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We’re RARE AMERICANS—animated storytellers focused on the real and raw. We sing for the underdogs and don’t shy away from life’s toughest corners. Over the past five years, we’ve built a pretty dope community of kids around the world.

In the darkest and dreariest time of the year, the Wonder Ballroom explodes with bright lights, live music, extravagant costumes, and more for a night of frivolity and celebration. Dance to live music from Too Loose Cajun Zydeco band, parade with Northwest Bone Gang and the Brassroots Movement, and rock out with Kris Deelane’s Music Review. Bayou Brothers Cajun Boils food truck offers authentic Louisiana style food for purchase. With three full bars, coat check, photo booth, king cake and plenty of lagniappe it is a night you won’t want to miss!

Evan Honer was still a college student in Southern California when his music — a mix of acoustic folk, indie-Americana, and alternative pop, delivered by a young songwriter who’s never been afraid to blur the boundaries between genres — began earning a global audience. It happened fast. One minute, he was uploading performance videos to social media with little response. The next, he was a viral success, earning 100 million streams with his version of the Tyler Childers deep cut “Jersey Giant” and building a following with his original music, too. On graduation day, Honer released West On I-10, a debut album that quickly led to viral success as well as months of sold-out headline shows across America and Europe.

The brooding synth-pop project of Wes Eisold.

band’s music is known for their infectious melodies, catchy hooks, and clever lyrics that resonate with fans across the globe. Their formal music training and prodigious talent

As she watched friends skim stones on Brighton Beach, Paris Paloma felt energy shift. Like heat returning to numb fingertips, life felt like it was taking shape again after a long period of personal trauma. With a diaphanous sheath of lyrics in mind, she went to Bergen, Norway to work on new music. On the three days of the year that it didn’t rain in Europe’s wettest city, among the silvery lakes and mountain peaks, life grew ever brighter. “the warmth” was formed. “I ate up all the light, it shone through my teeth, I tasted sunbeams emanating from me… it can’t hurt me… now the warmth is returning,” she sings in unfurling harmonies, spectral with full-bodied pop, a determined percussive march building like a personal artillery.