So, who are we? Well, first there’s the venerable Max “Woodpussy” Spiegel… the founding father… the cornerstone. He picks a guit and a lap steel, blows some harp and sings the blues like his life depends on it (some say it does). Then there’s his partner in acoustic alchemy Carl “Whistlepig” Mazzarelli, a fingerpickin’ wizard if ever I seen one.

Tall Paul Wilkinson provides the bouncing bass lines that keep our ship above water… and every now and then we let him sing some Dylan. Locking in with Paul in the rhythm section there’s ol’ Hellmouth (Andrew Gray as his mama calls him) splayed out behind the drum set keepin’ time and lookin’ fine.

Balancing all that raw testosterone, we got a couple songbirds that sound just as pretty as they look. Stephanie “Iron Pipes” Hewett could probably sing well into the next county from where she stands…she’s got some fine songs of her own, too, born of that fertile Kansas soil. Lauren Talley may be the new one of the bunch, but none of us can figger how we ever got along without her sweet, soothing soul. You should see her shake a maraca.

And me? Well, I guess you can call me Hoots… Sean Hoots if you wanna be all formal about it. I do a little singin’, mandolin pickin’, guitar strummin’ and tambourine bangin’. Oh, and one song per show I’m allowed back behind the drum set for some gospel stompin’. Me and ol’ Hellmouth get together on some of our own songs, as well.

Thanks for reading, and we hope to see you real soon.