
Born smack in the heart of Hanging Dog and Nantahala, North Carolina, Gavin Graves, known as Woolybooger, didn’t just come into this world—he was hatched, like something wild and untamed. With hillbilly roots running deep as the hollers, he’s a product of generations of guitar pickers and backwoods storytellers. The blues run through him like moonshine through a copper still—strong, smooth, and potent—but they’re just one piece of the puzzle. Old-time mountain country and bluegrass echo in his soul, not in the polished-up way folks expect, but raw and rare, like finding an old fiddle in the attic. His sound is a crazy quilt of fiery, rough-edged grit balanced with melodies that feel like sitting on the porch at sunset, letting the day fade. Woolybooger ain’t easy to define, and that’s just the way he likes it.
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