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Moss and Moonlight

They didn’t meet in a studio or a club.
They met in a barn.

It was summer—one of those hot, humming, firefly-heavy nights—and someone had left the doors open on an old tobacco barn outside of Hiltons. No stage. No mics. Just mismatched chairs, borrowed instruments, and a handful of locals passing around moonshine and melody.

Lena was there, barefoot and fearless, playing a song no one knew. Rory followed with a banjo line that made the floorboards vibrate. Sable found a dusty upright piano half in tune. Cal unpacked a violin wrapped in denim. Jet showed up late with his kit in the back of a pickup. Noah wasn’t supposed to play—just observe—but by midnight, he was on guitar, locked in like he’d always been there.

They didn’t plan it. They just fit. Like creek stones and river songs. Like moss and moonlight.

Word spread slow and strange, like it does in the mountains. A ghost band. A sound you had to hear in person. Their music wasn’t polished, but it felt lived in—rooted in grief, grit, and groove. They sang about what the county kept quiet: bad love, old scars, lost kin, the thin line between memory and magic.

They weren’t trying to be a band. But the mountain had other plans.

And so Moss and Moonlight was born—not signed, not polished, not Nashville-polite. Just six souls who couldn’t help but play together.

From that first night in the barn to wherever the road takes them next, they carry Scott County with them—in every chord, every lyric, every howl at the moon.

 

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