I have an arguable yet authentic fear of heights. I was reminded of it when I attended the Rooftop Concert Series in Provo, which, as the name blatantly suggests, is on a rooftop. I imagined a raucous metal show atop a narrow skyscraper and a headbanging-frenzied crowd escalating beyond control to the point of falling off the sides of the roof and into the busy traffic below. Mayhem ensues.

Upon arriving, my fears were assuaged. The Rooftop Concert Series is thrown on the first Friday of the month from May to October on a parking garage, which is, realistically, only two-and-a-half stories high.  The headliner was Peter Breinholt. Peter Breinholt does not play metal. He plays soft folk, so any raucous headbanging was existentially debilitating.

At first, I suspected that I was the patsy in an extremely elaborate ruse sprung by SLUG’s editors. Breinholt’s following are more prone to read Reader’s Digest than SLUG, but the series lineup is more than diverse. Breinholt’s family-friendly folk may have kicked off the summer, but he’s sharing this season with Desert Noises, Isaac Russell, Book on Tapeworm, Fictionist, The Lower Lights and a Tom Petty tribute band.

This is the first year I’ve heard of the event. I saw little to no advertising in the days leading up to it, but the surface of this modest parking garage was practically half full an hour before it officially started. Event organizer Sarah Wiley looked impressed, but not surprised. “It’s just grown,” says Wiley. “It’s much bigger this year. We have a bigger crowd, bigger stage and bigger lights.”

Three years ago, Wiley, Mindy Gledhill, Courtney Kendrick and Justin Hackworth sat in a meeting with the town’s Cultural Awareness Committee to discuss how they could make downtown Provo more vibrant. “I don’t think any of us knew when we first met that we were going to start this concert series,” says Gledhill.

Being the home of Brigham Young University and having a rampant religious predominance, Provo isn’t exactly a place most people find to be synonymous with rock or art (despite what one would aesthetically interpret from Norman Rockwell)—some critics deny the legitimacy of Provo’s music scene altogether. “I think we were all tired of that,” says Gledhill. “A lot of people pin us to be so vanilla—I, for one, did. That’s why I wanted to get involved with it.” This year, the concert is triple the size of the first year it was created, and the organizers’ mailboxes are chock full of messages from bands interested in playing. The Rooftop Concert Series might only be in its third year, but it is organized and attended as if it were a decade-long tradition.