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“The UMS wants to have your babies.”

It was a silly stupid thing to spray-paint onto a frayed piece of canvas, accented by hearts and stars. But, then again, it perfectly stated the naked, unapologetic sentiment Ricardo Baca wanted to put UMS out into the world back in 2006, when he transformed my annual, one-night celebration of Denver’s unsung musical outcasts into a full-fledged, multi-day festival that, in quick order, would redefine Denver’s summer music scene along nine busy blocks of Broadway.

Baca, John Wenzel and myself — three arts reporters from The Denver Post, joined in Baca’s backyard by several pals infused with alcohol and aerosol fumes — hand-made a dozen or so banners that said things like, “The UMS is for lovers.” We then took to Broadway with a ladder, stringing our signs atop designated storefronts to let the next day’s adventurous music fans know which stores were designated live-music venues.

Stores like Kozo Fine Art, which the next year would host an acoustic set by Patrick Meese (now a member of Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats). He was casually joined for a few surprise songs by his buddy Isaac Slade, frontman for what was then one of the biggest bands on the planet, The Fray. His presence was so unknown to us, Slade had to pay $12 to get in.

It was such an intimate gathering that Meese didn’t even use a microphone. It remains, I can only assume, the only time he has ever played a set in an art store.

The final UMS, now under the co-ownership of Two Parts and Youth on Record, is expected to bring out up to 30,000 people to the shops and sidewalks of Denver’s Baker neighborhood from July 25-27. The UMS costs $1.4 million to produce each year, and Youth on Record’s entire annual budget is only $2.2 million. The numbers no longer add up.

This shocking but perhaps inevitable news hurled the local music community into all the stages of grief last week, with public reactions ranging from melancholy to nostalgia to anger. I hung on every word of a fab City Cast Denver podcast, during which hosts Bree Davies and Paul Karolyi did a splendid job putting it all into instant perspective.

“When John Moore and Ricardo Baca envisioned this 25 years ago, it was truly an underground showcase of artists,” Davies said. “I can’t imagine what the budget was in 2001 compared to the budget in 2025.”

When she said that, I nearly drove off the road, shouting to no one, “Zero! Bree, it was zero!”

Back in 2001, I had started what I hoped would become an annual special section in the Denver Post, highlighting Colorado bands that most of our readers had likely not yet heard of. The idea was to bring these bands the kind of mainstream media recognition that, till then, pretty much only Westword was affording them.      

Coming from a sports background, I thought conducting a college-football style poll of local music experts would yield an impartial list of the bands I should uplift for any given year. My initial panel of 25 industry pros favored 16 Horsepower, self-described as “quasi-Southern Gothic hillbilly rock tempered by overtly Christian punk.”

At the time, Littleton frontman David Eugene Edwards could routinely draw 5,000 in Amsterdam, and yet not be recognized in a Denver coffee shop.

“There is really so much good music in Colorado,” Edwards told me then. People all over the world know it. But it’s underground. You’ve got to follow it.”

Back then, I was not in any way entertaining thoughts of moonlighting as a concert promoter. Instead, we scheduled our first “Best of the Underground” special section to run in print on April 27, 2001, just before a scheduled 16 Horsepower concert at the Fox Theatre in Boulder.

That way, if Denver Post readers were intrigued, they could then go see the band for themselves.

For Year 2, I was spitballing a seemingly Herculean idea with local music promoter Jerri Theil: Why not publish the survey in conjunction with an accompanying live showcase made up solely of bands finishing in the top 10? Four bands, five bucks.

Theil gave me the Bluebird Theater for free.

The bands would split the door and the Bluebird would take the bar. Just one point of mild contention: For my sake, the promoter, NIPP (Nobody in Particular Presents), wanted to put a random national band at the top of the bill to make sure that people would show up. At the time, an all-local lineup was unheard-of at a venue like the Bluebird.

“Back in 2001, Denver did not support its local music,” concurred Jme White, whose band Acrobat Down finished No. 9 in that first poll.

But I thought a national headliner would defeat the purpose of a local music showcase. NIPP obliged and, with little advance fanfare, we proceeded with DeVotchKa, which started out as a backing band for touring burlesque shows, as the headliner. Four years later, it was nominated for an Academy Award for scoring the breakout indie film “Little Miss Sunshine.”

And we nearly sold it out.  The next year, we did. 

For some of the bands, splitting the door evenly four ways produced the highest payout of their lives. In 2003, the payout was $550 per band. Another year, Jeffrey Wentworth Stevens ran me down as I was trying to pull away from the Bluebird on Colfax Avenue, convinced that I had given him too much money. Nope, that was his cut. 

From the start, the poll created both intended chatter and unintended controversy, starting with what “underground” even means. My definition was simple: Bands and artists worthy of more mainstream recognition. (And not signed to a significant label.) So, local bands like Big Head Todd and the Monsters, String Cheese Incident, The Samples and Yonder Mountain String Band were never placed on any ballot. A few new bands broke so big, so fast, they never qualified for “underground” consideration.

2002 was the year of both The Fray and One Republic. In 2005, it was The Lumineers.

Some observers fairly called me out for injecting an unnecessarily competitive, comparative element into a music scene, they said, that should be all about harmony, not data. But, as a journalist, the numbers gave me an objective way in to report each year. And I was getting hundreds of band names published in The Denver Post. For the top10 bands that were spotlighted, that gave them both their first significant exposure in a mainstream daily newspaper – and eligibility to perform in that year’s showcase.

UMS Rateliff Quote

‘I certainly cut my teeth here at the UMS, and I wouldn’t be where I am without the support of this community.’ – Nathaniel Rateliff

As a stat nerd, I geeked out over the poll each year. Over time, the results documented both the simultaneous continuity and chaos that coexist in any city’s underground music ecology. When you’ve got Nathaniel Rateliff’s Born in the Flood finishing 132nd in 2004 and No. 6 in 2005 and No. 1 in 2007, I would argue the poll was simply good journalism that objectively captured the moment.

Rateliff, a UMS veteran who will be playing before 70,000 at Empower Field next month, thinks of the UMS as “another example of Denver’s continuous growth and support for the arts” — one that, he said, “encourages young artists to keep playing here at home.”

“I certainly cut my teeth here at the UMS, and I wouldn’t be where I am without the support of this community,” he added. 

DeVotchka frontman Nick Urata said coming out on top in the 2002 poll and being featured in the Sunday Denver Post — and then being asked to headline the first (real) showcase that year — forever changed the trajectory of the band. That’s one reason DeVotchKa agreed to come back and headline the 25th anniversary UMS, even before anyone knew this one will be the last.

“’Underground band’ is a nice way of saying, ‘Hanging on by a thread,’” Urata said. “Every show is do-or-die, and the odds of anybody caring are slim. Your job sucks, and so does your gear.”

“On the flip side, sometimes all it takes is that one spark of validation from the people who love to write about music and you’re off to the races — or in our case, the Oscars. That’s what the first UMS did for us,” Urata said. “Now playing the last one with 23 years of life in between feels sort of like the end of the bio-pic — and, sadly, the end of an era.” 

DeVotchKa UMS Quote

‘Sometimes all it takes is that one spark of validation from the people who love to write about music and you’re off to the races – or in our case, the Oscars. That’s what the first UMS did for us.’ – Nick Urata, DeVotchKa

Thanks for the memories

Speaking of trajectories, the UMS’ changed with Baca, who by 2010 had nursed the baby fest into a monster made up of 325 bands over four days in 20 venues. By then, Karolyi said on City Cast, the UMS had become Denver’s “untouchable brand.”

“People want the unmissable, No. 1 thing, and in Denver for the last 15 years, if you are a music fan, the UMS is that thing,” he said.

So why is it going away? The way Davies breaks it down on her podcast makes it all seem almost inevitable.

When I threw that first showcase at the Bluebird in 2002, there might have been eight or 10 other live music options in Denver that night. Tonight, there are nearly three times that many. When Metallica is drawing 152,000 to Mile High, each paying at least $85, it has an impact on what else they can and can’t afford. In 2001, Red Rocks was booked on about 120 nights. In 2025, that number will come in at more than 225. Each asking for more disposable income from local music fans.

“Ticket prices have gone up, and people just don’t have the money to do it all,” she said,

Plus – it’s Denver. “It’s expensive.”

Given what the UMS has grown into, I have come to think of my small role in starting it as simply setting up a domino, tipping it, and watching it go. As the numbing reality sets in that the 25th year might well be the final domino, I am struggling with what’s being lost. The economic impact. The community. The charming collegial aspect to it all. And I’m finding that my fondest memories are becoming less individual performances and more the larger sense of gathering in community.

People have been trading legendary UMS stories all week around town and online. I have to say, it was pretty cool in 2010, when then-Denver Mayor John Hickenlooper stopped onto the mainstage to introduce Denver hip-hop act the Flobots, mentioning Baca and me by name.

“Forget Austin, Texas,” Hickenlooper told the crowd. “I’m sick of hearing about Seattle or Portland. It’s happening right here in Denver!”

Probably the most fun winning band for me to profile was 2003 winner Planes Mistaken for Stars, whose members hailed from Peoria, Ill., and left for Colorado together in something of a mass exodus.

In our interview, bassist Jamie Drier described Peoria as “a racist town where you drink yourself to death because you’re never going to leave it,” among other gems. That story made its way to a Peoria newspaper columnist, who ignited something of a “Bonfire of the Vanities” firestorm by publishing my email address and encouraging affronted Peorians to come after me. Some did. Some to say the boys had nailed it.

But my favorite UMS memories will always be watching the community connect. For four days each July, it seemed that if you were a musician, you stopped your calendar and just all hung out together at the UMS. Friendships made and made better.

I remember Baca thanking three dozen volunteers by arranging for all of us to BBQ and hug it out in the rain at a Film on the Rocks screening. And I will never forget the night we got word of the late-night massacre at the Aurora movie theater. Playing on, it seemed, was the ultimate act of defiance against hate. 

But what I loved most is that the UMS really was for lovers. The UMS was almost always on the last weekend of July, same as my friends Brian and Catherine Freeland’s anniversary. When the UMS started up, and for a decade to follow, the UMS was their anniversary tradition.

“Our kids would go to the grandparents and we’d celebrate our anniversary with the UMS and movies at the Mayan,” Brian Freeland said.

Back in 2004, a P.R. pro I often worked with named Jenny Schiavone asked Baca, by then The Post’s music critic, and me to sit down with brothers Patrick and Nathan Meese over pizza to talk about the local music scene and discuss potential directions their budding band, called Meese, might take. Turns out the brothers were already well on their way, and I had little use to add to the conversation. But I made an immediate, real-life connection with the brothers, who played most every UMS and started one of its enduring rebel traditions. They lived together in a yellow rented house in the heart of UMS territory, and they started legendary backyard “Banana Shack” parties that became so big, Rateliff and other bands set up and played on the roof.

It was spectacular to behold. And in 2014, I officiated Nate’s wedding. 

UMS Quote

Nightmares of ear-rattling 2003 winner Planes Mistaken for Stars’ Bluebird set ‘have never escaped my brain. I’ve been scarred ever since.’ – Music promoter Dan Rutherford

And now that this is all ending has me thinking back to before the beginning. A week before that first poll was published in 2001, Gothic Theatre Manager Mary Robertson was confronted in the lobby by a patron who demanded to know: “Why hasn’t there been a good Colorado band since Big Head Todd and the Monsters?”

The answer was: There have been. Dozens. She just hadn’t heard of them. Our goal was to change that.