They sing, "Can't change the way we're made/Nature will nurture you," and it's a feeling that they're going to have to just roll down the river - rapids and all - bumping into rocks and nearly drowning some times. These are the sink or swim moments, that Thomas Wegg-Prosser, his wife Dede Wegg-Prosser and Darren Bancroft write and sing about. They are those moments when, uncertain or not, a choice has to be made and an action has to be initiated. Many of these stories come out of places of great questioning - like, what the fuck are you doing, why is everyone and everything so messed up, why doesn't any of this get better? A typical person and a typical observer are like those found in the song "Visionary."
A pale faced redhead on the social scene
Sickly looking teenage with American dreams
Limelight living lots of giving
A tender touch on a body bruised
A visionary you are not
Absent minded you forgot
Rolled up screwed up torn apart
To fit inside a melting pot
An hourglass turned upside down
Empty heart turned inside out
Pick a story make it yours to tell
And on your knees you tell so very well
All your feeling we're receiving
Break the spell a change will come.
While wanted, the rewiring is not inevitable.