Crested Bucha Open Mic

Picture this: It’s a Thursday night at Crested Bucha in Gunnison, Colorado—a kombucha bar by day, often a music venue by night. The vibe? Think granola chic meets acoustic chaos. The aroma of fermented tea wafts through the air, mingling with the nervous energy of first-time performers clutching guitars, poems, or… ukuleles (of course there’s always a ukulele).

The mic stand, slightly wobbly but full of character, becomes the stage for local legends and brave souls. First up, an earnest college student sings an original song about heartbreak… caused by accidentally killing their sourdough starter. The crowd nods sympathetically. Next, a poetry slam about Gunnison winters: “Cold as my ex’s stare, but at least snow is predictable.”

The evening’s MC, Jum Davidson, keeps the energy alive with kombucha puns, like “You’re all bucha-full” and “Give it up for our next act—don’t let them fizz-le out!”

By the time the last performer takes the stage—a guy with a harmonica, a tambourine strapped to his foot, and a dream—the room is buzzing (from both caffeine and camaraderie). At Crested Bucha’s open mic, you don’t just find talent; you find a community that claps like you’re on a world tour… even if your rendition of “Wonderwall” is a little off-key.