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Live music in Summit County

Aaron Bible
Summit Daily News

Who: Sons Of Bill

When: Tonight

Where: Main Street, Frisco



Home base: Charlottesville, Va.

Where does your name come from?



There are three brothers in the band. Our dad’s name is Bill.

What type of music do you play?

Rock and Roll, Americana.

If you had to compare yourself to another band, who would it be?

REM, Springsteen, Petty, Don Williams. All music with Telecasters.

If your band were a dog, what breed would it be, and why?

A pitbull lab mix, ’cause that’s what my dog is, and he’s awesome.

What sets your band apart?

We take song writing as seriously as stage diving.

Is your music geared toward mosh pits or foot tapping?

Mosh tapping, and foot pits.

What’s been your craziest experience on the road?

We met Jared at a Subway. He was just as nice as he looks on TV.

Who: Rising Lion

When: Saturday, 9:30 p.m.

Where: Alma’s Only Bar, Alma

Home base: Orlando, Fla.

Type of music you play? Reggae

If your band were a dog, what breed would it be, and why? A Pitbull: strong, aggressive and beautiful.

If you had to compare yourself to another band, who would it be? Bob Marley/Peter Tosh mixed with splashes of Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Johnny Cash, and Tupac Shakur.

What sets your band apart? It is very progressive and pushes the boundaries of reggae to its own unique hybrid.

What’s been your craziest experience on the road? Through the graces of the Most High we haven’t had much of that. We strive for consistency and the satisfaction of our fans, and so far so good.

Who: Grant’s Farm

When: Saturday and Sunday, 9 p.m.

Where: Snake River Saloon, Keystone

Home base: Boulder County

Where does that name come from? It’s a pun on Tyler Grant’s last name. Rhymes with “Ant Farm”

Type of music you play? Roots, Rock and Cris-Co!

If your band were a dog, what breed would it be, and why? A Mutt, because we draw from a variety of influences, we’re smart and tough and will live longer than pure-bred dogs.

If you had to compare yourself to another band, who would it be? This answer might change day-to-day, but for today I will say The Grateful Dead. Tomorrow I might say Derek and the Dominoes…

What sets your band apart? We don’t have a mandolin.

What’s been your craziest experience on the road? Driving East from Tonopah, Nev., we saw a dim speck of light to the north, near Polaris. It was about 2 a.m. and Buck Owens’ “Close up the Honkytonks” was playing on the radio. It was a new moon and the stars were bright and many out there in the middle of the desert. We were feeling fine. Nobody was sleeping. The light slowly grew larger and began to change colors. We thought nothing of it at first, but before the song was over it became apparent that this bright and colorful object was flying toward us at high velocity. When, to our perspective, it grew to about the size of a basketball out the driver’s window, Sean (who was riding shotgun, Chris was driving) noticed an arc of electicity, like from a Tesla coil, creep out of the van’s antenna and telescope toward the flying object. This arc grew in intensity and when it reached the flying object (which by now looked like a multicolored Sun out the left window) the van was instantly engulfed in a bright blue sheen of electricity. All the power lines along the highway lit up and we could see arcs of electricity connecting the lines to us and the flying object. Chris drove on and the bright object flew alongside. Flashes of electricity were everywhere. The powerlines were bright with blue light off to every horizon as far as the eye could see. No other vehicles were on the road. The song on the radio suddenly stopped and in a moment continued at incredibly high volume outside of the van. Even with the windows rolled up we could hear Tom Brumley’s pedal steel solo blasting at an alarming volume out across the barren desert. By the time Buck and Don came back in singing the last chorus all we could see was bright blue light. The flying object was completely obscured. Not knowing what to do in this situation, Chris drove on like a hardened road warrior. The light was blinding and we suddenly felt the van lift off the ground. At that point matter, energy, light, sound and sensation all became one. Among the four of us Adrian seems to remember the most, though we cannot get him to talk about it. It was as if the van and the four of us in it had entered a place where all being was pure energy. The boundaries of space, time and communication fell down and we could see into the center of the universe. None of us are sure how long we were in this place, but we all agree that it seemed as if we were moving the whole time. Flying, perhaps, or traveling in a way that cannot be explained in the format of this interview. Then, suddenly, we found ourselves stopped at a stoplight in Ely. The flying object was gone and the sky was dark once again. The van and our gear were intact and everyone seemed to be okay, but for about five minutes Sean eagerly told us a story in a language we could not understand. The concept of spoken “language” notwithstanding, I have never before or since heard a human voice make those kinds of noises. We sat at the stoplight (flashing yellow but it did not matter; no cars were coming) and listened to his story, amazed at the sounds coming from his mouth. The otherworldly monologue ended with a long, drawn out syllable that started at an almost sub-sonic frequency and ascended to a near-defeaning high pitched squeal that rattled the windows and caused the frame of the van to creak. We sat, Adrian and I in the back benches and Chris in the driver’s seat, fingers in our ears, and stared at Sean. He looked at us, straight faced, and began to blink furiously. When the blinking episode ended he stared at us, straight faced, as if nothing happened. The radio turned back on and now played George Jones “Season’s of My Heart.” Chris pulled the van into an all-night casino diner. We did not say a word until an old, frail waiter took our order. When he returned with the coffee he was humming “Close Up the Honkytonks.” We finished our coffee quick, lost a 20 on the roulette table, and did not say a word the rest of the drive to Denver. It was a bonding experience and made us closer as a band.

Is your music geared toward mosh pits or foot tapping? Depends on the crowd.

Great American Taxi and Whitewater Ramble are set to play both the Breckenridge Town Party during Kingdom Days on Saturday as well as the After Party at three20south at 9 p.m. ($10 at the door).

After spending the winter at the beach, local singer and songwriter Nancy Cook is back in Summit County for the summer with a new performance schedule. Starting Saturday at 7:30 p.m. at the Blue Spruce Inn in Frisco, Cook will perform about once a week across Summit County. Her show at the Blue Spruce Inn is one of only two there this summer. Cook will frequent local hot spots include The CB Grill in Copper Mountain, Barlow Plaza in Estes Park and the Dillon Farmers Market.


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