“It was really hot, and I never changed clothes, never showered, and I was dressed like an old woman…”The hash cookies, the siblings confirm, were even more ruinous for their bandmates, youngest brother Jared (bass, 27) and cousin Matt (guitar, 29).
“It’s three-two-one, now you got to say something, and a lot of the time it’s the most honest stuff you can say.” Last year, recording Rock City, he let rip with that soulful voice that makes everything sound like a matter of life and death: “I’ve been several miles and plenty more / And I found myself face first on the floor / Searching for something, and never finding something / And I don’t know where I belong / I’m just trying to get myself back home.” “The song damn near wrote itself,” recalls Caleb.
In their earliest years evangelizing through the South with their preacher father, the family traveled in a Chrysler.
"It would backfire," says Nathan, "and we were so embarrassed that when we'd pull into a church, we'd have to kill the engine and coast into the parking lot." Ivan could also backfire the car on command, say, when they were driving by a construction site. He was gifted." When he was three years old, Jared would jump up on the arm of the sofa, unclasp the lock on the front door, and climb up onto the neighbors' roof.
Deep backstage at the city’s Ziggo Dome, an hour before showtime, Kings of Leon are recalling the first time they played Amsterdam.
Or, they’re trying to.“I don’t think anyone can remember the first time they played Amsterdam,” chuckles drummer Nathan Followill, who will celebrate his 35th birthday later this month on the road in Sweden with the band.“I do,” says his brother Caleb with a ruminative rub of his beard (“I’m going for a Jim Morrison thing”).