Opening Band: Sicard Hollow

Few bands stick around for thirty years. Even fewer bands leave a legacy during that time that
marks them as a truly special, once-in-lifetime type band. And no band has done all that and
had as much fun as Leftover Salmon.
Since their earliest days as a forward thinking, progressive bluegrass band who had the guts to
add drums to the mix and who was unafraid to stir in any number of highly combustible styles
into their ever-evolving sound, to their role as a pioneer of the modern jamband scene, to their
current status as elder statesmen of the scene who cast a huge influential shadow over every
festival they play, Leftover Salmon has been a crucial link in keeping alive the traditional music
of the past while at the same time pushing that sound forward with their own weirdly, unique
style.
The band now features a lineup that has been together longer than any other in Salmon history
and is one of the strongest the legendary band has ever assembled. Built around the core of
founding members Drew Emmitt and Vince Herman, the band is now powered by banjo-wiz
Andy Thorn and driven by the steady rhythm section of bassist Greg Garrison, drummer Alwyn
Robinson, and dobro player & keyboardist Jay Starling.
The current lineup is continuing the long, storied history of Salmon which found them first
emerging from the progressive bluegrass world and coming of age as one the original jam
bands, before rising to become architects of what has become known as Jamgrass and helping
to create a landscape where bands schooled in the traditional rules of bluegrass can break free
of those bonds through nontraditional instrumentation and an innate ability to push songs in
new psychedelic directions live.
Salmon is a band who for more than thirty years has never stood still; they are constantly
changing, evolving, and inspiring. If someone wanted to understand what Americana music is
they could do no better than to go to a Leftover Salmon show, where they effortlessly glide from
a bluegrass number born on the front porch, to the down-and-dirty Cajun swamps with a stop
on Bourbon Street in New Orleans, to the hallowed halls of the Ryman in Nashville, before firing
one up in the mountains of Colorado.