Dub Miller was raised on a ranch in Pontotoc, Texas where he had very little contact with other children until he began kindergarten in Llano, Texas. As one might expect, he developed more of his imagination than his social skills which contributed to his introspective, if somewhat socially retarded nature. He also became very good at shooting things as a .22 was his primary companion through his formative years. The other companions of his youth were largely made up of a certain class of Mexican immigrant who would commonly seek work in and around the farms and ranches of the Texas Hill Country. As a result, he is sympathetic to their plight. He has also had a couple of good horses, and worked lots of mixed cattle and angora goats. He hates chickens. He attended Llano High School where the suffered 5 broken arms and played drums in a regional but quite groundbreaking heavy metal band called The Zone. He had a double bass pedal and lots of toms of which he took the bottom heads off. He thought Lars Ulrich hung the moon. After graduating from High School, he ran off from the ranch to achieve fame and riches as an FM disc jockey in Amarillo, Texas. He quickly figured out that people in radio achieve very little fame and almost no riches. He applied to and subsequently attended Texas A&M University where he joined the Corps and pretty much majored in playing 42 at the Dixie Chicken. Between domino games he managed to form a band, record a CD, and develop the misguided impression that a career in music would be fun, lucrative, and easy. Having already developed the habit of running off to the far corners of Texas no matter how dismal they may be; he found himself at the acclaimed country & bluegrass program at South Plains College. Unfortunately, he also found himself in Levelland, Texas. See James McMurtry for an accurate description. Having nothing better to do, he drank lots of beer, played even more guitar, and met his brothers. Namely Matt Skinner and Adam Odor who presently enjoy the fame and riches Dub so longed for during his stint as the king of panhandle classic rock. Along with others including but not limited to Jeremy Watkins, Les Lawless, Calib Bruce, Josh Hamilton, a couple of chicks who lived with the band for a while and one dead rattlesnake they moved to San Marcos to seek the previously mentioned but still elusive fame and riches. Shortly thereafter, Dub met Doug Moreland and Brady Black and still wonders why he makes friends with fiddle players. From 1997 to 2004, Dub Miller and the Highway 6 Band helped to blaze the trail that others would follow and is generally accepted and one of the architects of what has become the "Texas Country/Red Dirt" scene as it is known today. His debut album "American Troubadour" is considered by some to be a Texas Country classic. After banging it out in the clubs and beer joints all those years he achieved a modicum of fame, almost no riches, and began to long for a domestic lifestyle. Wife, children, family, that sort of thing. Also, he didn't particularly care for fame as he found it difficult to make small talk with strangers. See the previously mentioned upbringing for insight on this matter. In 2004 he applied to and subsequently attended The South Texas College of Law in downtown Houston, Texas. After completing two years of law school, he decided that being a lawyer was going to be a drag and just as subsequently dropped out. So he loaded up a flat bed trailer and moved his life, and plans for the future to New Braunfels, Texas where Dub joined the Dickson Productions team as Operations Manager and general manipulator of the chaos. The Music Fest at Steamboat Colorado is among the biggest of chaos's he has manipulated. Dub stands before you today neither a lawyer, nor a concert promoter and is currently enjoying himself perusing a hopeless pipe-dream as a rocker. He has joined a band with the aforementioned Skinner and Odor along with Meagan Jones, John Ross Silva, and Brian Beken. He blames law school for the annoying tendency to use words like “aforementioned”. The band is called 11 Bones. He feels like he is back in his old high school garage band and is having a gas, gas, gas… He still hates chickens.