Holy Crap can this guy play! I am truly blown away every time I hear him.
Honest, urgent, working man Americana.
The one. The only. The uncanny Xela! One of the most fiercely creative people I know.
Diana writes earthy songs about heaven and heavenly songs about more earthy things too.
Bob writes and performs folk songs that make people forget that they didn’t like folk songs. A true gentleman.
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere.
One of Northeast Ohio’s best, most consistently great singer songwriters. I’ve known Charlie since high school.
Brent rocks, rolls and goes around giving Wisconsin a good name.
Scary good finger picker and fellow Woodchoppers’ Ball alum. He can tune your piano for you too.
A wonderfully scary musician and guitar abuser. A favorite of my twins.
The world’s only Texas-born Green Bay Packers fan and one of the very few purveyors of a country music I can dig (he rocks out too, btw)
Host of the fabled Barking Spider’s 1st Tuesday open mic among others. Gary gave me help and encouragement when I started out on solo acoustic. So it’s all his fault.
One helluva songwriter and good guy to boot.
Heavy easy listening.
Classical-funk-jazz-lounge groove machine. My boys like his music more than their dad’s.
Superlative singer, songwriter, wearer of strange, strange pants.