The Broadcast Capture European Tour In New “Sign It Off” Video [Watch/Premiere]

first_imgAsheville-based rock outfit The Broadcast has recently had some incredible opportunities. The band got their start in 2010, when lead singer Caitlin Krisko grew tired of New York City life and relocated to the vibrant musical community in Asheville, NC. After meeting guitarist Aaron Austin, The Broadcast was born, and continues to excite audience all across the globe with their powerful sound rooted in the blues rock Americana style.The band recently released a new album, From The Horizon, teaming up with veteran producer Jim Scott (Tedeschi Trucks, Tom Petty) for the release. With new music to guide them, the band headed to Europe for an extensive tour, playing in the continent for the first time. Krisko told us, “Having the chance to experience Europe for the first time on tour was a dream come true for me. Personally speaking, there is no better way to see the world than through music.”The Broadcast kept the cameras rolling throughout the journey, and started putting the footage together for a new music video. Krisko says, “I knew while we were over there I’d want to make a music video later with footage from all of the countries we visited. It was a really sweet way to relive the experience.” That music video is set to the tune of “Sign It Off” from the new album, and beautifully captures that experience.Check out The Broadcast’s new video for “Sign It Off” below, premiering exclusively via L4LM.The Broadcast will keep up the excitement in 2017, as they’re set to open up for Mavis Staples on tour! You can follow along with the band by checking out their official website, so don’t miss any of the action.last_img read more

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Going Home Again

first_imgA steep mountain road Brings a Runner Back to His Roots“You OK, son?”It’s mid-October of 2003—one of those crystal-clear fall afternoons that never seems to end—and an older man in a sedan has pulled up beside me on Georgia Highway 180 Spur. The two-lane blacktop snakes its way up Brasstown Bald, the highest point in the state, and I’ve decided to try running the three miles from its base at Jack’s Gap all the way to the thimble-shaped observation tower at the summit.“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. I just—” I wheeze as he interrupts me, asking if I need a ride. I’m hardly a mile up the highway, and he’s worried. Things aren’t going well.That run up Brasstown 15 years ago was the first of many I’d take while I attended college just a few miles down the road. In fact, those trips became a near-weekly occurrence: aim the car north, find a rock station broadcasting out of Atlanta, and wind my way on mostly empty state highways into the cluster of high mountains the next county over.And then there was the run itself. The climb up Brasstown is a beast, ascending at grades approaching 20 percent—a road steep enough to give pro cyclists fits during the Tour de Georgia in the early 2000s. Running to the summit just felt like you’d accomplished something badass, even in the age before a selfie was needed to make an outdoor trip complete.Looking back, I’m not sure why my runs up Brasstown became a thing. Maybe it was an escape from studying, or maybe it was a chance to get my mind off of stumbling my way into adulthood. Maybe it wasn’t even the running at all but the chance to get out alone in the mountains for awhile. One of my friends says that you never feel more alive than when you’re driving a little too fast down a southern backroad with the windows down and the radio blaring. He’s not wrong.Even though I and everything else around it had changed, the mountain—and the struggle of climbing it—was the same. And when it comes to why we get outdoors in the first place, isn’t that the point?Regardless of the reason, that feeling didn’t last. I eventually started a career and moved from visiting the mountains once a week to living in them, albeit a few hours north in Virginia. And over time, driving into the mountains quit being so special. It’s a feeling that all of us who live in the Blue Ridge risk. Our favorite parks and trails can become all too familiar, and the hills that once seemed so striking on our horizon can become just another part of the landscape. Today, I’ll often catch myself grumbling through traffic on my way to the trailhead after work to squeeze in an evening run.I never really thought about that change until this past winter, when a work trip put me back in Georgia and not too far from Brasstown. I ended up with a free afternoon, so I pointed the car north again and headed for the mountains just like I’d done years earlier. I wasn’t sure how it would turn out. The world seems angrier now, my understanding of it a bit wearier, and my body an undisclosed amount of weight heavier than when I made that first run up the mountain as a teenager. As I drove into the hills, I fumbled around for that old rock station but ended up finding someone shouting over political talk radio instead.I wish I could report that my return to Brasstown went well, but it didn’t. I started out from Jack’s Gap too fast, forgot my pacing, and blew up midway through a particularly steep grunt where the road angles right up the nose of the ridge. I walked, cussed, and trotted at intervals from there.At the top, though, I remembered why I made those runs so many years ago. In 15 years’ time, not much was different on the summit. The Brasstown Wilderness still cloaked the ridges surrounding the lookout, while the Blue Ridge gradually faded to the Piedmont to my south. Lake Chatuge glittered in the valley below. Even though I and everything else around it had changed, the mountain—and the struggle of climbing it—was the same. And when it comes to why we get outdoors in the first place, isn’t that the point?Maybe I’m just turning this essay into a therapy session, but maybe that’s also one of the many things the mountains can be. A few weeks after my trip to Georgia, I was sitting through an especially dull workday when that run up Brasstown came to mind. I snuck out of the office early, but this time I headed for the highest summit in the county instead of the park where I do my usual evening run. I left the car in a pull-out at the base of the mountain and began climbing an approach road that led to a lookout tower a couple of thousand feet higher up. It wasn’t Brasstown, but it was close enough.This run didn’t go any better, but as I eased around a sharp curve, an engine revved behind me. A pickup crept up the road, and a concerned voice called out from the driver’s seat.“You alright?”For a moment, it didn’t matter what mountain I was on. Everything clicked into place, and a goofy smile flashed across my face. “Oh, yeah,” I yelled back. “Everything’s fine.”last_img read more

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Ballybacon Grange crowned Junior A hurling champions

first_imgAfterward their victory Manager Sean Maher spoke with Tipp FM’s Stephen Gleeson Ballybacon Grange created history when they won the county junior A Hurling title beating Toomevara at Boherlahan.Daniel O’Regan was scorer in chief for the south side as former All Ireland winning goalkeeper Brendan Cummins also chipped in with three long range second half frees.Toomevara battled bravely with a Paddy Grace goal sending them in level 1-5 to 0-8 at the break but it was all Ballybacon in the second half as they ran out convincing 0-19 to 1-11 winners in the end. Photo © Twitter @BallybaconGlast_img

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