DEAR GALLATIN VALLEY,
We started with more cables than sense. We carried a recording rig into practice spaces and asked musicians to trust us with the songs they were still becoming. You did. You let us hear the missed notes, the first tries, the jokes between takes, and the moment a room caught fire without anything burning.
Vince and I had already learned how to make noise together in Halleys Return. That band gave us our punk rulebook: do it yourself, share the stage, make room for people, and ask forgiveness later. That attitude shaped the unforgettable shows and experiences we built, and it shaped a friendship we will carry for life.
When the world went quiet, we built a loud little room on Andreas Drive. We aimed lights, hung projections, pushed the sound system, and watched that industrial space turn electric. Musicians came through the door. Friends dragged in friends. For a while, all of us made a world together.
Every GU session was free. Nobody got an invoice. They got the lights, the stage, the full sound system, and our full attention. We loved local musicians, and we wanted them to leave with something that felt as alive as the night itself.
We kept pointing cameras at the scene, and somewhere along the way the scene taught us how to belong.
The studio closed. The lease ended. The friendships, bruised ears, shared flyers, packed rooms, and songs kept moving through the valley. The GU lives every time someone catches the opener, shares another band’s flyer, or grabs a friend and says, “You have to hear this.”
So please: keep going to the weird show. Buy the tape. Learn the name of the band before they leave the stage. Tell somebody when a song knocks the wind out of you. The spirit of The GU is alive wherever you show up for each other—and wherever somebody, for one loud second, bangs their head like nothing else exists.
WITH ALL MY HEART & ALL THE VOLUME,AZAKAELA ERIN REDFIRECO-FOUNDER, THE GALLATIN UNDERGROUND