On January 7th, J.R. Gilmore released Through the Belly of the Beast on the independent label, Santa Rosa Records.
The EP was recorded in the historic Alois Walter house, in Castroville, Texas. It’s a primitive roots project dripping with elements of psychedelia.
The project was produced by J.R. Gilmore, mixed by Kramer, and mastered by Bobby T. Lewis. Artwork created by Gilmore.
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Ghost Parliament’s debut release, SOS, is a collection of 5 tracks recorded in isolation during the lockdown. Jordan Essary (drums) and Bobby T. Lewis (guitar) first met at Texas A&M University in Corpus Christi, TX. “I tell people we met in college, and then I always follow up with, ‘Yea, Jordan was one of my first students,’ which is hilarious. I was teaching filmmaking at the time.”
Working on the EP Mighty Was Your Light, Bobby asked Jordan to sit in on drums during a rehearsal session. “I was trying to wrap my head around the sound I was going for and thought having a drummer would give me clarity. The session didn’t really gel, but I asked Jordan if he’d like to jam before we packed up. The next thing you know, several songs were written, and Ghost Parliament was born.” A few weeks later, Bobby moved to Los Angeles, CA and Jordan moved to Ozark, MO.
The duo stayed in touch over the years, and eventually, Bobby accepted a teaching position in Springfield, MO. “It was like the stars aligned, and we picked up right where we left off.”
Making the record was a process of trial and error. “Playing live with Jordan is everything, so surprisingly, recording alone was a challenge for me. I lost count of how many recording workflows I tried — most to no avail. The student became the teacher, Jordan mixed the record, and Chris Hanzsek helped us cross the finish line with his mastering chops.”
The record is a love letter to folks and places left behind. Given that, Ghost Parliament’s first directive is quite simple: Play it loud.
SOS was released on the independent label, Santa Rosa Records on December 2nd, in the year 2022.
On October 23rd, a Sunday, in the year 2022, Bobby T. Lewis released his latest EP No One Never Said It on the independent label, Santa Rosa Records.
“I wanna understand what goes beyond the sky.”
The album is a yearning of sorts. A yearning for beauty. A yearning for understanding. A desire to know a thing that can never be fully understood.
“Time to bring it down and bring it down with fire!”
Words are simply words. Words merely scratch the surface of intent. They are mere utterances we’ve connected with insufficient meaning. A true conundrum as we trudge ever deeper into the nuclear age.
“It’s in a no man’s mind. It’s with no man’s hide. It’s with no more lies.”
The nostalgic EP was recorded in Seattle, Washington. And beautifully mastered by Chris Hanzsek. The project is dedicated to a dear friend, Doug Smith.
Keep up with the latest happenings of Bobby T. Lewis, both visual and sonic, by visiting his website and Bandcamp. All hail analog.
On September 4th — the day of the sun — Bobby T. Lewis dropped Bernard St. on the independent label, Santa Rosa Records.
The three tracks will pull upon your heartstrings, and let you know that everything will be okay. And as always, the project is in low fidelity.
Bernard St. is a surreal glimpse behind the veil of mist. A sonic reflection of a spirit gone awry — down a path of introspection, artistic fulfillment, and heartbreak.
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Written and recorded over three days in Denton, Texas. Dedicated to Papa. All hail analog.
On a crisp December 5th, in the year 2021, Bobby T. Lewis released Sweet Summer Spirit on the independent label, Santa Rosa Records. And as the cryptic rain came down on a dark December night, a winsome melody resonated with my tired spirit.
What it was, I couldn’t quite pinpoint, but one thing I felt for certain was an overwhelming sense of peace. A reprieve from evil — in low fidelity mind you.
A cool dewdrop on a hot summer morning. A warm kitten curled up by the fire on a cold night. An old record sputtering music from an ancient age — both dead and gone, but an age that was never really forgotten. These are the emotions that pique upon the brains of those who dabble in the sonic iridescence of Bobby’s latest project, Sweet Summer Spirit.
What was once a shallow well of electrified madness, is now a stripped down landscape of timeless beauty.
As the ghostly vocals pierce through the misty soundscape of Bobby’s latest release, it reminds one of a time that was almost lost, but a time that was never really found. It’s an intermission of sorts — preparing for the path ahead.
Sweet Summer Spirit is sunshine at dawn — deep within the rolling hills of Missouri. A radiant sound that is both bright and introspective, yet ever so tenuous and distraught with heartbreak — disturbed only by a single drop of rain.
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