New Jersey Singer / Songwriter Wade Lynch’s first solo release ‘La Lutte’ offers Americana Rock with slick arrangements and compelling lyrics. Check it out on spotify.
'La Lutte' is an accumulation of a lifetime of dedication to songcraft. Performed by a proven cast of characters and new collaborators. Available now on Amazon Music.
An original EP written by Wade Lynch and Jaki Belghit. Music by Wade and supporting artists Jaki Belghit, Colin Legret, Hannah Cope, Jim Maving, and Alexandra Lynch. Download or stream using iTunes.
Jack Kerouac on the highways and deserted beaches. Americana. The troubadour lifestyle, a suitcase in one hand and a guitar in the other. Leaving everything behind searching for the truth.
I was born and grew up in New Jersey where I experienced a maelstrom of musical influences, from my brothers, with their funky little band, to Mr Vallone, the renowned teacher on my block with everyone under his spell. Like Carl Mazzola, one of the best guitar players in town. You heard it, music caressing the night air when you opened your tiny window in the blazing heat of summer.
I was fortunate to have access to my brother’s impressive record collection, and I learnt from the best. The Beatles, Bob Dylan, bristling with talent and edge, whether through Dylan’s protest songs or the political activism of John Lennon – shot dead on his doorstep because of what he represented.
One person, I figured, can really make a difference.
I spent my youth at anti-apartheid and rock against racism events where I hung out with older guys who taught me the ways of the world. You know, sometimes it’s good to look at things with new eyes.
Americana is everywhere. It is in the spirit of getting up in the morning deeply in love in the baked sunsets of Mexico or in a flat share in London where I ended up in the 90s, in and out of jobs. I was perfecting my song when stumbling into Ellen Blair, who toured with Soul to Soul and Duran Duran. Her support is what drove me forward through the lashing rain of the inevitable.
Americana is everywhere. It’s in France, where I raise my family under a Parisian sky. It’s meeting Jaki and Colin, two amazing musicians with whom I create music for over sixteen years. It’s in the deep love and friendship that we’ve built up over time – the secret ingredient to our music. And it’s working with my newest UK collaborators: Jim Maving, finalist for instrumentalist of the year in 2019 by Americana Music Association UK, and Hannah Cope.
I left France for Galway, looking for work. Ireland, the birthplace of my grandfather, where I was exposed to some of the most culturally diverse music of my life. The enchanting sound of the banjo. Immense accordion virtuosity. Back to my roots where something clicked; these are my people. My people. Ireland, where music is not just music; it’s part of the soul of the country.
Americana is the Wild West, the circus and the freakshows; it’s in the melancholy gaze of the cowboy, Custer’s Last Stand, the savage cold in the dark, in the campfire revelation of song. Waiting for you in the barren landscapes of Paris, Texas and the only-too-human Ry Cooder soundtrack.
I’d love to share with you my latest solo release, an accumulation of a lifetime of dedication to songcraft stripped to its purest form. Looking forward to your thoughts and seeing you at my gigs.
-Wade
Check Your History
We had our summertime
Now it’s all grey skies
Believing my own lies
Walked a frigid mile
On some crooked line
Though You’ve hit your stride
I’ve loved lost and lied
Dive in with both feet
What you do is key
Words they fall short of deeds
Can’t this trial just proceed?
Saviors won’t arrive
Faith can make you blind
Stand here silently
While you Check your history
It’s bound to coincide
With some wounded pride
A wave of pure denial
Watch it linger here
Twisted Solitaire
Like some billionaire
Let’s shed light on his plans
False hostility
Moral Vagrancy
Watch your life skip a beat
Don’t forget your receipt
Down through space and time
Counting on Decline
You can’t trust though you’ve seen
Have you checked your history?
We still have Summer times
Under autumn skies
Believing my own lies
Man-made satellite
Bend both space and time
Cosmic paradigms
It’s your street Plant your feet
Take your turn grab your seat
Young man learned the word
Was Johannesburg
Still a crime that exists
Close your eyes make a fist
Saviors all agree
Dive in with both feet
No strength to deny
The Stranger here inside
I’ve been driven here
Someone took the wheel
Let me stand aside
A rare passive slide
Turned it on a dime
Flipped my head in time
Be that thing you need
As I’ve checked my history
There’s something I gotta say to you
Well it’s no surprise
That big old heart you claim to have
Well it’s full of spite
One thing you gotta know
I’m not one of those
But if it could be done
You’d block out the sun
This big old town been bad for me I gotta say
And so I ran ten thousand miles
Just to get away
All those people I used to know
They’re still the same
I gotta let them know how much that I’ve grown and changed
One thing you gotta know
I’m not one of those
But if it could be done
You’d block out the sun
These holy rollers from one horse towns
They’re without a care
So I ran ten thousand miles where I stood and stared
In a world divided it’s on its knees
There’s a tide to turn on this we all agree
If you build your house from the finest stone
It’ll can carry on when the child is gone
In a world defined by its endless greed
There’s a time to learn feel a stranger’s need
You can build you house from the finest steel
When the child is gone we no longer dream
It’s a race we’re running but its not our pace
You become aware there’s steeper hills to chase
But If you build your house on some solid ground
When the child is gone, letting go feels proud
It Took too long to figure out
Remember when turned into doubts
There’s a space somewhere for me
It Pulls from distant memories
And All this time I’ve run the wheel
Now the blood’s been spilled for real
In this dream we’ve loads of time
But gravity crashed in tonight
It’s a tragedy here that shows
All that weight you bear you must own
But Stick around you never know
Just let me in cause I’m so alone
Like a shadow on the street
An empty shade of what could be
In this dream we’ve loads of time
Then Gravity crashed in tonight
It’s a tragedy that grows
All that weight bear you must own
But Stick I’ll soon be home
Just let me in cause I’m so alone