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Album · 2014

Sparks on the Blue Ridge

by The Lantern Hounds

Four friends, a borrowed van, and the first sparks thrown off the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Tracks

  1. 1. Hallelujah Gas StationWe wrote this at a dead pump in the middle of nowhere and it felt like church. It had to open the record.gospel-tinged, heartland rock4:04
  2. 2. The Long Way to MemphisI turned my phone face down somewhere past Tulsa and never regretted it. The whole band sings the long way home.road song, country rock4:31
  3. 3. Van Full of MaybeThis is our origin story in three minutes: four guys, a van, and a lot of bungee cord. The gang chorus is the heart of us.jangle-pop, singalong3:49
  4. 4. Campfire Out in ColoradoWe really did burn a setlist in Colorado. We played the whole show from memory and it was better.campfire folk, anthemic folk4:57
  5. 5. Sunburnt Shoulders, Sunday DrivePeaches, a half-tuned guitar, and a map in the creek. That's the whole philosophy right there.sunny jangle, porch pop3:58
  6. 6. Hand Me Down the HighwayMy granddad drove a milk truck, dad drove a Ford, and I drive a van with no heat. Hand-me-down highway indeed.heartland anthem, folk rock3:11
  7. 7. Lantern on the DockA sweater left in the van is the loneliest thing there is. We kept this one quiet on purpose.dream folk, tender ballad4:11
  8. 8. Midnight Harmonica in a Rest Stop RainA flat tire, a midnight rest stop, and a harmonica in the rain. We had nothing else to do but write.harmonica folk, gang vocals3:38
  9. 9. Polaroid of the Northern LightsWe drove north until the radio quit and the sky started to glow. I still keep the polaroid on the dash.dreamy folk, nostalgic jangle3:30
  10. 10. Soundcheck Shaking HandsThe shaky hands before the doors open never go away. This is for every empty room that turned into a full one.jangle-pop, bar-band rock3:57

Liner notes

We made this one the way we made everything back then: in a rented cabin with the windows open and one microphone nobody trusted. Every song is a night on the road we barely survived. The twelve-string was borrowed, the harmonica was cracked, and the harmonies came from porch-swing hymns we all grew up humming. We sold it out of the van at festivals, one handshake at a time.

The Lantern Hounds