2126 S.W. Halsey St. Troutdale, OR, 97060
Friday, September 24, 2021
Edgefield - Edgefield Amphitheater
5 pm doors, 6:30 pm show
General Admission: $44.50 Advance, $50.00 Day of Show
All ages welcome
5 pm doors, 6:30 pm showGeneral Admission: $44.50 Advance, $50.00 Day of ShowAll ages welcome
Masks are required indoors and outdoors by state mandate for everyone age 5 and older and must be in place at all times, except while actively eating or drinking. As of Tuesday, August 31, all Edgefield Concert on the Lawn shows now require proof of vaccination or proof of a negative COVID test. See more details here
All tickets available through EdgefieldConcerts.com, in person at the Crystal Ballroom box office, Edgefield Gift Shop and charge by phone at 1-800-514-3849. Ticketing services provided by Etix.com. (Subject to service charge and/or user fee.)
Edgefield proudly hosts Concerts on the Lawn, an outdoor music series that has become a summer tradition for fans throughout the Pacific Northwest.
For complete information about the acts, the venue, what to bring, what not to bring, rules, policies and much more, please visit edgefieldconcerts.com. Check out photos from past shows at Edgefield, as well!
Recently, those good-time bootscooters known as Lord Huron booked the live room in Whispering Pines for a recordin' spell. Those boys know what they're doin', having made a few records with us. But the live room, this was a first, If you've ever recorded at the Pines, then you know nothing' is off limits. Guitars, cymbals, pianos, pedal steel, mandolins, microphones, saxophones - I was glad to see their hands on all of it. I even heard ‘em talk about recordin' a gigantic string and woodwind orchestra in some dang place like Sweden.
The boys filled the air - and my own soul - with those tales of hard luck, heartbreak and redemption, as if they had become conduits for the spirits of the room and were usin' them to tap into that cosmic eternal. It was like some long, lost dream come to life, a forgotten classic from a parallel dimension, the echo of a memory that wasn't mine. But the feelin' was real.
I must have drifted off in a cosmic slumber with the tunes janglin' heavy and happy in my heart. When I woke, the light from the next day was easin' into the Pines and I was alone. But somethin' caught my eye: a hand-scratched note bound to a faded vinyl record called "Long Lost." I brushed off the dust of the cover and saw that the artist was none other than Lord Huron. Say Tubbs, the note read. Time washes away what man creates but "Long Lost" might convince you that a note can live on. Be good now. And just like that, they were gone.
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