Loving is a family affair, the Victoria, BC band includes David Parry and brothers, Lucas and Jesse Henderson. The quartet, recently released their new single, “Visions”, via Last Gang Records. Lyricist, Jesse Henderson, explains, “the song dwells on a question: that if our lives, what we pursue, or even desire, are often shaped or determined by forces beyond us – what kinds of freedom can we find within that?”

The band have had a busy year, playing shows with Crumb, Alice Phoebe Lou, Still Woozy and more, the band have announced their first proper North American tour. The dates span the month of October and include performances in Los Angeles, New York City, Austin, Chicago and more.

Loving
Live Dates

August 24 – Port Townsend
September 30 – Boise, ID – Neurolux
October 1 – Salt Lake City, UT – Diabolical Records
October 2 – Denver, CO – Hi Dive
October 4 – Dallas, TX – Foundry
October 5 – Houston, TX – Satellite
October 9 – Edmonton, AB – Northern Alberta Jubilee Auditorium*
October 10 – Calgary, AB – Southern Alberta Jubilee Auditorium*
October 11 – Austin, TX – Hotel Vegas
October 14 – Phoenix, AZ – Trunk Space
October 16 – Los Angeles, CA – Highland Park Ebell
October 17 – San Francisco, CA – Rickshaw Stop
October 19 – Portland, OR – Doug Fir
October 23 – Detroit, MI – Deluxx Fluxx
October 24 – Chicago, IL – Empty Bottle
October 25 – Columbus, OH – Big Room Bar
October 26 – Cleveland, OH – Mahalls
October 27 – Philadelphia, PA – Johnny Brendas
October 28 – Brooklyn, NY – Baby’s All Right
October 29 – Buffalo, NY – Mohawk Place

*Supporting Lord Huron

“Visions” Lyrics:

I’ve got a vision
so clear in my head
it’s a strange kind of prison
it is and it isn’t

It’s the life I’m bound to live
without ever knowing why
it’s the beauty of the morning
it’s the soft line of your thigh

It’s the day that I found your note
as I walked along the shore
I read the lines you wrote
left hidden in my coat

It’s the truth
it’s the truth
and it’s a lie

She loved to be alone, alone
to feel the shape of her self a home
that could not be known
like a stranger on the street
Whose eyes you fail to meet

He loved to be alone, alone
to feel the limits of his hours blown
scattered and thrown
like on a windy day
All meaning cast away

It’s the truth
it’s the truth
and it’s a lie