I don’t know if you’ve figured it out yet. I have a new complete and total obsession. A total fixation on five boys akin to my Leo DiCaprio crush that started in 1996 and stretched well into 1999. I am completely enamored by a new band. Lord Huron is where it’s at, people.
I caught these fellas at SXSW a couple weeks ago after listening to their entire album on repeat while sewing. Such great sewing music. I had no idea what to expect from their live performance, I didn’t know what they looked like or how many were in the band. I now know all of that, including their middle names and their favorite foods. Yes, I said I was obsessed. Quit judging.
I got the chance to catch these fellas again last Wednesday night in Denver. We were standing in front of some rather enthusiastic girls that knew every word…and apparently couldn’t hear themselves singing. But, alas, it seemed the entire theatre was alive with this crazy energy the band exudes. Seriously, the lead singer plays the drum while he sings. Insane.
But something has been bothering me, along with the people I tell this to. So prepared to be bothered. Now that this band has blown up, I’m less into them. Still obsessed, but thinking about moving on. This crush will not span years. The reason? I’m a total hipster. I have a horrible habit of losing interest in certain bands that go big, and I have no idea why. It makes sense that I would want to support and take joy in seeing my favorite music reach the mainstream. I think it’s the idea that I won’t get to enjoy them in the tiny venues I’m used to. It’s not like I uncovered this band from the depths of indie music…I absolutely did not. I trusted a friend’s music recommendation, and I fell in love.
And now I’m quickly falling out of love and I hate that. Yes, I lose interest quickly. It’s my nature. At the very least I can hold on to one awesome lyric:
“What good is a livin’ a life you’ve been given, if all you do is stand in one place?”
Now, someone go create this stylized quote with a woodsy, etheral background. If you don’t, I will. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.