In the leadup to spring ball, MSU’s coaches realized Snow played like a linebacker, hit like a linebacker and boasted a thicker frame similar to the smaller, hybrid linebackers that are thriving in the modern game. So they spent their 15 spring practices experimenting with Snow in the second level, and they liked what they saw. “I believe that’s a natural position for him,” Tucker said. “He’s a big guy, he’s a physical player, and he does have versatility. There still may be a role for him in our secondary in some packages because of his versatility, but he has a nose for the ball and obviously he’s got the pedigree. He looked really good there in the spring, and so we feel like that’s the best fit for him and beyond. When MSU’s fall roster was released in late July, the “LB” next to Snow’s name made it clear the experimentation phase was over. Snow now finds himself on a path he was initially resistant toward coming out of Hebron High School in Carrollton, Texas. As a four-star recruit in the class of 2020, Snow would routinely dismiss the idea of eventually growing into a linebacker. were able to sell Snow on the switch being mutually beneficial, and the junior said he’s embraced it, though he prefers to call himself “an athlete that is playing linebacker.” He was a safety through and through, in his eyes. “It was the coaches’ decision, coaches’ decision,” Snow said. “They said it was best for my future, and I trust the coaches, so that’s why I moved. In high school, I had no intentions to do it I was a 6 foot, 6-foot-1, 190(-pound) safety. I got here and coach (Lorenzo) Guess, a strength coach, said I need to put on weight, he said I was too small. “At the end of the day, I’m a football player that makes plays. It doesn’t really matter, in my opinion, where I’m at on the field, I’m gonna make plays. Ghost-Note will follow a somewhat similar trajectory, opening for Lettuce for the first handful of shows before splitting off.As long as you’re making plays, it really doesn’t matter what you’re position you’re playing. The Vibe Up tour will see Lettuce dance down the east coast before heading out west for the last few shows. But their set was a nice contrast from Lettuce. Taking way more chances on stage, they did get a bit muddy at times, with so many musicians trying to fill pockets. Ghost-Note was also playing the first night of their Smack ‘Em tour, supporting their 2018 album Swagism, which is awesome. Embellishing their songs with humor, drummer Nate Werth pointedly flipped off the crowd midway through “Funk You Muthafunka.” While Lettuce’s set was polished and serious, the opener, Ghost-Note, danced with creativity, spewing offbeat, avant garde solos, keeping the crowd guessing through their set. Being the first night of their Vibe Up tour, maybe they’re still finding their momentum. It certainly wasn’t a bad show, just not what I was hoping for. While it was a bit of a let down for me, when I looked around the room, my eyes were met by a sea of bobbing heads and contemplative smiles. Their performance lacked expression, crowd interaction and all the things that separate listening to the album versus going to a live show for the experience. They were incredibly tight and well-rehearsed, but almost to a fault. Lettuce played through a bunch of new material, their steady, conquering sound invoking a sense of power in the listener. Though I’d largely over-saturated my ears with their sound, as is often the tragic irony for music lovers, I’d hoped a live show would rekindle an old flame and help me appreciate the band in a new way. Having never seen them live, the January 10 show at Anthology couldn’t be missed. I might as well have been driving a souped up getaway car fleeing from the authorities after a successful bank heist with Lettuce as my soundtrack. It was a new band to me but the music perfectly illustrated a part of my spirit that couldn’t be put into words, something I’d felt for a long time before hearing it played out in song.Īfter that initial introduction, my commutes to work for weeks on end involved flying north on 95 in my perpetually overheating 2001 Ford Focus, routinely passed by luxury cars with a death wish, yet feeling my own kind of rich. When my friend first played me a burned copy of Lettuce’s Crush, when I lived in South Florida a couple years ago, I was instantly swept up in the bright, triumphant horns and contagious grooves.
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