Lord Huron
Lord Huron takes me to a distant place, a place from my strangest high-altitude dreams.
It’s a world of desert nights, where men in wool ponchos and cowboy hats sit on cold stones and share whiskey from dented tin flasks
a world of vertigo-inducing star spattered skies and all-too-close howls and yapping of beasts unknown
filled with moonlit apparitions from past lives
and lonely souls who banished themselves to rolling waves of sand.
It’s a world filled with naive but abiding hope
where the good die young
and you’re one of the good ones.
Best for: driving with all the windows rolled down, folky dance parties, drinking with friends, drinking by yourself (not condoned).
Live
I've seen Lord Huron three times now. The first time in Seattle's best live music venue, Neumos. The second two times in my least favorite venue in NYC, Terminal 5. The fact that I went to Terminal 5 twice to see Lord Huron is a testament to my affection for this band.
The Seattle show was the most intimate and my favorite. Part of that was due to the venue - I have a relationship with Neumos that extends back to 2004, before the venue was even called Neumos. Part of it was that it was my first time seeing Lord Huron live, and they put on an incredible and passionate performance. And part of that is because Terminal 5 is kind of lame. (Thank god we now have an alternative.)
The below footage is from the show at Neumos in 2013, part of their Lonesome Dreams tour. Filmed by yours truly.