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Wild Rivers

Wild Rivers

My most powerful concert memory was at Bonnaroo in 2013. It was the weekend of my 21st birthday, and I road tripped to Tennessee with 6 of my closest friends. I was having the time of my life. At one point on the second day,
Daniel Lyon / Spirit Award

Daniel Lyon / Spirit Award

There are many times I've face roadblocks in writing/making music or financial strain and wonder, "Does making music really matter?" "Should I give up and find a normal job?". I had some conversations over the weekend that answered my questions. A few moths ago, my
Devin Shelton / Emery

Devin Shelton / Emery

I grew up in South Carolina, along with two other members of the band. We were raised listening to country and gospel, with a dash of R&B to boot. Things were simple, but done a certain way. When I reached my teenage years, there was
Coyote Choir

Coyote Choir

“What we didn’t realize at the time was some of those first songs we were writing were providing healing to us as well. It’s strange to think of healing happening inside your own heart when the intention is to help mend the brokenness of the people you love.”

Tall Heights

Tall Heights

“We, the starving artists, offered up our songs and hearts; they, the overstimulated tourists, cherished a rare moment of naturally occurring artistic beauty.”

Seasaw

Seasaw

“In high school, my older brother taught me about the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and I was instantly hooked.”

Radkey

Radkey

“There was a lot of music in the house growing up.  It has just always been a part of our lives. We have been making music longer than we have done anything in life, which is kind of mind-blowing.”

They Call Me Sauce

They Call Me Sauce

I remember listening to The Notorious B.I.G’s album Life After Death and falling in love with storytelling. My mother raised me in a Christian home and when I was younger I had to sneak to listen to explicit rap albums. Being with my dad was…

Michael McClintock / Cubanisms

Michael McClintock / Cubanisms

I’m from a small town in Southwest Missouri called Neosho. After trying and failing miserably at all the sports kids seem to play in small towns, and not being the best student in the world, my uncle Mark offered me guitar lessons…