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Unknown Caller

Music is something that’s been with me for as long as I can remember. It’s pretty remarkable how a song can vividly take you to a different time and place. One of my earliest memories is of my dad blasting “Semi-Charmed Life” by Third Eye

Bad Bad Hats

I think it's a bit of a cliché now that most musicians grew up in a musical household. And it was the same for me. When I was growing up, music took on many different roles for my family. It was background music when my


Music is a journey that’s uniquely different for everyone. I hold music really close to my heart because it transports me to a place where I'm free to be myself. I get lost when I’m listening to my favorite records or when I’m playing a


Music has always been more to us than just something pleasing to our ears. It's a culture and a lifestyle that we live. We use music to escape our reality, create something out of nothing and it gives a sense of freedom to be and

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

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

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

“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

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