I was lost, alone, and trying to find my way back to my campsite when some dude pointed me in the direction of the "renegade stage" where I could catch some "bedroom soul grass," Dumptruck Butterlips. They were awesome. VERY welcome relief from the whompage.
Dumptruck Butterlips is some sexy, wailin' bluegrass.
If they ever find their way to Montana, I sure hope they contact the Top Hat bar in Missoula. They'd find a warm welcome there.