Before Cold Saturday was a band, it was a colonial farm in Finksburg, Maryland.

Cold Saturday is older than America – established in 1765. Early on it served as a gentry farm, a place where families and wanderers came to live, work, study, and pray. During its history, the farm has been home to governors, judges, Civil War soldiers, sheriffs, doctors, cattlemen, and currently the Bean family. Cold Saturday would become the sandbox for brothers Aaron and Shawn Bean. 

They spent their youth writing stories, putting on concerts, and making short films on the property. Budding creativity on a 260-acre studio backlot. 

The brothers also wrote music. Funny songs to entertain friends. Tender ones to celebrate a wedding anniversary. Catchy tunes for a summer singalong in the orchard barn. And that’s all they were ever meant to be. A soundtrack to the bonfire. A ballad left in a voicemail. 

When their mother Scarlett passed away suddenly in 2017, they were left with the same instruments but a different purpose. We’re writing real songs about real things. Like mistakes. And love. And family, fear, wishes and worries. And of course, loss – live long enough, and you can’t avoid it. The songs rushed to the surface, and were filled with angry heroes, joyful gypsies, lonely men and the women who made them that way. All written by brothers who together had gone from babies to greying. 

And now, a quarter of a millennium later, Cold Saturday is a band from a colonial farm in Finksburg, Maryland. 

It is on the farm’s grounds that the songs are sketched, forged, and burnished. With the help of a talented group of musicians – old friends and new brothers alike – Aaron and Shawn started the band they have always been in.   

Welcome to Cold Saturday.