Curtiss O’Rorke Stedman and Jordan Harrison Baron began life in very different places — but their paths converged on a shared love of raw, emotional music that demands to be felt as much as heard.

Curtiss grew up in Northern Michigan, moving through places as varied as St. Lucia, Alaska, and now Colorado. A former teacher in Alaska until 2015, he made the leap to full-time musician with nothing to lose and everything to gain. The long road, the endless highway, the strangers with stories — they all shaped his voice and his songwriting. His playing is aggressive, precise finger-picking; his harmonica solos rip; his kick drum give heartbeat and weight to songs born in solitude, love, family, and adventure.

Jordan Harrison Baron — performing as Harrison B — was raised in Lascassas, Tennessee, steeped in the wide soundscape of the South: blues, country, folk, traditional roots. On his grandfather’s knee, he first heard guitar; in his father’s truck, Southern rock and James Brown. Pop, hip-hop, and rhythm found a way in along the journey too. But as Jordan grew, he felt boxed in by tradition. So he packed up and went north, thousands of miles, seeking the space to breathe, to discover a sound that was truly his. Alaska welcomed him. The wild places along the way, the West Coast, the open skies — those shaped his tone and attitude.

Together, Curtiss O’Rorke Stedman and Jordan Harrison Baron are Cousin Curtiss, a powerhouse duo whose live show fills rooms far beyond what two people usually do. Curtiss brings propulsive acoustic fury, searing harmonica, and a thunderous kick—Harrison B brings electric guitar tone that rides the line between spacious atmospherics and gritty soul. Their chemistry is plain: when Curtiss’s rapid-fire acoustic and road-scarred songwriting meets Harrison B’s electric edge, every song becomes a small eruption — roots, rock, and blues crashing together in wild harmony.

The music they make has been called “blues at bluegrass speeds” or “rock Americana with a soulful drip” — and that’s deserved. They don’t just play the notes; they’re storytellers, adventurers, people who’ve lived many seasons, many miles. The show is built on raw honesty: Curtiss’s voice that can fill an auditorium while still reaching into the hush of someone’s heart; Harrison’s leads that stretch and soar; the rhythm that’s fierce and precise; the energy that never lets go.

If you come to a Cousin Curtiss show, expect to be pulled in. Expect gritty, soulful vocals. Expect fast acoustic guitar, incendiary harmonica, and electrified solos that echo long after the strings are still. Expect heart and sweat, roots and roar. They are two, but you’ll hear an entire band.