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June 5, 2019 — The House of New City Movement goes global tonight with a 3-hour special on Rinse.fm!!! Listen live 01:00-4:00 AM GMT. (That’s 6 PM MST) Outstanding gratitude to our friends at @huntleyspalmers @rinsetagram for reaching out. Love, @newcitymovement @mrjessewalker @matthew__fit @enjoythebassline NewCityMovement.com

June 5, 2019 — The House of New City Movement goes global tonight with a 3-hour special on Rinse.fm!!! Listen live 01:00-4:00 AM GMT. (That’s 6 PM MST) Outstanding gratitude to our friends at @huntleyspalmers @rinsetagram for reaching out. Love, @newcitymovement @mrjessewalker @matthew__fit @enjoythebassline NewCityMovement.com

June 5, 2019 — The House of New City Movement goes global tonight with a 3-hour special on Rinse.fm!!! Listen live 01:00-4:00 AM GMT. (That’s 6 PM MST) Outstanding gratitude to our friends at @huntleyspalmers @rinsetagram for reaching out. Love, @newcitymovement @mrjessewalker @matthew__fit @enjoythebassline NewCityMovement.com

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

I spent summers working on my grandma Daunna and step-grandpa Dwain Kirkham's farm in Mud Lake, Idaho, Pop. 300, with my siblings growing up in the 80s and 90s.

Here I am doing some country boy shit like riding a calf in the Mud Lake Rodeo, feeding the livestock, riding a 3-wheeler to flip wet hay bales, riding horses, driving my first car (13 1/2 is the legal age on a farm), driving tractors, shooting guns, and other forms of child endangerment or manual labor. I lived for it. Some of my happiest memories were with my Grandma who passed away in 2018.

How I got from being a small-town Idaho closet case to a proud gay DJ in the city is part of the story that's so dear to me with Neon Rodeo. Music was always there for me. House music probably saved my life by helping me find the people, safety, freedom, and space to discover who I truly was. Welcoming others into that space while continuing to learn and pay respect to the history, is probably the most rewarding thing I've ever tried to do.

Breaking down barriers and bringing people together is what it's all about. East, West, North, South. We’re all trapped on this rock together.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Miss you, Mom. 🤍

I’ve been restoring photos given to me by my uncles Brian, Jon, and Clay (a pro photographer himself), many of Cindy I’d never seen before. Seeing her in full spectrum through their eyes has helped me process her absence. Some of them are too good not to share. 😋

I love seeing the brightness in her eyes, her free spirit, and the obvious joy she got from playing music, or hanging out with friends. It’s pretty cool the small details you notice up close or in the background of old pictures. I learned some new things, and felt like I was there with her at times. Celebrate your mothers while you can.

Public Disco’s annual Pride Block Party returns to Mount Pleasant on Saturday, August 1.⁠
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Colored Craig is a Midwest-born, vinyl-only selector whose signature style is classic and funky house, with a choreographer’s instinct for keeping the crowd moving. CarrieOnDisco brings a singular focus on joy to the dance floor, playing nu disco, classic disco, and house rooted in years of residencies across London and San Francisco. Joining them on the Public Disco Stage are Overland, a rave inciter and beat architect whose playful high-energy sets have taken her from Vancouver to Berlin’s Tresor and a residency on Rinse FM France, Toronto’s Phillippe, co-founder of @weareyohomo, and local favourite, Softieshan, plus gogo performances from the local ballroom scene, curated by Gago007.⁠
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@texture.prty takes over the Street Stage with a full roster of local undergroud talent including @educacionfisicawey, @elsa_djdood, @fisher__bryce, @mx.jiggityjeff, @yeslucci & @ziggy_zaya.⁠
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Curated by @mrjessewalker + @elsa_djdood.⁠
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Produced in partnership with @vancouverpride. $2 from every ticket goes to the Pride Bursary program, redistributing funds to local equity-deserving organizations, projects, and initiatives.⁠
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📍 Ontario & 3rd (Mount Pleasant)⁠
🗓️ Saturday, August 1⁠
🕓 4:00–11:30PM⁠
🎟️ Ticketed / 19+⁠
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Tickets on sale now at publicdisco.ca (link in bio)⁠
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Artwork by @lindseyahampton⁠
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#publicdisco #mountpleasant #vancouver #yvrevents #pride⁠

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

THE DJs

Music’s always been at the center of Bunny Hop. All vinyl, all styles, flowing freely the whole beautiful day.

DJ Cross Country, Rockin Robin, Reishi, M:Series, Blessed1, Tall J, Colletti, Odd Mod, Maru, DJ RIRI, DJ Skratchmo, Matthew Fit, Chavez, and our special guest SPRKLBB (NYC)… From the early sets to the last tracks, you held the whole thing together. Thank you!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

The Bunny Hop has always been about the people.

Every kind of person shows up. Different scenes, different worlds, all mixing and matching for one long Spring day, and it’s pure heaven.

Hard to explain if you haven’t been. If you know, you know. If you made it this year, thanks for being part of what makes this special.

See this years photo gallery by @daar_creative at NewCityMovement.com, or the link in bio!

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

We lost my mom, Cynthia Renee “Cindy” Walker, 71, last Sunday, March 22, 2026 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

I want her to be known beyond our family and friends because she’s a big part of who I am.

Cindy was the oldest of four with three close brothers. She grew up in rodeo, ranching, camping, being outside all the time. The cutest cowgirl you ever did see, stubborn in the best way. She could do anything she put her mind to. Riding horses, sailing, playing guitar and singing, teaching country style dance, volunteering, project managing at Lockheed, co-running a small business. She was capable and self contained.

She was a colorful person, with her own sense of style in any setting. She loved art nouveau, brassy red hair, colorful clothing and objects, specifically turquoise, carrying on our great grandma Lincoln’s tradition. She was a die hard college football and bull riding fan, a voracious reader of neo-western fiction, enjoyed her share of the arts and music (inc. Def Leppard), and cowboy poetry. And she had a sarcastic sense of humor, which she used to cope with the disappointment life hands us. One of my earliest memories is hearing her sing “Dust in the Wind” with her all female country band, Sugarfoote, igniting my passion for music.

Not unlike a country song, there were ups and downs to being an individualistic young mother. It was decided that my little brother Dylan and I would have a more stable life being raised by my grandfather and his new family. I was five. Our youngest brother, Brady, was raised by his father in nearby Pocatello. It was complicated and strange, but I never held it against her. Against all odds, and thanks to my Grandma Daunna, we managed to have contact a few times a year.

The most important hug I ever got from her was the night we lost my brother Dylan. I was 17. I moved in with her and her husband Max and never really went back to the life I had before. It was a crazy time, learning to cope with his devastating loss together. Being reunited with her at such a pivotal moment made all the difference. It was a huge reset.

(Continued in comments...)

16th Annual Bunny Hop

New City Movement’s Bunny Hop returns Sunday, April 5 at T.F. Brewing, continuing a 16-year tradition of bringing together music, art, and community in partnership with SLUG Magazine.

This year features food trucks, live screen printing by @copperpalatepress, and all-vinyl sets from some of the city’s most respected and rising selectors.

New for 2026, two stages take over indoor and outdoor spaces with DJs from open to close.

12 PM to 7 PM 💃🏻🕺🏾

T.F. Brewing
936 South 300 West

*21+ Only 🍻

DJ Lineup:

‘Bunny Hop’ Stage (Outside)

12–1 Odd Mod
1–2 Maru
2–3 DJ RIRI
3–4 DJ Skratchmo
4–5 Matthew Fit
5–6 Chavez
6–7 SPRKLBB (NYC)

‘Honey Bop’ Stage (Inside)

12–1 DJ Cross Country
1–2 Rockin Robin
2–3 Reishi
3–4 M:Series
4–5 Blessed1
5–6 Tall J
6–7 Colletti

*Sound by @iykykhifi featuring Klipsch Audio Technologies

Original illustration by @ramenbanks

– Food trucks all day
– Easter egg hunt with prizes throughout the event
– $25 at the door. No presales

Proceeds from the Bunny Hop will benefit Promise South Salt Lake, a local nonprofit providing free programs and services for youth, families, and adults. The organization supports lifelong success by helping community members from cradle to career. Promise South Salt Lake envisions a future where every child, family, and neighbor has the stability, support, and opportunity needed to thrive, regardless of background or circumstance.

T.F. Brewing is also donating a portion of bar sales to the Salt Lake County Animal Shelter.

Quick Tips!
• No re-entry
• No pets
• Rideshare is encouraged
• Dress for the weather, and outdoor space (layers, sunscreen, comfy shoes!)

More info at SLUGmag.com, and…
@slugmag
@tfbrewing
@promisessl

16th Annual Bunny Hop

New City Movement’s Bunny Hop returns Sunday, April 5 at T.F. Brewing, continuing a 16-year tradition of bringing together music, art, and community in partnership with SLUG Magazine.

This year features food trucks, live screen printing by @copperpalatepress, and all-vinyl sets from some of the city’s most respected and rising selectors.

New for 2026, two stages take over indoor and outdoor spaces with DJs from open to close.

12 PM to 7 PM 💃🏻🕺🏾

T.F. Brewing
936 South 300 West

*21+ Only 🍻

DJ Lineup:

‘Bunny Hop’ Stage (Outside)

12–1 Odd Mod
1–2 Maru
2–3 DJ RIRI
3–4 DJ Skratchmo
4–5 Matthew Fit
5–6 Chavez
6–7 SPRKLBB (NYC)

‘Honey Bop’ Stage (Inside)

12–1 DJ Cross Country
1–2 Rockin Robin
2–3 Reishi
3–4 M:Series
4–5 Blessed1
5–6 Tall J
6–7 Colletti

*Sound by @iykykhifi featuring Klipsch Audio Technologies

Original illustration by @ramenbanks

– Food trucks all day
– Easter egg hunt with prizes throughout the event
– $25 at the door. No presales

Proceeds from the Bunny Hop will benefit Promise South Salt Lake, a local nonprofit providing free programs and services for youth, families, and adults. The organization supports lifelong success by helping community members from cradle to career. Promise South Salt Lake envisions a future where every child, family, and neighbor has the stability, support, and opportunity needed to thrive, regardless of background or circumstance.

T.F. Brewing is also donating a portion of bar sales to the Salt Lake County Animal Shelter.

Quick Tips!
• No re-entry
• No pets
• Rideshare is encouraged
• Dress for the weather, and outdoor space (layers, sunscreen, comfy shoes!)

More info at SLUGmag.com, and…
@slugmag
@tfbrewing
@promisessl

16th Annual Bunny Hop

New City Movement’s Bunny Hop returns Sunday, April 5 at T.F. Brewing, continuing a 16-year tradition of bringing together music, art, and community in partnership with SLUG Magazine.

This year features food trucks, live screen printing by @copperpalatepress, and all-vinyl sets from some of the city’s most respected and rising selectors.

New for 2026, two stages take over indoor and outdoor spaces with DJs from open to close.

12 PM to 7 PM 💃🏻🕺🏾

T.F. Brewing
936 South 300 West

*21+ Only 🍻

DJ Lineup:

‘Bunny Hop’ Stage (Outside)

12–1 Odd Mod
1–2 Maru
2–3 DJ RIRI
3–4 DJ Skratchmo
4–5 Matthew Fit
5–6 Chavez
6–7 SPRKLBB (NYC)

‘Honey Bop’ Stage (Inside)

12–1 DJ Cross Country
1–2 Rockin Robin
2–3 Reishi
3–4 M:Series
4–5 Blessed1
5–6 Tall J
6–7 Colletti

*Sound by @iykykhifi featuring Klipsch Audio Technologies

Original illustration by @ramenbanks

– Food trucks all day
– Easter egg hunt with prizes throughout the event
– $25 at the door. No presales

Proceeds from the Bunny Hop will benefit Promise South Salt Lake, a local nonprofit providing free programs and services for youth, families, and adults. The organization supports lifelong success by helping community members from cradle to career. Promise South Salt Lake envisions a future where every child, family, and neighbor has the stability, support, and opportunity needed to thrive, regardless of background or circumstance.

T.F. Brewing is also donating a portion of bar sales to the Salt Lake County Animal Shelter.

Quick Tips!
• No re-entry
• No pets
• Rideshare is encouraged
• Dress for the weather, and outdoor space (layers, sunscreen, comfy shoes!)

More info at SLUGmag.com, and…
@slugmag
@tfbrewing
@promisessl

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

NYC Pt. 2: Thing, thing, thing... The occasion for our trip was to attend the 4th Ann Children's and Family Emmy Awards at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Mark and his crew were nominated – and WON – for several awards including Outstanding Art Direction, Set Decoration, Scenic Design.

I was overjoyed seeing him get this recognition after so many years in the industry. I've been calling it his lifetime achievement award... A magical experience to say the least.

You can see more of his work at MarkHofeling.com

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

A few favs from a long overdue New York visit, Pt. 1

Thanks to Kenny, Rod, Anna, Alberto, Corey, Kobi, Bob, Austin, and Kristian for rolling out the red carpet. And the Pleasure Jams crew for letting me throw down with them at Jupiter Disco.

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Thank you @houseof.mother SLC and all the good people who came through last Saturday. Had a blast playing with my dearest @matthew__fit who keeps @newcitymovement running like clockwork. 📸 @bradsoop

Sharing my extended opening set at the Vantek Warehouse last November with the multitalented DJ Demuir and Lerma. I was elated to debut at one of the dopest spots in the city thanks to a few of my favorite party pushers since moving here. I intentionally tried to build the tempo and energy from the ground up, inviting people to warm up to each other, the dance floor, and ultimately the groove! Listen for the hoots and hollers.

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Respect to Soul Hop & JK Gaultier for trusting me with the keys to their castle. To the crew running Vantek (one of the last parties before this recent crackdown), my MSDA support team, and to Demuir and Lerma for closing our musical circle so perfectly. Such an amazing night!!!

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@mrjessewalker
@demuir
@ler_ma
@soulhopcoastal
@jk_gaultier
@sorenthomasworkshop
@joelarmstrongmedia
@jameshennessy100
@mainstreetdanceauthority
@vantekgroup