After taking the Cool Bros to see Lucius last month, I wanted to take the boys to see one of their faves, The Lone Bellow. We could only do an outdoor concert since any venue would be at least 18 and up. However, with festival season winding down, we only had a couple of chances left this year.
The band played a homecoming show at Prospect Park on the 20th, but we were out of town for most of the day. Our last shot was Sunday evening’s show at Long’s Park in Lancaster, PA, a 3-hour drive from us. Continue reading
The Lone Bellow, Feb. 5 at Bowery Ballroom
While YOLO is bandied about Twitter and Facebook, another four-letter acronym tends to explain why I do the things I do: FOMO, the Fear of Missing Out.
FOMO is often blamed for people spending too much time on social media. Their friends are at some event, so they follow along on Instagram to keep from being stumped when said event comes up in conversation. My FOMO is so severe that just knowing about something fun going on isn’t enough. I have to be there, lest I develop regret, anxiety and possible athlete’s foot. Continue reading
I’m not a gambling man. I don’t understand odds, spreads, over/unders, under/overs, and overalls underwear. But if I were a bettor, I would’ve put big money on one of our favorite bands, soul-country-rock act The Lone Bellow, hitting the big time. And it looks like I would’ve been a rich man. Continue reading