Miranda Dawn and Chris Hawkes first met when he crossed an Austin barroom floor and asked her to dance. The first time they sang together they found a sound Texas Monthly calls “undeniably intimate".

The newest album from Dawn and Hawkes, Light Inside, was primarily recorded live – in one day – at Arlyn Studios, in Austin, TX. The songs on Light Inside, illuminated by the warm glow of family homes, old guitars, familiar stories, new infatuation and loyal, long-standing love, are captured with the sincerity of their live show.

In a time when the world seems more divided than ever, Dawn and Hawkes celebrate hope and our common humanity with an invitation to embrace the light that comes from all of us.

Post-modern bluegrass pioneers Head for the Hills continue to reinvent themselves, as core members Adam Kinghorn, Joe Lessard and Matt Loewen with drummer Riley Williams push musical boundaries in year twenty as a band. The award-winning quartet has released 5 LPs, multiple EPs and singles, and played in nearly all 50 states, Canada and Europe, at festivals, theaters, bars, clubs, radio stations, backyards, even from the back of a truck. Numerous festival appearances include Telluride Bluegrass Festival, High Sierra Music Fest, SXSW, FloydFest, RockyGrass, DelFest, Summer Camp Music Festival, Blue Ox, Northwest String Summit, Bristol Rhythm and Roots, Chicago Bluegrass & Blues Festival, Folk Alliance, and many more. The band has landed on the CMJ Top 200 twice, has been featured on NPR Ideastream and eTown, and was awarded Best Bluegrass in Colorado four times via Denver’s Westword Magazine.

More information at headforthehillsmusic.com

Horse Bitch was a big part of Roosevelt‘s WPA initiative and crucial in lifting the US out of the Great Depression. Due to the very naughty word in the name, history would omit their name from the archives for fear the general public would reject it and by extension democracy itself. Democracy, however, finds a way. Horse Bitch has become ubiquitous with babies, teens, and adults alike battling through the clutches of melancholy who long for a time when it was okay to support modern baseball and show up to the venue in assless chaps and a trucker hat.