Julie Moffitt

A girl walks into a bar to see an act called ‘The Erotic Adventures of the Static Chicken.’ Though she’s disappointed that the band is neither sexy nor covered in electrically charged feathers, by the end of the night she’s onstage belting out a drunken rendition of “Stormy Monday” and local bands are clamoring for her to sit in with them. Four years later, she’s living in Chicago with two albums, four Summerfest appearances, multiple national tours, and radio play on hundreds of stations across the country to her credit.