AUSTIN, Texas – Most bands celebrate a long-awaited record deal. Uncle Lucius saved the champagne for when they got out of theirs.
“We had a party in the motel parking lot,” drummer Josh Greco remembers with a smile. Over some warm Lone Star, the road-weary band bid farewell to Nashville machinations, though the way ahead was entirely uncharted. Only the perils of independence were apparent.
“We really didn’t have a back-up plan. Or any plan at all, for that matter,” admits Jonny “Keys” Grossman.
Fortunately, this band has plenty of practice straying from the simpler path. For a decade, Uncle Lucius had built its fan base the hard way, through relentless touring and restless searching. With no other option, they called on their die-hards for help. Hundreds of believers pledged tens of thousands of hard-earned dollars. Both humbled and exhilarated, the band hit the studio, eager to justify their fans’ love with the labor of their hearts and souls.