Free at Last  

Josh and Carissa are newlyweds, COVID-19 hasn't stopped their life plans from moving forward. The wedding looked a lot different than planned, but this is a season of pivots.  Speaking of pivots, the songwriters are hosting a weekly live stream show on Tuesdays at 6:30 pm PST. Take a gander at this performance of "Free at Last"

Belly Up  

There is a lot to say about our first performance at the iconic Belly Up Tavern, but it can really be boiled down to two words. Next. Level.   


Next level sound, lights, engineers.

Next level crowd.  

Next level bands on the bill.  

Next level booking, promotion, and hospitality. 

Next level photos, videos and BTS. 

Next level.  

Next level.  

We are still beaming with pride and swimming in gratitude for being included in Whitney Shay's Birthday Bash on September 17th.  Six String Society and Kenneth Rexrode took amazing care of us. Chloe Lou and the Liddells have made fans out of all of us, and the band that Whitney put together was nothing short of a musical monstrosity. Next level shit, people.  

You can see all of the photos in the Gallery section of the website, but here are a few of our favorites, shot by Andy King. 

Summergrass Bluegrass Festival  

Well. This was a hoot!  


We took a weekend off of playing music to be fans of music -- lawn chairs, sunscreen, bamboo hats -- the works.  It felt great to be a spectator. 

But we didn't leave our instruments behind altogether.  

Did you know that it's common at bluegrass festivals for musicians and fans alike to play in jam sessions scattered all over the campground? There are, like, packs of strolling minstrels with their guitars and fiddles just meandering until they hear some music that calls to them. Then they go join up and play for a while, then they move on when they've had enough.

It's bizarre, and so, fracking cool.  

We wandered about, playing and singing long into the night, until about 2 am before we'd had enough.  We slept for a few hours and did it all over again.

After the concessions closed, we ended up having to Postmates in some pizza. We had about seven hungry (read: drunk and pretty durned high) mouths to feed.  Finding the rendezvous point with our driver in the middle of a full-out festival was definitely a bit of an ordeal, but it was well worth the hassle. 

Plus, our buddy Banjo Brent somehow got put in charge of the golf cart for his volunteer job, so we had some wheels and pretty good company to see us through.

This was a band outing for the books.  

We'll definitely be going again next year, let us know if you're looking to be a spectator with us.  


Mammoth - Round Three  

We returned to Mammoth Lakes this summer, this time with our pedal steel player, Ben, and his family in tow (#Griswolds). 

The first day of our trips up to the mountain is always a long one. The drive takes us about eight hours from San Diego with stops for food and gas, etc.  We always arrive in just enough time to check in to the hotel, change clothes, setup, and soundcheck. 

The restaurant and bar that hosts us, Kitchen 53, always hooks us up with a delicious dinner before our show, and then we play until closing time at the bar. 

At the end of day one, everybody is pooped. With the long car ride, the 11,000 ft. climb in elevation, and the three hours of playing music (which, like all things athletic on mountains, is exhausting in the elevation) we limp back to the hotel, fueled only by adrenaline and FOMO.

This time around, on day two, we all split up and did our own thing.  Ben and his family explored the village, Carissa had a solo day filled with a hot tub, some trashy magazines, and rustic mountain scenery; Nick and Josh went hiking around the lakes.  We all met up for some German Food at the base of the mountain before our call time at the venue.

Saturday night always feels different than Friday -- we are better rested, we have had a sense of adventure instilled in our hearts, and we are eager to meet new people and share an experience through the music.  And, party, just a little...

Mammoth definitely knows how to party, and this trip proved to be no exception.  We even got a visit from some friends we made the last time we came around, who work at the local brewery.  There's always a welcoming vibe.  We even have fans in San Diego who saw us in Mammoth on one of our earlier trips that come out to our local shows.  It's like a shared experience, when you meet on the mountain.  

You'll find a stoke in people there that only comes with low oxygen, low temperatures, and extreme sports.  #passthehottoddy

Anyhow, thanks for having us back, Mammoth.  We sure do like you.  Maybe we'll stay longer next time. 






We May Or May Not Be Coming To A City Near You  

Josh and Carissa are headed out on the road for three weeks in May.  Heading to Texas, Louisana, Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, Missouri, and Illinois, they hope the folks in the actual south will like the record.  Here's the schedule:

Listening to Rosa's Cantina while driving a convertible on a sunny morning is better than life itself.”

— Ryan Hampel, executive chef, Hilton St. Louis


— Tiffany Novotnak, friend

My baby loves listening to your album. 'Sunday Afternoon' gets her to stop crying every time.”

— May Bogacki, Owner, Yolklore

we don't have chips and salsa. We're not that kind of cantina.

We don't have chips and salsa, we're a band