https://www.christopherleelewis.bandcamp.com

https://www.sweet-cheetah-records.com

I'd like to introduce, "They Haven't Figured Out What's Wrong With Me," my new album which reflects my deep sense of personal existentialism over the past few years. Does life have an inherent meaning? The ten songs are about grappling with internal conflicts and trying to make sense of what makes me, me.

What makes this record different is, to most, it would be considered an unfinished piece of work. Rather than go into a studio and professionally record the songs with a producer or engineer, I chose to keep them in pure form, how they were written and intended. I wrote, sang, performed, and recorded all in the comfort of my home. I did not want others' fingerprints on this record, as I should bear sole responsibility.

This record marks a departure from my band LEWIS, which I left earlier this year, making it a true solo endeavor.

The first track, "Enmity" was the last song written for the album and is a song that brings feelings of opposition. "Well, I squeezed out / Then I squeezed in / There's something about it / You squeezed me again."

When I wrote "Palm Meets Pine," I was considering the intersection of different aspects of my personality. It's like two contrasting elements, symbolizing the familiar and unfamiliar. It leans more on change, and less on growth.

"Pixel Debris" emerged rather quickly after I considered throwing everything I own into a firepit and had the realization to, "Put a pin in it anyway / Repair the pixel debris."

"Did You Get a Chance to Look at the Moon?" was written about the Uvlande School massacre in Texas and "Chronic Sigher" is in regards to my observant and hypervigilant nature -- a la, "I don't know what I got into / I don't know what I got." I tend to find significance in the small things, like audibly sighing to myself, much to the chagrin and annoyance of others nearby.

Upon discovering that one leg is longer than the other, causing me to lean while I cook, I wrote, "Why Can't I Stand on Two Feet While in the Kitchen?" The kitchen also represents a theoretical space, and the inability to stand straight, likely symbolizing the feeling of being overwhelmed.

The finale of the album, "Poor Tongue Between 32 Teeth" is a meta-experiment about writing this album. "Scene of the crime / I left my footprints behind / I'm not inclined / To let my melons decline." I am the tongue, and you are a tooth.