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Left Hand Blue are peculiar at best. Ask any shrink.
When Matt Minigell was thirteen, the world just didn't play his kind of music. So, much like any other wildly irrational youth might do, he formed a band and took to performing his own songs at talent shows and small functions in and around his bucolic hometown of Andover, Massachusetts. Time passed, school wore on and, to the utter shock of the group's "fans" (see: patient parents, friends, local police), and perhaps to the members of Left Hand Blue themselves, the old band actually seemed to be working out. They'd be damned if they could manage to pull together a pleasurable set of notes, or even sing particularly well, but that just wasn't the point. Something was working. In that strange, dysfunctional, rock-n-roll way, something was happening.
Headed now by frontman Matt and front (wo)man Carissa Johnson, Left Hand Blue have been bouncing through any town willing to have them, cramming sweaty souls into every bar, club, theater, pub, garage, living room, field, plane, train, or automobile lacking a rock-n-roll band. The gigs have ranged from "a good night out" to full-on situations, and the records have shot off the shelves like wild animals as a result of it. Carissa once participated in a music video from within a Boston, Massachusetts garbage can. Matt once fell out of the moving vehicle during a "Chinese Fire Drill!". Drummer Chloe was bitten by a goat on whilst on tour. The entire band were trapped in a corn maze during torrential rains. Carissa lit Matt's shoelaces on fire. A small riot broke out at a Left Hand Blue-headlined high school dance.
There's fun to be had at these shows.
But, we digress. The point here is that the Left Hand Blue experience is not to be forgotten about. Everybody's tall enough to ride this ride. So, come: wear your brightest, most obnoxious outfit, and join the fray. You'll probably enjoy it.
We live in a jungle of pending disasters, kids, so the whole thing might as well be hummable.