From the venue:
Five years ago it seemed like Uncle Lucius had run its course. They had torn a swath out of the Texas roots music scene over a 13 year run, worn out 5 vans and recorded 4 albums, and grown a reputation at home and abroad as a thrilling, dynamic live act. Long-time fans were certain they’d be a massive global hit. The only question was when.
Growing families demanded their fathers’ attention, and years of touring started to feel like circles around a drain. The tide went out, and they folded up their sails.
The audience had other ideas. Interest in the band continued to grow during their absence from the touring circuit. Pro athletes used their songs for walk on music, and top-rated television shows featured their music during pivotal scenes.
Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â¹”We should have broken up years ago,” they joked.
They never intended to reunite. Some things are not up to us. intention is well & good, but some people are made to play together, meant to create together. And intuition was their intention, all along.
The tides had transferred, the forces realigned. Uncle Lucius was a dream, first materialized over dank nights at the Horseshoe Lounge, drinking cheap beer with Dixie while the jukebox moaned. It crystallized on endless highway drives and onstage fever dreams. It felt like part of the past, but where one van breaks down, another van comes rolling up.
After a five year hiatus, the band will be bringing their methods of soul, joy, and thunder to select stages across the country. All we’ve got is now.