The Old Red Truck—born in 1954—now with faded red paint, dings and scratches from a life well lived. It stands out… just like the Indie Rock of the Bev Wasserman Band.

And when you hear Bev’s soul-iced voice laying out harmonic words like sounds from an undiscovered world, coupled with the growl of Bruce’s upright bass, the howl of his blues harp in a gutsy weathered wooden porch jam session, tied together with Chris’s inspired, perfectly picked strings—almost jumping off the guitar—then it all starts to make sense. Everything. The why of the music, the long-lost yet found harp lines, the indescribably delicious vocals and resonant tomes of tones. And the roar of a one-of-a-kind, big old red truck.