{"id":41289,"date":"2020-07-10T14:57:02","date_gmt":"2020-07-10T19:57:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beintheloopchicago.com\/?p=41289"},"modified":"2020-07-11T12:50:11","modified_gmt":"2020-07-11T17:50:11","slug":"london-grammar-knowing-fright-from-strong","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beintheloopchicago.com\/?p=41289","title":{"rendered":"London Grammar, Knowing Fright from Strong"},"content":{"rendered":"

When Hannah Reid sings, lungs expand, hearts pump, curves flatten, battlefields truce, politicians disappear, orchids bloom, waves crest, fires douse, fear mutes, children play and the crippled dance.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Surfing YouTube<\/em> one quiet, quarantine night, I\u2019m teleported to Glasgow, Scotland, May 25, 2014, BBC Radio 1\u2019s Big Weekend<\/em>. The stage is drenched in moody, extraterrestrial blue, sprigs of white beam down from ceiling lights. An audibly excited audience rumbles, poised for a close encounter with the musical threesome from Nottingham, England, riding Mother Ship high on the success of their successful, celestial debut LP. The hypnotizing six-minute clip has seven million views. Obviously, I am not alone in my curiosity.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a packed house in close quarters, no distance \u2013 social or geographical – exists between fan and band, blissfully sharing the unification ceremony once known as a rock concert.<\/em> According the ancient scriptures, these were orchestrated gatherings of kindred spirits, huddled masses that would assemble and exalt minstrels, troubadours, artists imbued with the ineffable gift of groove and word. The camera lens captures a figure materializing from the shadows. She appears soft as the crepuscular rays following her to center stage. As London Grammar\u2019s co-founder and luminous lead singer, Hannah Reid, caresses the mic and sidles into the opening, acapella bars of their riveting single, \u201cHey Now,\u201d all eyes fixate on the blonde siren as she serenades a thousand souls ensconced in the moment, not to mention a lone middle-aged writer six years hence, locked down inside his Las Vegas apartment like Andy Dufresne in Shawshank.<\/p>\n

Excuse me for awhile, I\u2019m wide eyed and so down caught in the middle. <\/em><\/p>\n

The inspiring ballad, \u201cStrong,\u201d was my LG deflowering; shuffled into my earbuds via Apple Music\u2019s chill mix, my go-to morning yoga\/meditation channel. I was instantly disarmed by the emotional quiver in Ms. Reid\u2019s dynamic delivery. The band\u2019s 2013 immaculate debut, If You Wait,<\/em> has a genuine rubber soul; a tenderly woven tapestry of brave, bloody, beautiful ballads, like the self-effacing, \u201cI\u2019ve Wasted All my Young Years.\u201d I suppose the lament cuts far deeper to an aging reporter whose wasted his entire mid-life rattling about the rabbit hole of his own frightful solitude. Discovered Lana del Rey via the same chill salad and devoted an entire year into deep diving her immense, remarkable catalogue. Sad core to the core, am I. Hannah and Lana, along with the divine Ms. (Florence) Welch compose the songstress trinity whose woeful, oft times, rapturous serenades have warmed my cockles for some time. My LG education has gotten AP intense since the pandemic scuttle. I\u2019ve been getting choked up by songs since Lennon cautioned us to hide our love away years before my first pubic hair arrived.<\/p>\n

\u201cHelp Me Lose My Mind\u201d from UK groove master\u2019s, Disclosure\u2019s, 2013 debut, Settle<\/em>, is made positively ecstatic by the guest appearance and influence of the enchanting Ms. Reid. Sheer head bobbing, toe twitching joy and then in an aorta bounce\/ algorithmic segue, we are seduced into near paralysis by the track, \u201cRooting for You,\u201d from the band\u2019s 2017 sophomore effort, Truth is Beautiful Thing.<\/em> Off that same bewitching platter, we get a glimpse of the \u201cBig Picture,\u201d as co-founder Dan Rothman\u2019s Edge like axe drives the beat and fills the space waiting to be occupied by his creative coconspirator\u2019s heavenly pipes. Truth, thy beauty is under daily assault in this lying, dying culture. Noble themes often ignored in these ignoble times. Are you hip to Hanna<\/em>, the brilliant, futuristic, conspiratorial Amazon Prime<\/em> series based on the audacious 2011 motion picture? Season two fades to black over LG\u2019s \u201cHere\u2019s to the Liars,\u201d perhaps the truest showcase of Ms. Reid\u2019s expansive vocal range.<\/p>\n

Here’s to the things you love\/Here’s to those you find in love\/Hell to the rest of us<\/em><\/p>\n

Got that right.<\/p>\n

Back to the egg (album one), melancholy machinations are evoked with \u201cNight Call.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cThere\u2019s something inside you, it\u2019s hard to explain,\u201d moans the muse over Dominic \u201cDot\u201d Major\u2019s tribal skins. \u201cI\u2019m gonna tell you something you don\u2019t want to hear.\u201d Oh, pity the poor bastard who fucked up and let Ms. Reid get away. Dumb fuck obviously squeezed too tight. Clutch a dove a closing fist, the bird will surely fly. Love and trust require both palm and heart be wide open. \u201cOh, Woman, Oh man,\u201d another explosive existential offering where the truth is laid out in vicious, vibrant phrase, echoing, atmospheric, aching. \u201cDo you really understand?\u201d she asks (howls), her tonsils drenched in winsome desperation. The lyrics are steeped and sourced in deeply personal process. Can you feel her angst? It\u2019s downright operatic. Hey, dude, if you don\u2019t REALLY understand, take a hike. She\u2019s too good for you, anyway. Too good for most of us.<\/p>\n

Hannah Reid is the melodic mother of dragons, fierce, commanding, yet precious, even fragile. In \u201cNon Believer,\u201d her method and message have both evolved. \u201cAll that we are all that we need, they are different things.\u201d Swaddled in emotive cloth, the musician\u2019s charge, melodic inquisition, feels good to the ear and heart. \u201cStay Awake,\u201d and the masterpiece, \u201cStrong,\u201d which bring us full circle to the end time\u2019s here and now. The terror that accompanies formerly mundane exercises like going to the grocer or filling the gas tank, has become terrifyingly palpable. No more hugging, touching and squeezing on this quarantine journey. Mask up, citizens, and don\u2019t dare breach my imaginary six-foot floating sanctuary. Be mindful, sanitary, hyper-sensitive in our public expression and most of all, caring of others. Really? Aren\u2019t we about 200 years too late for that? The industrial revolution beget the technological revolution and we\u2019ve got zero solution for the orange tinted Zombie apocalypse. Welcome to the fall of the Oh Man Empire, destroyed from within. I was raised in that distant age, when people were smart and phones were stupid; before men shaved their heads and women tattooed their arms. Past few decades, it\u2019s gotten really difficult to distinguish right from wrong; fright from strong.<\/p>\n

Britain\u2019s venerable Guardian posted a revealing profile of the band on June 8, 2017. Reporter Hannah J. Davies wrote, \u201c\u2019The exhaustion really kicked in for me after a year,\u2019 says Reid, a friendly but unshowy frontwoman. Her battle with stage fright has been widely reported, but the effects of success were physical as well as mental. \u2018I spent the second year pretty much just hanging by a thread \u2013 I didn\u2019t really know what was wrong with me. Then I just got used to feeling that way and I was like: \u2018I must have some kind of illness, I must have chronic fatigue syndrome.\u2019 I got tested for a whole bunch of stuff, it got kind of weird.\u201d<\/p>\n

Did you know that GN\u2019R\u2019s celebrated front man, Axl Rose, suffered from paralyzing stage fright in the Appetite for Destruction<\/em> \u201880s and well into the global touring Use Your Illusion<\/em> \u201890s? There were legitimate reasons for the group\u2019s notoriously late set times; the singer just wasn\u2019t mentally ready to rock the house, especially when those houses got to be stadium sized. Ms. Reid has yet to experience crowds of that magnitude but have no fear, London Grammar has just begun to roar. They will not go quietly into that good night, no matter how dark it gets.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s be honest. We are currently, collectively scared shitless, paranoid, freaked out, clueless, leaderless and the future looks like post apocalypse survivor, Henry Bemis, busting his glasses at the end of the \u201cTime Enough at Last\u201d Twilight Zone<\/em> episode. Music. That\u2019s where our strength lies. So perch Ms. Reid atop the highest mountain in the land, arm her with the state of the art dystopian big brother megaphone to end all megaphones and let her wail into the ether so loud and clarion clear that the angels will hear, take notice, descend to Earth and save our sorry asses; well, at least the ones worth saving; the music folk guided by voices not vexed by vices.<\/p>\n

This is how we survive humanity\u2019s longest, darkest viral night when millions perish, economies crumble and the foundations upon which all that we\u2019ve known and experienced in our lifetimes shutter like cracked seashells on a storm rocked beach. We get collectively and consciously wide eyed, caught in the middle, so there\u2019s nowhere left to hide but inside the chords and notes of salvation\u2019s song.<\/p>\n

We must suffer and grieve while simultaneously rejoicing the imminent, imperative shift. Accompanied by our music, that which abides, survives and resonates. Intimate, rhythmic elixirs, helpful to the chakras; the whole kit n\u2019 kaboodle. We have no leaders, no hopes, no resources, no money, (apologies to Henry Miller) but perhaps we are the happiest folks alive? Then again, as Ms. Reid puts it,<\/p>\n

If a lion, a lion\/Roars would you not listen?
\nIf a child, a child\/Cries would you not give them?<\/em><\/p>\n

We need to give our children a healthy planet. It\u2019s that simple. Healthy enough again for communion and performance, proximity and parade, crowds and touch, sweat & tears. Soon as the coast is clear, and it may not be in my lifetime (I was a Celtic priest in a past life; got that from two different seers) London Grammar will book a gig somewhere on this dissolving asteroid and I will be there, in the pit, as the poetess\u2019s pendulum swings.<\/p>\n

Lonn M. Friend
\nAuthor, Life on Planet Rock<\/p>\n

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