The tale of The Dusty Buskers ("the band that fits on a bike") begins on New Year's Eve 2006, in an alcove on 4th Avenue in Tucson, AZ, when new friends sang songs to the revelers en route between the local taverns.
By summer of that year, Fiddlin' Uncle Phoenix and Dusty Squirrelfisher were performing "idiosyncratic" up-tempo old-timey bluegrass music for passersby on an almost daily basis. They honed their craft by playing for smiles and tips of all kinds.
Moving their act indoors to saloons and cafes across Southern Arizona and the Southwest, the Buskers humbly offer their unique arrangements of Americana and Irish tunes full of hobos, heartbreak, trains, and spirits - the kinds you drink from a bottle, the ones that haunt after death, and the sort that need lifting.
The Dusty Buskers may also still be found playing for pedestrians of all ages at street fairs, farmers markets and on sidewalks and street corners near you.