There was once a time when the music flowed throughout the streets of Huntington. At one time the sounds of guitars echoed across the rivers and valleys. At one time, people would come from far away to feel the beats of drums reverberate into their hearts.

But at some point along Time's path, the drums abruptly stopped. The guitars which once played sweet melodies could no longer be heard. Only a few nights could one step outside and hear the whispers of music as they drifted throughout the quiet streets. 

The local music had died.  Years passed, but a few noble spirits wished to change that. Musicians, artists, and lovers of the musical art slowly set forth to once again rekindle the musical spirit within Appalachia.  Small cafes opened their doors and invited all to hear the sounds which had so long ago ended. But still, few came to hear. 

But now, musicians from all around have combined their talents, and with them their music, their art, their very souls.  The Indigenous Revolution had begun.