Few local musicians are as recognizable as Lindsay Heath. Her bleached-bone dreadlocks have been a singular feature of this valley’s xeriscape for decades. “I began drumming and playing strange chords 22 years ago,” Heath says, “and I started my first band when I was 15.” If a guy with a golden horn can serve as emblem of mainstream Salt Lake, then songwriter Lindsay Heath may well be our underground’s anti-Moroni—an unauthorized and unapologetic embodiment of everything that will get you uninvited to your cousin’s temple wedding.