Lord Huron riding the wave
So, when does a band go from big to really big? How can you tell, and what does it mean?
If you asked my son these questions, I’m pretty sure he’d tell you that his threshold for success is being able to earn a decent living through his music, which, in my opinion, is an excellent answer.
Here’s an interesting perspective posted on a San Francisco blog called 7x7SF:
"Noise Pop 2014 is over. Long live Noise Pop.
'The dizzying, thrilling, sprawling Bay Area cultural institution is impossible to comprehensively summarize, but here’s what we learned from this year’s seven-day celebration of music, art and film;
"Lord Huron is huger than huge.
"Won’t lie, I was surprised to learn this show sold out so quickly in early December. But now I get it. Lord Huron is on the verge of a tipping point. The band had zero problem filling up the Fillmore’s sizable halls with a deceptively expansive melange of string instrumentation and vocal harmonies, much in the same way Band of Horses or Local Natives can decorate huge spaces with lush, layered audial tapestries. Just when you’re ready to stick to straightforward hee-haw rock comparisons (in part based on lead singer Benji Schneider’s Tom Sawyer likeness), they go all Paul Simon on an audience, with Afrobeat-y steel drum accouterments and epic guitar solo breakdowns."
The above photo was taken by LH fan Chris Penn, and posted on LH’s Facebook page.
The news from Wash World
I was smack in he middle of the scary Wash World chamber Monday when the whole shebang came to a screeching halt.
The conveyor, the sprayers, the slimy tentacles, the jet-engine dragon’s breath … All of it just came to a clanging halt.
A robotic rebellion? Apparently not. A brave Wash World human (you can see him at the center of the above photo) charged in the chamber and, after a few minutes, wrestled the machinery back into action.
Whew! Close call.
Grandson Colin got a haircut, and before you mention those punk-rocker bangs, keep in mind that cutting a 2-year-old’s hair is like trying to thread a moving needle.
It’s not as if you can just ask the kid to hold still and expect cooperation.
Colin’s dad reported that the barber tried to keep Colin occupied by letting him scribble with some kind of marker on a hand-held mirror. He said it worked. To some extent.
We came. We saw. We conquered …
Then we retreated.
Despite predictions to the contrary, my wife and I - with the help of shovels, snowshoes and an ice-fishing sled on which to haul our provisions (mainly liquid) - actually got through the door of our cottage.
We also satisfied our curiosity regarding the ice on Lake Huron. We snowshoed out onto the lake, and beheld the frozen waves.
Then, we discovered that, contrary to the verdict of our plumber, our furnace wouldn’t function unless we turned on the water pump, the consequence of which would have been winterizing the place all over again.
So, we followed our tracks back home.
Seasonal Affective Disorder?
Call us crazy, but my wife and I are considering a trip northward … to see the ice on Lake Huron.
My neighbor says a person could walk out on the lake as far as the eye can see.
If you can’t beat it, join it, Right?