Frank Hurricane is a spiritual blues and folk musician/storyteller from the South and the North of the holy US. He has been traveling and performing in the spiritual underground and DIY scenes for over a decade, gathering tales and touring the world. He has self released many records and also has put out records on Feeding Tube, Ultra Excema, Mystra, Scissortail, and many other exceptional labels. PBS recently made an Emmy nominated documentary about his musical journey. He has performed with many legends across the spiritual board and has hiked thousands of mile of trails in the mountains.
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Cherry Blossoms always manage to evoke the simple pleasures of campfire sing-alongs, with the deep commingling of common interest and intimate friendship that idea evokes, interspersed with the sort of weird, but soft-edged logical jumps associated with the kings of post-hippie hillbillyism, the Holy Modal Rounders. It’s not easy to tease apart the specifics of this binary aesthetic operation, but the band manages to pluck the twangers of both innocence and experience with equal vigor — ambidextrous William Blake aktion of the highest order.
Nathan K. is a Midwesterner from Michigan living in Nashville TN. His simple acoustic folk songs put life under a microscope to illuminate the overlooked - the funny parts of grief along with the sad parts of the funny moments. As a member of the acclaimed band Stepdad, he has performed on large stages across US and Canada with songs featured in a smattering of placements like FIFA 13, Weeds, Mindy Project, a BMW ad campaign - but lately he has been performing in more intimate venues with his wife Sara Beth Go who adds Omnichord sparkles, harmonies, and nudges him to wrap it up when his hilarious stories start to get too long.
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Emerging from the embers of the once-ascendant Mercy Hanson, Hunter Storm Smith distills his sound down to raw nerve and bone. The riffage smolders, his baritone croon carrying the weight of long-lost highways and loves left behind. There’s blues in the blood and heartbreak in the marrow, conjuring the soulful primitivism of Peter Green in his prime—haunted, untamed, and bound for the horizon.